Today's workout: 6.01 miles in 46:15. This was a treadmill strength workout, so I was trying to go longer distances at a faster speed than normal. The strength sections were 2 miles and 2.5 miles at 8.2 mph with a warm up, rest, and cool down in the mix. Not as fast as my speed work from last week, but my real focus was sustaining the speed.
In general, this week has started out with me wanting to punch the gym in the face mixed with feelings of wanting to never get out of my pajamas. This is a bad combo for being motivated to follow the race training plan, but I figure that getting over these mental hurdles will be just as beneficial as the physical hurdles. I think some extra sleep tonight will help, so that is high on the priority list.
And here's the segment that I like to call Most Gag-worthy Chia Seed Combos. This is a follow-up on the lemon lime gatorade/chia seed mix that almost caused me to vomit on a stranger in downtown Birmingham during Saturday's long run. For today's gag-worthy combo, I mixed a tablespoon of chia seeds in with a child-size glass of chocolate milk. I was hoping for an energy boost that would keep me from staring into space all morning and babbling nonsense words while the twins ripped hardback books to shreds. I think it worked. I was able to string together at least two intelligible sentences, and it was not as gaggy as the lemon-lime gatorade combo. And no books were harmed. Winning.
Now, here's a little secret that only my husband knows about me. E-people, you might want to sit down and take a deep breath. OK. I do not mix the peanut butter and jelly in a bowl before I put it on a sandwich. My husband doesn't agree with this practice and swears that I am messing up our kids' childhood with this little trick, but what he doesn't know is the joy I feel every time I'm not trying to scrub two-day-old crusty peanut butter and jelly out of a bowl. There are also these issues of every house we live in having an extremely crappy dishwasher and why I am waiting two days to scrub out bowls.
So here are the tricks. Start with awesome homemade blackberry jam, made with the berries your little child's fingers picked on the grandparents' farm in Kentucky.
Add a dab of peanut butter (currently using Skippy Natural, but I prefer the ones without palm oil), a dab of jam, and a scoop of flax seeds (to keep their little minds lubed with the Omega 3s).
Then just mix it together right on the slice of bread. It's like the angels intervened on this one and told me it was true.
Another thing that I want to bare my testimony of is how delicious these homemade tamales are/were/will be forever more. For lunch today, I finished off the leftover tamales from our dinner over at my husband's friendly co-worker's house. His family just moved from Mexico last year, and these dudes (meaning the tamales) are legit. The green ones are pork tamales wrapped in banana leaves. Tears just slipped from my eyes onto the keyboard because there is no guarantee that anything that delicious will ever cross my mouth threshold again in this lifetime. All I can do is thank heaven that my husband works for a Spanish bank, which means he may again cross paths with some more co-workers who are equally skilled, kind, generous, and brave enough to invite our family of six over to eat fresh tamales.