Why do 3 miles seem so hard, while 5, 6, 7 don't seem that bad? I don't get it. I ran 5 last Saturday and I don't remember it being "hard" but last night I ran 3.5 and I thought I might pass out. The first mile is the worst for me. Constantly looking at the clock, constantly looking at my pace, constantly wishing I wasn't running. Mile 2 pretty much flew by and the last mile is always SLOW but good because it's countdown time! So far this week, I've run 7 miles and tonight I plan on cross training on either the elliptical or the stair climber for 40 minutes. Tomorrow I shall rest, then do 5 miles on Saturday.
The other night I looked into our over stuffed vegetable drawer in the refrigerator and realized I had some produce that was fast approaching death. I cut up tons of mushrooms, a yellow pepper, and onion and sauteed it with a clove of garlic, some red pepper flakes, some lemon juice, some Rotel tomatoes, and a little salt and pepper. I warmed up some refried beans, cut some cilantro, black olives, lettuce, and a few roma tomatoes. Layered everything in a tortilla, poured on some salsa and a small dalop of reduced fat sour cream and made the best burrito ever. I ate one of those and then took the various toppings and put it over a corn tostada. I could eat Mexican food 7 days a week I think. Fresh, healthy, and very very easy. (this may or may not offset the 5 boxes of girl scout cookies I ordered.)
Hope the week is going well for everyone!
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