A bizarre long run makes me real hungry

Workout- Saturday 16mile run (2hr, 29min) Yesterdays run was HILLY, long and bizarre.  I was dreading all the hills but as it turned out the hills weren't bad.  I needed to worry about cars, strangers, wild animals, and my body revolting against GU's.  
I should have known that our run was gonna be eventful when we were almost hit by a truck not even a half mile into our run.  Unfortunately close calls are not unusual ( I wish it was).  The unusual part was the driver of the truck came back and waited for us.  Creepy at first, but he wanted to apologize.  He said he just didn't see us as he was turning and was so sorry.  WOW, that never happens.  It is a good lesson as it can happen to anyone.  Always look both ways, driving or walking across the street.  Remember kids.

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The rest of the run just continued to get weird.  
I swear I heard something growl at us.  I could have been my stomach, not sure.
An old man stopped us and asked for directions to the casino. What?  It was about 9 in the morning!  I think we got him pointed in the right direction, I hope he won big.
Then I was sidelined with horrible stomach cramps at about mile 8.  Apparently GU and I are not compatible, glad I found out now and not in a race.  
Next my phone kept blowing up with texts and calls, because I had a sitter at home with the kids, I needed to check it.  Seriously, it won't ring for days but Saturday morning I was more important than Paula Deen (I love her) at a butter convention. 
Between my stomach pain bringing me to walk and the constant interruptions it felt like I was out there for an eternity. 

Then there was this awkward photo.  Apparently Espresso Love GU makes me want to spread the love too.  Closer, closer.  "Do you think we got Red mountain in the background?" Um, that's not Red Mountain.  My bad.

Steph is a saint for sticking it out with me.  I told her to leave me to the thing I heard growling in the desert but she refused.  I'm glad she didn't. 

Because rehydrating and caffeinating alone at Starbucks is super lame.  I think I made those two words up but they should exist.


Are you more hungry the day after a long run or race?  I am.  The day of a race or long run I normally can't quite figure out what to eat.  I just kinda snack on little bits all day. Last night was an exception, we went to dinner with friends and ate a big fabulous meal.  I only took one picture.  Blogger fail.

Wino win!  It was a great night of laughs and food.  I just wish I would have taken some more pictures. 
Today it was business as usual.

A chopped salad with a short stack.  NFL linebackers ain't got nothing on me.  I told Todd we could take the leftover pancakes home.  I think he almost believed we would have leftovers.

Almost.  He knows me better than that.  I reluctantly shared my pancakes.  Well, it was more of a trade.

Bradon ordered the stuffed french toast with blueberry compote.  Yeah, he gave me a bite.
Like I was saying the day after a long run, I get real hungry.


I hope you all had a glorious weekend.