That would be one of the most popular google searches to get you to my blog.
I’d be flattered if it weren’t for being slightly creeped out.
So, as we discussed yesterday, it seems running into a raccoon or skunk on a run is quite common, huh?
My boss asked if the skunk sprayed at me.
I told him I’d be taking a minimum of 3 days off to de-skunkify if something like that ever happened. And maybe even an extra day for sheer embarrassment from the whole situation.
Just a heads up on that one, Mr. Bossman. So no- it didn’t get me this time.
And yes, I was happy with the doctor and his outlook on the sitch. For the last few weeks, when I did run, I stressed myself out the entire time. Overanalyzing each and every stride.
Last night’s run was much more carefree.
3 miles at 8:34. After the first half mile, I didn’t think once about the leg.
Maybe because my mind was consumed with how disgustingly hot and sweaty I was getting. The humidity tried to beat me, but determination and fingers crossed that I wouldn’t pass out mid-run were the two things that got me through.
Determination was also important to hit up the stairmill for 10 minutes after. Some because I’m starting to freak about what my booty will look like in a swimsuit next week, and some because I’m trying to take every advantage of the gym that I can before I no longer have it after I move (insert a Snooki ”waaaaaaah!” here).
Normally the stairmill is my “cool down”, but because heat rises and it puts me right up next to the ceiling, it totally wasn’t.
By the end of it all, I didn’t even want to touch a thing in my apartment until properly showered.
Thank god a few people think I have sexy sweat, huh?
Because the sudden heat wave rolled through during the day, and because I’m slightly dumb when it comes to such things, I didn’t even think to open the windows/sliding doors to my apartment before leaving for work. Returning to a sauna is not the best feeling after a long day.
Because of this little oopsie, I thought it best to pass up plans to heat my oven and roast vegetables for 30 minutes. Instead, I heated the stovetop for 10 minutes or so and made the ugliest omelet ever using chicken sausage and mushrooms:Even my glass says “it’s getting hot in herrrrrr” with all the sweating it was doing. Sexy, right?
I screwed up the flip. So a bunch of feta was thrown on top in hopes that you wouldn’t notice so much.
It didn’t help, did it?
*Sigh. Whatever. It was still tasty.
We’ll try making sweet potatoes again tonight. The apartment temp levels are much better today. Air conditioning isn’t happening just yet because temps are supposed to dip back into the 60′s next week and I’m pinching pennies.
These 25-degree swings in temperature are just nuts.
Oh Chicago weather. You’re so fickle.
So what do you eat/cook now that the summer months are upon us?
(Other than ice cream, of course…)