What kind of day is it going to be when you grabbed the all-purpose flour to put into the coffee filter rather than ground coffee? I’m not sure. I will be finding out though. The good news is that I actually have coffee in my mug, so this day should be making more and more sense with each sip.
I spoke typed too soon. Literally as I am typing this a co-worker called me to give me the message that our main diabetes outpatient dietitian is sick and I need to take her work. She works from 1130 am till 8pm. I have dietitian appointments from 9 am till 1pm and then cardiac rehab from 1 to 5pm. And then a 5 mile runafter work. I was told all of my work will be taken care of and I’ll just be doing the other dietitian’s work.
Um…I guess I will be finishing only half of my breakfast, letting my stomach digest, going for a 5 mile run, showering again within a 4 hour time period, eating the other part of my breakfast, and then going to work.
Ok…where was I?
my weekend
I spoke of windy wind (ha) early Saturday morning that was too much for me to withstand (withrun?) for 9 miles. I delayed the run till Sunday morning when the wind was minimal. I began on my usual routine of other Saturday errands.
Great Harvest bread sample! I picked up another loaf of honey whole wheat. Love that stuff.
After grocery shopping and organizing my kitchen, I became restless. I ate a late lunch of 3 slices of leftover pizza. And then I got the itch. It looked like the wind was dying down. I didn’t notice any strong gusts when I was out earlier. I finished my pizza (with Crystal hot sauce) and waited almost 2 hours before finding myself in my running clothes, ready to run.
It wasn’t the prettiest 5 miles. My lunch was making me feel miserable. I’m not used to running after a meal! I finally stopped at 2.71 miles. I walked it out. I stared at all the squirrels that were running the park. After a solid 10 minutes of walking, standing, breathing, and concentration I moved forward. I felt better but still wasn’t at my best. It was my best given the situation though.
Lots of deep breaths followed the cool-down walk home.
And lots of naughty words were dropped because my entire body was cramping and achy, except my legs! I only stopped saying naughty words under my breath once I reached home and held open the lobby door for a mom and her baby and elevator ride up. Then it started up again.
My body just didn’t feel right still once I started on dinner. I blame the flu shot. Despite feeling sub-par, I started on a fabulous dinner. I love a fish+potato+vegetable dinner. Arctic char is always a win in my book and Aaron can always make it just right.
Roasted potatoes and asparagus for the sides. While eating dinner I asked Aaron what he is looking forward to most about our upcoming California trip. He quickly responded with, “To teach Cooper and Connor how to use matches.” Remember that they are my 4 year-old nephews.
We sipped on a Rochefort 6 throughout the evening.
It’s definitely no Rockefort 8 or 10. I think the Rocefort 8 is the love of my life.
I woke up Sunday morning so happy I ran (a horrible) the day before because it was in the 30*s! It was a perfect day for an orchard visit! I texted my old college roommate who has worked at the local orchard for over a decade (note: she wasn’t a “non-traditional” student, aka just a few years older than me). She said it was fairly busy and to come soon or after the Bears kickoff. The kickoff ended up not mattering. The place was packed.
We made our way to the baby animals first. Now last year we spend a solid 30 minutes probably with those animals, but this year it was jam packed which didn’t make for good lingering. We said good-bye to the adorable baby pigs and went for apple cider donuts!
Picture of one? I was one track at the moment we had 6 apple cider donuts in our possession.
We walked around trying apples, putting corn salsa and caramel apple candles in our wooden basket, and re-thinking a pumpkin beanie for my soon-t0-be niece (uh, does Fresno really get cold enough for a knitted beanie??). We also managed to find my old roommate and talk with her before the place became too busy again. I love seeing old faces from college. 
One of the best parts of the orchard was this-
I will be frank when it comes to pies. If you screw up the crust, I won’t hide my disappointment. You must nail the crust. This crust was fabulous! And the ice cream was the perfect complement. This made me so happy! I shouldn’t say that as an RD, right?
I took it slow with the warm cider since we were sitting by the wood-burning stove. They are so comfy-cozy!
Last stop of the day:
Apparently the lady who took our picture doesn’t own an iPhone. She took a video rather than a picture and never realized it. Ha. I’m not complaining, but it was funny when she commented on how good of a picture she got on the phone compared to Aaron’s camera.
A lazy Sunday afternoon followed the orchard. I lit a candle that I bought from the orchard last year, curled up under a blanket, and watched season 3 of The Office. One needs plenty of rest when running so much, right?
Comfort dinner followed. I went for a black bean chili that always came out so good last year. It flopped this year.
I have no idea what went wrong. I do think running out of chili powder didn’t help things. The grilled cheese was the best part of the meal though. It may look like it’s burnt, but it didn’t taste burnt at all. Honey whole wheat bread makes the best grilled cheeses.
So…I guess I’m going to let my breakfast settle (even though I am still hungry), prep dinner (Packers game is on at 7:30 and someone is a huge fan), and run?
