While I was out on my long run on Sunday (I did 17.38 kms) my brain got a little fuzzy and thoughts that sound like this started bubbling to the surface: “You can’t do this, it’s too long, it’s too hot” “what were you thinking taking this route, it’s way to hilly” “Did you stop breathing, cause I can’t hear you” “AAHHHH come on, only 5 k to go, this won’t take more than 30 minutes” “Do you remember the time when everyone called you fat? Think they can run as far as you today?” “Now, what’s in the fridge that would make a good post-run recovery meal? Eggs… maybe, bread… naw, tomatoes, red ripe tomatoes and lettuce, yeah and cheese oooohhhh, now we’re going somewhere… Wait, do I have mayonnaise, ‘cause I can’t make a tomato sandwich without some…. (Here I’m mentally going over the contents of the fridge, pushing and tossing things to find the mayo in my imaginary fridge) BINGO! We have mayo!!!!
Oh this sandwich is going to be sooo gooood…
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t even see that I had passed my house and thus the 17.38 k. Now, this is becoming a favourite activity of mine on long runs. When I see that I have about 5 k to go, I start picking the mental fridge apart for something good to eat. Sometimes it works, well, most times it works. I love to run for food. Well, this should be the other way around actually, I love to eat therefore I run to keep the weight off.
Now, you ask, what’s with the title? Well, since I live in Montréal and speak French most of the time, I thought I could pepper in a little French here and there. Basically, I’ll end each post with the French translation of a few sentences I just wrote. Have fun practicing your French!
« AHHHH, allez, il ne reste que 5 kilomètres à faire, ça ne prendra même pas 30 minutes »(did you notice, even the quotations marks turn French)
« Des œufs, peut-être… du pain, non, pas vraiment… des tomates, des tomates juteuses et mûres à point et de la laitue, ah oui et du fromage, làààààààà on s’en va quelque part. Attends, est-ce que j’ai de la mayonnaise, je ne peux faire un sandwich aux tomates sans mayo »
À la prochaine!
