There were many beautiful posts written regarding the tragedy in Boston on Monday. I am deeply saddened that an event celebrating endurance, strength, determination, spirit, and camaraderie was tarnished by violence, fear, hatred, and destruction. The only way I know I prove that terror cannot win is to continue to live and laugh while sending love out into the sadness.
The Ukrop’s Monument 10K in Richmondhas a reputation for being an incredibly fun race, one which everyone told me would be perfect for a first race, since it was flat and full of wild and crazy spectator support.
I had fun running, focusing not on speed–I never do–but just on pacing, not stopping, and finishing(without injury). I also certainly loved all of the goodies people were throwing at me at the end of the race.
The fun began the night before, though, when I met up with Lauren and Liz (and her friendboy, Alex!) for dinner at Fresca on Addison, a completely vegetarian restaurant I wish were in Charlottesville, because everything on the menu sounded divine.
I followed the wide-eyed reaction of the cashier when I asked which sandwich was better and ordered the lentil burger (on housemade doughy wheat bread) with incredible spicy mayo, and a side of crisp, delicious apple fennel salad.
Liz was going to run in the 10K, but ended up spending Saturday in D.C., so Lauren was the lucky duck who got to play hostess to Miss Smart. Not only did she open up her guest room to me, she didn’t laugh at me when I double-fisted tea on Friday night, and made sure I was well-fed before the race on Saturday morning.
Lauren was running in the 10K as part of her tapering from half-marathon training. She was also running as a giant block of tofu from Veganville as part of her Leukemia and Lymphona Society fundraising.
Paranoid about wearing out my running shoes, I had also brought flip-flops, but clearly couldn’t change out of my Mizunos until I’d found Lauren post-race.
And then we had to bring it on down to Veganville.
The last two miles or so of the run, all I could think about was how badly I wanted coffee. And believe me, when we finally made it to brunch at The Mill on MacArthur, it tasted just as good as I anticipated.
Normally, when I go out to brunch, I want lunch foods, but my new egg obsession must have been at work, because the only thing that sounded right to me was “The Old Faithful.”
It was probably about the time that Lauren was digging into her burrito, and I was dousing my herbed potato pancake in ketchup that we realized with comical shock that we were both eating like we’d run a frickin’ marathon or something, instead of the 6.2 miles that we could run on any old day of the week.
Carbs, protein, and not a vegetable in sight. Ain’t no shame in pretending we needed to fuel like we were marathoners, right, Jenn?
As soon as I made it back to Charlottesville, I took down that cantaloupe.
And ate a giant veggie beast in-a-bowl for dinner.
My bedtime snack needed to be fresh and clean, too, apparently, as a combination of Trader Joe’s goat’s milk and Greek yogurts, plus a bit of blueberry Yoplait from a staff meeting, on apples and pears, with cinnamon, was just the ticket.