Hey there! I wanted to show you some eats from this last weekend and share a little on the subject of how I’m not a runner and why that’s okay.
Breakfast: latte overnight oats with chocolate yogurt and raspberries. Recipe (minus raspberries) here!
I was traveling, so I ate lunch in the car on my way up to Sequim, Washington. I was in the bargain for something easy and packable, so this leftover-bowl it was. Greens, sautéed veggies, chicken, rice, sauerkraut, and avocado duh. I wish I had thought to grab an apple to eat on the side. Oh well. Next time.
Saturday morning, I woke up and felt like going for a run. I’m not a runner. At home, I almost never run because it’s not what I enjoy. Occasionally I’ll feel like it, but those times are usually relegated to once every couple months, and only then if the weather is beautiful.
A few years ago, I went through several months where I tried to make myself a runner. I’d plan to run once a week, but every week, my scheduled run would roll around and I’d find myself dreading it. I’d either 1.) do it anyways and hate every second or 2.) skip it and feel guilty. (See #4 in this post for more on why not to rigidly plan every workout.) All that to say, I don’t force myself to run now because I’ve come to the conclusion that running’s not my thing and that’s okay.
But for some reason, almost every time I take a trip, I find myself feeling like running. I think it has something to do with exploring a new place. So I go with it.
Dinner on Saturday: bacon cheeseburger salad. I didn’t have any fruits or vegetables at lunch on Saturday, which is perfectly okay and absolutely not something to feel guilty about, but I was craving ALL the vegetables by dinnertime. Also, I love pickles, in case you wanted to know.
Unpictured before bed snack: a maple glazed pecan and sea salt KIND bar. Can you believe that I liked it better than the dark chocolate sea salt one? I know, what is wrong with me? Actually, now I’m doubting my preference. Maybe I just didn’t have a clear memory of what the chocolate one tasted like. Guess I’ll just have to eat more of them so I can make a better informed decision.
I know I told you I’m not a runner and I’m really not. But like I said, I was feeling it this weekend, so I went out for another short run Sunday morning before the drive home. Do you see that blue sky?
Sunday lunch on the way home: burrito bowl with chicken, rice, beans, veggies and TONS of pico de gallo.
Salt & Straw stop in Portland? Yes please. I got a scoop of coffee ice cream with chocolate covered cacao nibs and a scoop of cinnamon ice cream with chunks of cinnamon roll and cream cheese swirled in. Eaten outside in the sun (!). The best.