3 miles on pure fumes. I've bonked before, but this was a BONK! About 0.2 miles into the run (that ended in a walk) I started mentally scanning our entire fridge and pantry. After I came to the conclusion that nothing would satiate, I spent the remaining crawl to the car daydreaming about which restaurant we would go to for breakfast after I got home to drag James out of bed. CLEARLY I was hungry. I should have known better...we had a fun BBQ with friends last night and although the food was delicious (juicy cobobs, fresh fruit, crisp cabbage salad...yummy!!) this lactating runner needs more than a couple flecks of meat. Great, now no one on this blog is going to invite us to dinner for fear of dissapointing, but if you do... I beg of you, give me a huge slab of chicken breast or something!! |