It's amazing what some sugar in the bloodstream can do for a girl. On Saturday I ran (term used loosely) a 5k event. My time was 36:42.
Tonight I ran 5k and my time was 23:16.
That is a difference of 13 minutes and 26 seconds. And that, my friends, is the power of sugar.
Saturday morning the race started at 8 and I had to be up at 6:20 to get ready and get there. Didn't eat. Was STARVING before the race began.
Tonight I went running a couple hours after a good dinner and a little handful of chocolate chips and pretzels during Family Home Evening.
I now pose a question for all you out there that are experienced runners. What works for you on race days as far as food goes? What can you consume within an hour of running that will not upset your stomach?
I would prefer to do better at the events and am not sure how to do so.
Monday, June 21, 2010
The Power of Sugar
Posted by Cheri at 11:12 PM 7 comments
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Happy Michael's Weekend
That's right! Mike's birthday always falls right on or before Father's Day, so wham-bam every year. It's a great test of my organizational skills. Luckily, he knows who he's married to and forgives me (generally) for spacing one as long as I remember the other. This year I kind of got both.
And this here may not be much to look at, but it was one lump of deliciousness. Chocolate orange torte. Mmmm. I need some more. With whipping cream and raspberries.
We are so happy, happy he is part of our family! We would be a mess without him. Happy Father's day, Mike!
Posted by Cheri at 10:19 PM 11 comments
Labels: birthday party, Father's Day, Mike
Cheri's now a runner
Posted by Cheri at 9:50 PM 9 comments
Monday, June 7, 2010
Little Fred
A little poem the kids memorized yesterday. The content of the poem being my attempt at brainwashing....
But either way, they are pretty sweet.
(Each video is about 30 seconds long.)
Little Fred
When little Fred was called to bed
He always acted right.
He kissed Mama, and then Papa,
And wished them all goodnight.
He made no noise like naughty boys,
But gently up the stairs
Directly went when he was sent
And always said his prayers.

