I woke up knowing that yesterday was going to be a fantastic day, well, almost. My morning started off with a 3 mile easy run, ending with 4 X 20 second strides. I just started a 6-week base building plan that will increase the quality and length of my runs, and this fell into the plan. This is a good read on strides!
After quickly getting ready, I went to an all-day Photoshop seminar for work, which is a double win since I can use my knowledge on future blog content. I literally have taught myself Photoshop since I took over the graphics and copy of our e-newsletters at work, so this course was muchly appreciated. IT probably has a field day over the phrases I search for on my work computer. “How to crop that thing out of the sky but keep that other thing in the background with that tool that’s shaped like a cowboy’s rope.”
I never understand why Google can’t give me an answer on that.
I ate this lunch in 5 minutes. I now know what the hot dog champion feels like when he has to stuff all of those hot dogs in his mouth in record breaking time. I guess that’s what you get when you use your hour lunch to go shopping. Who is that classy broad shoveling food into her mouth in a Holiday Inn parking lot? Me.
And for the first time in 37 days I ATE PEANUT BUTTER. Ugh to Teddie’s. I’m partial to it, but don’t let my brother hear me say that or he’ll throat punch me and take the jar. I was so excited to have peanut butter. And then I realized why I’m not a huge Teddie’s fan… the oil and lack of creaminess.
I had the peanut butter on the spoon, and before I could even get it on the banana, a huge chunk of oily peanut butter fell on my brand new jeans. Not once, but twice. Two globs of peanut butter on my inner thigh before 1 little taste. Karma. I was so traumatized. Do not peanut butter and drive.
There is no picture of my peanut butter jeans, since the weird man at the gas station was looking at me while I attempted a picture. He’s honestly probably normal and he’s back home telling his wife about that weird girl at the gas station with 2 globs of peanut butter on her jeans. You win some. You lose some. I drowned my sorrows with a burger and sushi at Mint Bistro though, so it just goes to show you that you have to balance out the good and the bad, and at the end of the day, I had a good workout, I ate peanut butter and a burger, and I learned more about Photoshop, so really, peanut butter on my jeans isn’t so bad, especially since I ate what I had spilled.
What is your favorite brand of peanut butter?
JIF all the way. All the way.