July 18, 2011 by Amy B
When it comes to running, I won’t run in extreme heat. It’s not worth the risk. This morning when my alarm went off at 6:00 am, my weather app told me it was still 80 degrees outside with a 30% chance of thunderstorms. The temp alone was reason enough to go back to bed. The chance of thunderstorms sealed the deal.
Sophie and I stayed in all day. On warm days like these, I’ll admit we watch a lot of Curious George cartoons and eat a lot of Popsicles. I won’t tell you how many she ate. It’s embarrassing.
The highlight of Sunday was discovering I’d been retweeted by Mr. Ace of Cakes himself:
Sunday night we were possessed by a bit of crazy and turned on the oven and made spaghetti and meatballs. This is the same recipe we use for our pre-marathon ritual. It’s simple and satisfying. I didn’t take a picture, but here was my lunch: leftovers on top of sautéed zucchini strips instead of pasta.
I have an unfortunate addiction to Stacy’s Cinnamon Sugar Pita Chips. The grocery store in town doesn’t carry them so that means I have to drive about 13 miles to get a bag. After Sophie went down for her nap I started to have a craving that could only be partially satisfied by cinnamon sugar toast.
Yes, there are two pieces of bread here. Carbs, anyone?
I planned on running in the evening when Scott got home but it was still seriously hot out. I ate dinner and planned to run after Sophie went to bed. She got to bed after 10. The sun was down but my motivation was gone. Some days are like that. Give me a moment while I get over it.
Okay, I’m good now.