1. Like everyone else in DC, I've been enjoying the unseasonably warm weather. If I could find a part of the country where it was 55-75º and sunny/partly cloudy year-round, I would move there. Ideas? In the meantime, I'll be really happy to keep wearing shorts and a teeshirt in January and hope that if we do have a ridiculously hot summer because of the mild winter, it at least has the decency to wait until after June 24th to get really bad.
2. For a long time, I couldn't eat leftovers. Once a hot dinner got cold, I couldn't stomach it again. I'm not sure why, it had something to do with the smell. There were a few things that I could deal with if I plugged my nose while reheating - pizza, chili - but in general, ugh. One of my pet peeves is seeing food go to waste, but fortunately I live with the poet, who will eat just about anything as long as it's food. However, as I'm getting deeper into training, I'm starting to get better about it, if only because it's so much easier to cook a dinner that serves six and then eat it for lunch the next two days (I say this while eating Tuesday night leftovers for lunch). However, I think this needs to cross over into the day that I work downtown, because it's the only time I ever eat lunch out somewhere, and while I almost always get the same mediterranean chicken salad (lettuce chicken hummus tomato cucumber eggplant feta with some pita bread on the side), it inevitably leaves me feeling heavy and bloated and disgusting for the rest of the day and into the next. I'm not sure why, as it's not tremendously calorie heavy and IS heavy on the veggies, but after 3-4 weeks of having it for lunch and then having a crappy evening workout and an even crappier long run the next morning, I think it needs to go.
3. Without trying to be deliberately and obnoxiously obtuse, some things have happened in my home life recently that have the poet and I butting up against a few somewhat-big life decisions. NOTHING IS WRONG, but we need to decide on a direction to head in, and it's (of course) stressing me out, and I think the reason that I haven't been sleeping well the past few weeks. I've always had a hard time making big decisions, and this is no different. And no matter what we decide, nothing will happen immediately, which makes it even more difficult. So, I'm sorry to be one of those incredibly annoying people who allude to something without explaining it in full because that would really piss me off to read it on someone's blog, but it's weighing heavy on my mind and making me crabby and I just wanted to get it out there. Sometimes big decisions are easy - run directly at the thing that equals the most joy - but sometimes there is joy in both directions and that's when it gets hard.
Happy Thursday, friends.