Honey, Lately

Back when Ber picked me up in the jeep, sans pups because they were healing from overzealous squirrel chasing and mcl partials. It was beautiful. Like all the days that week and this. Coffee in the center console. Race day sign up for GBRC's Honeywagon 1/2 and 4-mile, each of us in each to use as a part of our training for Eugene, and Grandma's. What was nice about the Honeywagon was our last minute decision to do it, which in turn staved off the adrenaline of decision. We warmed up prior to her 1/2 start at 9 am, and then I read in the car until I'd start the 4-mile at 10. The day was good to both of us, each had a prospective win, slugged some soda, and chatted with our friends. The race was well run, and the course was perfectly measured.

Lately, I've been reading a lot of eating blogs & following foodies, and though inspiring, I feel like all are directed in a linear form of thinking about food as an athlete. They are only supportive sites, and do a good job of portraying a form of balance, but I've been humoring the idea of creating my own documentation of food intake during excessive training, because, balance is multi-calculable, and health equals many things, and also, I'm kind of tired of superfoods, clean proteins, grains, smoothies. Come on! Boring! Let's talk about the things you feel guilty for, so we can stop feeling so guilty when we work this hard, together.

Work at the hospital has been ragging on me a bit. I had done a good job at balancing everything, and not taking work home with me, but as of late, there's negative, hot air that holds me exasperated, and it's busy, really busy, which doesn't leave a lot of room for processing, just enduring. My weekends have been full with racing & traveling, so maybe I'm just a little tightly wound. As I have a moment to think, I, just, think I don't have a huge tolerance for being talked down to, and don't know how to say, "Hey, I don't feel like helping you out when you talk to me like that," because if I think about saying that out loud I blush. And yet, until I figure out how to, I think I'll be stuck here, unhappily. The good thing is that I like who I work for, I just don't love everyone in the industry & surrounding.