Week Two

Abram is a glass half-empty kind of guy right now (please let it only be temporary). I reason that it must be difficult being jammed quite closely between three girls, two being incredibly over-the-top dominant and one being a needy baby. Any task that needs doing on his part is just too difficult because of "the beetle biting his leg" or the "roley poley" caught in his ear, or how going potty makes his eye hurt, and how putting his shoes on makes his tummy hurt. Unfortunately, his mother nagging him about completely these tasks makes him hit, kick and push his younger sister, which in turn makes her cling to me.



It's kind of like I have a goiter slung around my neck, except this goiter laments in operatic baby babble, the terrors of being Abram's younger sister.





I don't lament my goiter too much.


So, I ran 10 miles Saturday, did a tempo run Monday, and ran 3 miles this morning. And I felt pretty miserable during all of them. I'm not sure what is up. Maybe it was the race combined with not running for a week because of the surgery and maybe I am running different because I am favoring the leg. I can't figure it out, but I'll give it some time.

I had an allergic reaction to the bandages that I've been covering my stitches with, and now my leg is swollen with bleeding hives and it is nasty, and I can't wear bandages. I'll spare you the photo.

What I've eaten:

Thursday I made Bobby Flay's Chinese chicken salad and it was pretty good. I've probably made a dozen different Chinese chicken salad recipes and I still think I like Tyler Florence's the best.

I made chicken Kiev Friday. It's an America's test kitchen recipe, so no link, but it's filled with butter so you may not want it.



I was snapping a photo of my bowl full of butter and herbs and this just happened to be taking place in the background. Sweet Lu.

One of Brad's clients owns an extra large smoker and enters his smoked meats in contests around the states. He often emails Brad and asks if he would like something smoked for him. Last week he said he had room for a smoked pork butt. We bit and now I'm making all kind of really healthy pork meals. Right now I'm reading Born to Run and the author covers the diets of some of the best runners in the world. Christopher Mcdougall seems to have left out the part about how pork butt makes you run really fast...