Short and Sweet

It’s going to be a long night of work and I want to be super-productive, so I’m going to keep it short and sweet.  I will, I mean it!

The Running

I’ve spent all day checking myself for signs of still being me.  I set the alarm for six to go on a run, and the alarm didn’t go off.  Guess who woke up naturally at 6:20 sans alarm?  Guess who put on her shoes and clothes with a semi-smile (and no swearing)?  Guess who ran a lower pace per mile record than EVER today, all without losing her keys on the run?  3.2 in 31:08.  Raise the roof….  And that same person has spent the day intermittently icing her knee after reading for the millionth time that you should ice very soon after running.  The knee is as happy as it could be even after that speedy negative-split run–no grunts or squeaks!

The Wearing

You’ve seen it all before, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to show you again!  Chirpy post-run disposition = cheery clothes:

Sporting the brights, accessorized by fresh-picked orange from my tree

My blouse is from Target, as are the shoes, and the skirt is from Marshalls.  Both need a nip/tuck, but I was too excited about my awesome run to care and threw them on this morning.

The Chomping

For breakfast, I inhaled a sada roti with potatoes while I caught up on some work emails first thing this morning (that run really put me in an angelic state–to think I willingly tackled emails first thing!).  I used to buy these a couple of times a week (I mean, cheap and tasty, and TT$5/US 80 cents), but now I try to limit them to once or twice a month, so I’m extremely appreciative of their spicy tangy goodness:

I was dragged to a meeting at noon, resulting in hangriness so fierce I almost bit a piece of the meeting room table off.  Still, I managed to restrain myself and save my appetite for some homemade chili burgers (red kidney beans, oat bran, sprinkle of rice, lots of onoin and garlic and spices) and salsa over yet another fresh green salad:

For dinner, I was hesitant to pair yellow rice with yellow cornmeal pastelle–should that much yellow (and corn/rice yellow) be playing together?  In the end, laziness and gluttony dictated that yes, they would play well together, so I threw in some pineapple chow and topped the pastelles with yellow chow chow (pickled tart vegetables, like a Trini relish).  Check out my unapologetically sunny plate:

Now to work–which will be hard to do because I’m working on a table under which is parked the dog, in happy empty-Hershey-bar- wrapper-sniffing-and-batting glory:

See, I can do (relative) brevity!