Me and my pal Roggs took our beasts to dinner on Monday night. She had just gotten back from vacation and I had just eaten most of the food in the world, so we went to Ziggy's Healthy Grill. It's a health conscious place (most everything is cooked healthy oils or no oils if possible...the fries are sweet potatoes and the salads are DIVINE)...but they don't really offer up nutrition information (which I find bizarre - and probably means the stuff isn't as healthy as they like to promote).
Nonetheless, we took the beasts to dinner...but there was no one else at the restaurant...which was good because screaming babies didn't bother anyone but us, but bad because there was no one else to drown out my screaming baby. Ha. (Roggs' baby didn't scream so much as squeal...she is just a loud one!)
When the waittress came over to take our order she lurked for a minute too long before addressing our table. It was just a little wierd. But hey, we were in Montrose. Weird lurking people are pretty par for the course 'round those parts. But when she did finally decide to talk to us, she apparently told us about the specials...but I could barely hear her because the giant booger in her nose was talking louder than her.
I'm telling you, it was the biggest booger I have ever seen in my life. Ever. On anyone. It was so big that I wasn't sure if it was a booger or if it was a nose ring. It was THAT big. Huge.
I didn't hear a single word that she said about the specials.
I asked Roggs if she knew what the specials were and she said, "No, I couldn't hear over the booger."
Yeah. I'm telling you. Biggest. Booger. Ever. Only babies can get away with boogers like that. The good news is that, unlike my adorable booger filled child, this chick is capable of picking her own. When she came back, it was gone. Apparently booger shaped nose rings aren't as fashionable as I had once thought.
I ordered the salad.
In exercise related news, my race in 3 weeks away - ahhh!! I have been picking up the running mileage - I am now at a respectable 4 miles and a pitiful 5 miles, but I'm getting there! I'm gonna shoot for running 6 again this weekend at a normal pace (I went way slow last weekend just to make sure I got it done).
I am feeling good, but my legs are pretty wasted. I ran 6.5 on Saturday, took Sunday off (because my BFF was in town and we went Owling - ha), did 5 and weights on Monday, biked 20 and ran 1 on Tuesday, 5 and weights on Wednesday, and now, after 2 hours of sleep, I am trying to get motivated to bike at lunch today...but truthfully, I'm not sure if my legs will hold out.
I will probably take it easy the week of my race - not because I really need to taper before a sprint tri, but because I've increased my volume so much in the last few weeks that my body will probably just need a break.
For now, I'm hoping to swim in about 12 minutes (500 meters), bike in about 40 minutes (13.5 miles = 20-21mph), and run in about 32-33 minutes (3.65 miles = 9 min/miles).
The swim will be a crapshoot. You have to actually train on something to have a vague idea of how it will go...and I have been in the water once since before Anna was born (we are going on about 5 months now). And that was at my last race. Ha. Oh well! We are going to swim this weekend (swimming is the sport that is REALLY hard to do with a baby, FYI - it just takes too much time!) and then I will have a better grasp of what I can do on race day I think.
I'm relatively confident in my biking ability - I've been KILLING it on the trainer. I haven't been biking outside, so I don't actually know how fast I've been going, but I've been feeling good and sweating a lot. That's got to be a good sign, eh? Or I could just be really out of shape. We will find out! (It's definitely hard to find time to bike outside, but finding time on the trainer is pretty easy)
On the run, it will just be about willpower. I know I CAN do it....it will just be a matter of MAKING myself do it. I'm gonna wear The Green Silence (my racing flats), so that should motivate me to run faster. You can't wear racing flats and dillydally. It's just wrong.
I am so excited! I love racing! I wish I was gonna look better in my spandex, but alas, this is the squishy body that I was given. Avert your eyes!