And, no, I’m not talking about my children.
I’m not that desperate.
Yet.
However, I have come to realize that in my new quest for balance (thank you, Jen Hatmaker for your new book, For the Love. Ladies, please read. Jen, please friend me.), I just have to step away sometimes.
(again, I’m not that desperate.)
(but seriously Jen, friend me.)
Anyway, I have been trying to keep my healthy eating and running to a maximum, as I am finishing up training for a half in September as an ambassador for Team Beef. So, that means, planning long runs around our hectic pace, eating well, drinking lots of water, blah, blah, blah.
It also means following Runner’s World magazine and its advice, which is usually great. I love my Brooks Ghost running shoes (although why did I pick navy blue and run exclusively on the gravel roads around me? Note to self: no more.). I love the training plans they direct me to, the core workouts that (in theory) I should be doing more often than I have been. Again, blah, blah, blah.
However.
HOWEVER.
However, there are days that I want to scream at the community of runners who are just so danged opinionated (present company NOT excluded). We are obsessed, we runners. We are obsessed with splits and mileage and shoes and chafing.
But mostly?
We are obsessed with food.
Weird, huh?
This is why a lot of us run (present company included). We run to feel better, sweat more, and EAT MORE. I am able to maintain a good balance of brownies as long as my mileage and pace are up.
So, why am I always surprised when the topic of food comes up and red meat is the first on the chopping block? I generally comment with a witty, “we are beef producers, and I’m not dead or slow” post.
Until I saw this pop up on my Facebook feed:
