I woke up yesterday ready to do my run outside in the beautiful weather. Fueled by a toasted turkey sandwich with laughing cow cheese and some spinach artichoke cream cheese, I skipped out the door for my run.
Things started pretty good, until about the 3rd mile or so, when I began to feel a bit tired. I felt it in my legs, as they began to feel heavier with each step. I pushed on, not wanting to catch too much of a break while going downhill. The next thing I knew, I was falling in slow motion- I had caught the toe of my shoe on the ground, having not lifted my feet high enough, and tripped over my own shoe. It seemed to happen in slow motion, arms flailing, everything tumbling around me. All I could think was "please don't land on my knees, PLEASE don't land on my knees!" Luckily, I somehow managed to avoid landing on my knees or legs- with the full impact of my total wipeout absorbed by my hands. I got up a bit shaken and brushed myself off with nothing more than a few scrapes on my palm. Embarassed, only one man saw me and asked if I was okay- but thank goodness the college kids who were training with their team didn't. I slowly worked up a jog again, making it back to the car so I could wash off my wounds. Somehow I still made 4.5 miles in 50 minutes. A banana made it seem a bit better.
After a quick shower, it was time to meet some old college friends for good times, good talks, and good food at Nola. I had the Creole Shrimp, in a tomato-y wine sauce with herbed rice. It was decent, although my friends' dishes (mainly the "fried chicken" battered breasts) looked much better. I'm 2 for 2 of things that were just ooookay there, but I guess I'd give it another try- especially if the meal came with just as good company.
After getting home, I treated myself to a few Peppridge Farm dark chocolate cookies to make up for my dinner.
NOLA
535 Ramona St
Palo Alto, CA 94301
(650) 328-2722
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