Tonight I had and easy 4.5 mile run with 6x45 sec @ level 8. I ran the 4.5 miles between 1-5% inclines at at varying paces, starting at 11:29 min miles, and going up to 10:29 min miles. I did the hill sprints at an incline of 6, running at around an 8:29 min mile. The sprints were really tiring, and I did not quite manage 45 seconds for all of them, so I did a few extra to make up for it. Nothing more to add, except that this was a relatively satisfactory session, and I was really glad that I ran for more sustained distances on the hills, and at a faster pace. The funny thing is, I seem to have ended up with exactly the same time as my easy 5 mile run on Sunday! But I probably missed a few seconds somewhere, though not many, otherwise what would be the mathematical probability of that happening?
Dinner was a bit of a treat: an Ezekiel muffin with Icelandic butter. Now this is purposely meant to sound as exotic as I first found it. Living in the US has suddenly opened up a new vista of food choices. Topping the list is the Icelandic butter and yoghurt. Even in Europe we cannot buy this, as it is simply not to be found anywhere, and although Iceland is part of the European Economic Area, I have yet to see anything of theirs on the supermarket shelves. Anyway, I know it's not very green and I am probably creating some very bad juju with my girnormous carbon footprint, but my only justification is that much like eating reindeer steaks in the Arctic Circle, I just had to try this. She tried it all, and saw that it was good!
Currently there is a programme on the Food Network Channel entitled "The Best thing I ever Ate". All these chefs are interviewed and they try and describe the best thing they ever ate, and the accompanying sensations. It is quite an interesting experience, because you immediately wonder if you can come up with something, realize that there are quite a few options, and then the fun part begins when you start paring it down. Although this next item is not the Best Thing I Ever Ate, it is one of the most memorable.
I need a bit of a break from the Green Monsters, so this morning I had granola and yoghurt for breakfast. The first time I ever tasted this particular combination, was last July, picking up my race packet at the Danskin Triathlon expo. Walking past a stand, a bloke offered me a cup with some granola and yogi in it. My surprise at the unexpected deliciousness is recreated everytime I have this:
Christina). A few posts ago I mentioned the straw that finally broke the camel's back, and led Stuart to refuse to eat anymore of my vegetarian offerings: red quinoa, green cauliflower and spinach - well maybe a picture really is worth a thousand words! Happy Wednesday.