Food Journal THIS

After a long day, sometimes I like to make a cake to celebrate just how long and ass-bad that day has been. Case in point: yesterday. Call it emotional eating, I call it delicious defiance. When life gives you lemons, make yellow cake.

Since I've been journaling everything I eat as part of my personal training, I have never eaten yellow cake with chocolate frosting right before I curl up in bed for 7-8 hours. Yesterday changed all that. Cake + milk + Thursday night shows=the perfect antidote to a crazy day.

Look at these guys

The finishers!

Dad finished the half in 3:05 - just 5 minutes off his stretch goal of 3 hours. He did negative splits, starting with 14- to 15-minute miles, and finishing with 11- to 13-minute miles. I'm so proud of his effort on the course. I tweeted our progress and notable music choices throughout the race; it's fun to read those and kinda re-live our experience. Mile 6: Electric Slide. Mile 7: "Elvis," performing Don't. Mile 8: DJ at the Edgecliff playing Working Day and Night by Michael Jackson (p.s. I flippin' loved this and had to contain myself. Will add it to my running playlist). Mile 8.5: I'll Be There by the Jackson Five. 

Dan finished the full in 3:50, and looked strong as I saw him running down the final stretch. Come to think of it, I think this was his 5th Flying Pig! He's curled up on the sofa now, watching the Reds game. And by watching I mean napping.

more highlights to come...

The Highlight of Dad's half marathon

Forget the finish line, Mile 7 with The King rates as Dad's favorite part of the race, in spite of the uphill. He's already asked me to make a 4 x 6 of this picture. Don't be surprised if this shows up in the Ohio Wesleyan alumni magazine.

Who was that blue streak?

In case you can't identify that blur of black, blue and yellow, that's Gina @ mile 3. Oh yeah, she passed us. Go on, girl!

He's Ready

Dad at the start. He was so nervous, but managed to give me a thumbs-up and a smile before we crossed the start line. No turning back; we were on our way.  I love this picture.

Dan takes a page out of Grandpa's book

Dan set out his breakfast for tomorrow. When I was a kid, my Grandpa Faulkner would do this every night. Seeing how neatly my 31-year-old husband placed the cereal box, bowl and spoon on the counter produced a rush of memories about Grandpa and simultaneously cracked me up.

Still Life with Rolls

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