My weekend was kind of shit.
And I know I haven’t blogged since last Thursday. But you didn’t miss much. Because if I had, it would have just been like “Wow, I feel like boiled garbage. Oh hey, I missed my long run. I need more Chicken McNuggets, stat.”
It all started when I engaged in some serious python eating on Friday afternoon and inhaled a turkey sub the size of my femur. (Like, seriously…this sandwich was probably meant to feed two or three people.) But I was famished.
I promptly got a stomachache, of course. Laying on the bed and moaning to the cat did not help. Hauling my bloated belly out for a slow run did not help. Writhing around on a mat in a poor imitation of yoga did not help.
Naturally, I turned to a bottle of red wine to see if that might help.
Spoiler: it didn’t. And there went my Saturday, too.
As I pulled my eye-mask snugly over my eyes and buried my pounding, dehydrated head in my pillow, blocking out the bright Saturday morning sunlight in which I should have been out doing a long run, I thought about how much I hate it when the only thing standing in my way is…me.
Oh well. Lesson learned. For a while, anyway.
Sunday brought a slight improvement in my condition. I set out on a halfhearted mission to salvage my long run, but I started far too late in the morning and ended up cutting it short at seven miles and change. (Dear everyone who is “totally loving the fall weather!”…I hate you. It is still hot and humid as balls here.)
Anyway. That afternoon, I tried to salvage what was left of the weekend by playing in the kitchen with some sticky rice and a pot of hot oil.
Rice cakes. These delightful little concoctions – hot and crispy on the outside, chewy on the inside – are what I think of when I think of rice cakes. Not those boring cylinder bags of pseudo-snack food that were totally rad back in the 90s.
Crispy rice cakes topped with spicy tuna is one of my favorite things to order when I go out for sushi. (Which, sadly, due to geography and budgetary limitations, happens rather infrequently these days.) I didn’t happen to have any sashimi-grade tuna on hand (#whitegirlproblems) but I did have shrimp.
I kinda made this up as I went along, and came out really well! I mean…it’s not exactly rocket science. You mush together some rice. You fry it. You top it with something delicious smothered in mayo and sriracha sauce. The only tricky part was making sure the rice was packed really, really tightly…because any loose rice chunks WILL break free in the frying oil and make a smoky mess of your kitchen.
Good enough to salvage a crappy weekend? Yep.
Good enough to salvage my weekly mileage? Uhh….
Mehhh. But it could be worse. I still ran almost 40 miles and got a couple of decent hard workouts in. And this week is a new week.
Just keep me away from the footlong subs and the cheap red wine.