moments

The last bit of Jack Daniel's abbrev. training had me at 4x (200 w/ 200 jog), 2x (400 w/ 400 jog), 3x (1-mile w/ 1 min rest), 1x (1k + 400 jog), 4x (200 w/ 200 jog) last night. This training session is my first dabble in Daniel's, the only point of reference being that I knew that friends used him as a p.o.r. in college. I've been craving the track & with kind of running myself into the ground with Hanson's, I wanted to understand training & needs via a different approach.

I've already failed the water challenge, but the positive is that I'm drinking more water than usual. I don't think I failed because I was lazy, I think I failed because the first day I drank 3/4 of the assignment & I felt weird & had a headache & was like, "All this work for nuthin'?!" So...I failed because I have an attitude problem. But, I will admit, my workouts this week have felt a little more possible, fluid, recovered.

Red & I made wheat pasta with tomato sauce sauteed with garlic, ground meat & kale, sampling wines, drinking electrolytes in purp-drank form in the shower, slowly. Kitty meow asleep on lap, GOT on repeat.

5:00 am alarm, met with Ber at the base of Alabama with her poor pneumonia lungs & together, frigid we ran to strength training with Rad Bones for a glute-activating session, pullups, pushups, lunges & rope swings. Ran back home, the fog curling, removing the wet, standing in the kitchen concocting a breakfast, reaching for the almond milk and shakeandshake and an eruption of off-cream all over the walls, floor, that beautiful cloud painting, my face & body. A milky mess. I'll blame that on the rope swings; these shoulders are a hulkin'. After, I figured I deserved a latte, because Lord knows it's going to start smelling like curdled milk at my place - a walk through the fog for foamy lust & an interaction with barista, together admiring the thick outside, speaking of the olympic peninsula & because we could connect & connected she threw in a couple extra shots.