I’ve been into rice cakes lately.
Ok, that’s a lie. I was given a bunch of past the sell-by date rice cakes and because I don’t want to throw anything away that is vegan, I’ve been finding creative ways to eat them. Sometimes I dip them in soup, but that’s kind of weird with the caramel ones no? Last night I improvised and made a bedtime snack of a rice cake, peanut butter and half a chocolate bar. It was a great idea!
Then today at work I made a peanut butter sandwich on two rice cakes, which was a nice little snack towards the end of the shift. I need to drink something with them though, because I sort of choke if I don’t…which I did the first few times I started eating them.
I was thinking today about my goals for this race. Of course my coach and I discussed this last week over dinner…but when I really get down to it, I will be happy if I tried my best and finish strong. I had a successful training cycle with no injuries. Outside of the pain in my butt from over striding, I avoided any overtraining and feel pretty good right now. The tapering is working as long as I allow myself as much sleep as I need. I have been trying to get into bed at 7:30PM each night just to relax and listen to a podcast. Usually I turn off the podcast and fall asleep.
I’ve been drinking more water, eating enough and just not letting anything stress me out. To be honest, I am excited to travel to the race and hopefully meet some new runners. That is enough. Whatever happens down there, I am good enough.
My parents are redoing their kitchen, so my mom sends me pictures asking me what I think…and if they need more counter space etc. I’m like…no it looks terrible because everything is ripped out. Please don’t leave it like that hahaha (joking). I am the worst person to ask about space because I have none (by choice) so anything would be enough. If she wants it and they think it will add value to their life, then go for it. More space wouldn’t add much to mine, so my opinion is obsolete.
I think she wants me to feel like I’m somehow involved, which is kind. So I do my best to give her opinions. I think she’s excited for the renovations. I know my dad thinks she is, and that’s enough for me.
My coworker and I were discussing a different coworker and his negativity. It wasn’t what you’re thinking, we weren’t bashing him, just talking out loud. He (the coworker we we talking about) believes he is a realist. He sees the world for how it is. I am totally an optimist. I get that. However, my coworker is definitely a pessimist. He doesn’t see the world for how it is, because there is tons of good in the world and he sees all that is bad. For example, instead of seeing the garbage he has to change as half empty and lucky that it isn’t a broken bag, he sees it as stupid that he had to do anything at all. That is a bad example, but he is just a cup-half-empty person, but believes he’s a realist.
I know I am a cup-half-full person and choose to believe more optimistically than is reality. I get it. We, (the coworker with whom I was discussing this with) do not understand how he thinks he is a realist, when clearly he is a pessimist.
Breakfast: oatmeal with banana and sunflower butter and an apple
Running: 54 minutes