We are all jealous lovers yet complete enablers. Granted, yesterday I did run eight miles before work at an average pace of 8:45 (scootin' for this old bird), BUT I also literally blanked out in a work-related conversation because I was fixated on day-old chocolate donuts behind the coffee counter, and I'm pretty sure the man who empties my office trash (Carl) was alarmed the copious amounts of snack food wrappers. None of which is for lack of regular meals, as I ate my body weight in greek yogurt and two packets of oatmeal for breakfast, along with two servings of apple jacks (with milk), soy chips, various fruits, steamed veggies and a few handfuls of basmati rice for lunch. Because that makes a delicious, balanced meal. Just like I'm convinced I experience intervals of menopause-like symptoms on my summer walks to work (helloooo hot flashes), I'm now certain that marathon training offers insight into third trimester pregnancy (eating, and in my case also drinking, for two). And most of it is really healthy stuff, but the point is: I. Cannot. Fit. Enough. Food. In. My. Mouth.
Poor Carl, he must think a new girl has your office now! Um, 8:45? Jesus woman....I was hauling ass at 10:30 the other night and that only lasted for about 45 seconds. You are wonderfully sick....and running "prego" haha.
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