Green Power

I had a really good Friday night, last night, with my friend, Angie. We're both teachers. Both runners. So, we have an innate understanding with one another that when Friday comes what we both need is food and drink that will not only help us deal with the week we just had, but will also properly nourish our bodies for the long run we inevitably face on Saturday. This, of course, means loads of Mexican food.

I'm beginning to think that I run better a little hung over. My new theory is that if you feel bad going into the run, you'll feel better at the end of the run. Whereas, if you start a run feeling good, you have nowhere to go but down. So the fish tacos, chips and salsa, margarita, beer and tequila shot at Baja Betty's last night, not only made it so I had to leave my car in Hillcrest, but also gave me the proper fuel I needed to then run and get my car today. It's sort of like the reverse of having someone drop you off in the middle of nowhere and then having to run your way home. I'm just dropping my car off instead...the night before...

On a sort of unrelated topic, but not entirely...I created a (kind of good) recovery drink today after my run. If you're into macrobiotics (I think that's what it's called)-- AKA: getting your vitamins from fresh plants and whatnot, then you may be interested in this smoothie. It's very pretty before blending...but gets a little brown once it's all mixed together.


Ingredients:

1 frozen banana
1 T chocolate hemp protein mix (Trader Joe's)
1C almond milk (unsweetened vanilla)
1 handful frozen kale
1 handful frozen spinach
1 T chia seeds
1T maca powder
1/2 C blueberries (mine are pre-blended in the pic- leftover from a previous meal...)

What can I say...

...I've been out of the blogosphere for way too long this time. The last time I wrote a post it was hot and still light outside at 9pm. Now it's getting dark around 7. I smell chimney smoke during my evening runs. It's almost Halloween for crying out loud. I've let a whole season of running posts slip by. Ah well. I'm still here. Sort of. Kind of in a fog this semester: I'm teaching high school part-time so that I can teach a college writing course. And, therefore, not running as much as I should considering........

On Monday when I walked into my high school classroom, the sheriff was there. Someone had broke into my classroom--sort of--over the weekend. It wasn't technically "breaking in" because no breaking was needed. My classroom door was not shut properly after the janitorial staff left on Friday afternoon, so while the classroom door was locked, it was not shut all the way. Therefore, it opened easily when tugged on by some punk-ass teenager at approximately 6pm Friday evening.

He (and I know if was a he from the grainy security cam video) did not destroy my classroom, as you may be expecting me to say. No. He tipped over a few desks. Put one of them on top of another. No big deal there since could have destroyed my posters, computer, CD player, and all the anthologies... But he didn't. Nope. He just urinated all over my desk. And my desk chair.

I don't really know what to say about the situation. There's just so much that can be said. And at the same time, nothing to say.

And so I run. I run. I run. I run.