If I had a blog that was a strict “training log” blog, that would probably be a good name for it.
Today was one of those eating days. It was also the first substantial (2-3 inches) snow of the season. So the day started with a slow 5-mile recovery jog on Yaktrax on the streets. After having logged almost 30 miles this past weekend, this nothing run ignited a serious craving for calories. Yet since I planned to go XC-skiing in a few hours, I had to restrain myself to a 2-egg omelet with some ham and cheese.
I had the MLK Jr. holiday off and can tend to Little Boy; Mr. P agreed to go late to work (having worked most of the weekend) so I could enjoy an hour in the woods on the skinny skis. A few more inches of the fluffy white stuff would have greatly improved the conditions; in many sections, the rocks consistently scraped the bottom of my skis. But it was great to get outside.
When I returned home at 9:30am, I peeked at the weather forecast and saw that arctic temperatures and frigid winds would kick up after noon. So I quickly whisked Little Boy to the local sledding hill before it would get unbearable. The timing was good. There was still snow on the hill and plus one of Little Boy’s friends showed up soon after, so they romped around for about 80 minutes. I should have taken a picture, but I was a little disgusted by how all the parents were standing at the bottom of the hill with their phones, yelling at their offspring to “Look up! Move your hood up! Smile!” as the children descended the hill.
By then it was 11:30. I was starving, but equally interested in taking a nice long hot Epson salt bath. Ahhhh.
And THEN I ate everything.
