How sad is it that I am actually PAYING my daughter $30/week to make my dinner four nights per week? Actually, it's a win-win: she learns how to cook, I don't end up eating cookies for dinner.
I have had angel hair pasta with pesto; lovely salads; smoothies (that word again!); quesadillas with salad and pesto pasta. Heavenly. (Well, it IS angel hair...)
And after last Saturday's near-catastrophic run, I have been a very good girl, eaten lots of protein, sometimes even eaten lunch, and have downed tankards of water all day long, with the expected results. Also have managed a solid eight hours of sleep every night, Gilmore Girls and West Wing be damned.
Now I just have to finish grading oh 8,000 papers, and I am done with school next Wednesday night. Which leaves me more time to...hmm...work?
I am already freaked out about Saturday's 10 miles and having no one to run with to distract me. Maybe that's good training. Maybe I should not rely on being distracted, for the same reason I don't listen to music while I run--cuz without it I'm a goner.
Goin' to bed.