Hi, everyone—Happy Hump Day! How’s your week been so far? I’ve had a couple busy days, so I’m sticking with a list format.
Guess who did some barefoot running!
That’s right—Monday’s Full Throttle Endurance workout focused on form, and one of the most interesting parts of practice included 4x200m that we ran barefoot. (Good thing I got a pedicure last week!) Another highpoint? My teammates tried to convince me to register for Ironman 70.3 Timberman! Although I briefly entertained the idea, I know making the jump from the sprint to the half-Ironman distance isn’t a logical move. I want to go fast (for me) before I go far. One day, though! (And my first HIM will have to be Syracuse!)
Overnight oats returned.
It’s been way too long since I last enjoyed a bowl for breakfast, so I prepped some for Tuesday morning.
In three days, I’ve eaten quinoa three times.
Remember that batch I made on Sunday? I’ve been having leftovers for lunch—and topping the mixture with some avocado.
The recipe turned out pretty well, but I want to tweak it a bit.
Today’s indoor cycling workout kicked my butt.
OK, to preface this story, my alma mater hosted a young alum event last night, and although these gatherings are fun, most people enjoy an adult beverage or three beforehand. With that said, I went to happy hour at Brother Jimmy’s BBQ last night with some friends ($2 margaritas, count me in!), and let’s just say that one and a half margaritas, one and a half glasses of wine at the event, and barely six hours of sleep did not equate to cycling success. Holy cow, the workout nearly killed me—pedaling drills, plus a ton of intervals, which included a series of climbs at 80 percent effort. I was totally gassed at the end, and luckily, I was in good company: After surveying the spin studio during our cool down, Andrew told us not to complete a second workout and take tomorrow totally off. (Following team workouts on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, we usually complete another uncoached workout.)
Our prayers have been answered—introducing a “healthy” Girl Scout cookie.
As a former Girl Scout (troop 741!), I have no idea how I feel about this news.
Throw it back. I’m the tall, awkward one standing on the right. (As if you couldn’t tell!)
Tell me about your week! Would you eat a better-for-you Girl Scout cookie? What’s your favorite happy-hour drink?