Conversations with myself
Leave a commentJuly 22, 2011 by Amy B
I dragged my ass out of bed this morning to put in my seven miles.
The conversation I had with myself went something like this:
“I don’t want to get up.”
“If you don’t run now, you won’t have time later tonight (softball).”
“Okay, I’m going.”
“Okay, I’m sitting in the bathroom for 20 minutes reading Twitter updates.”
“Okay, now I’m really going.”
“Maybe I’ll just run the 4ish mile loop and call it a day.”
(while out running)
“Okay, 4 miles is enough.”
“well, maybe I’ll just run for a little more and make it five.”
(Seven miles later) “Well, that wasn’t too bad.”
Why can’t I just get out without negotiating with myself?
Afterward, I scrounged for something for lunch. I’ve spent an insane amount of money on food the past few months. I didn’t want to leave the house. I found some turkey deli meat, egg whites, onion, spicy bean dip, and taco sauce, wrapped in a Smart and Delicious Tomato Basil tortilla.

Much tastier than it looks
It was actually delicious and held me over most of the day. Hey, just call me the pantry gourmet.
Softball game in the evening led us to a local watering hole afterward for beer. Scott and I split one our favorite sandwiches, a “toasted alpine hooker,” which is basically a grilled sandwich with Swiss, ham, lettuce, tomato, onion, and Miracle Whip. I’d show a picture but it was devoured immediately. We split fries, but Sophie ate most of mine. Had a couple of small beers. Hoping it doesn’t affect my run in the morning.

At the Downtowner (DT) with fellow teammates Gowtham and Matt
Fifteen in the morning. A bowl of frosted mini wheats completed the carbo-loading. 6:00 am will be here much too soon.