Sunday, October 13, 2013

Knife Skills

I have a set of fairly sharp kitchen knives. I use them often for everything from chopping vegetables to slicing tofu. Out of all the times I have used my sharp kitchen knives in my cooking adventures, I have never come close to cutting myself, not even once. So imagine my surprise when I was trying to open an Amy's Indian Samosa Wrap with a steak knife and this happened:

I know it doesn't look that bad in the picture, but it hurt enough to make me shriek profanities and there was enough blood to run down my finger and drip all over the place before I could get a bandaid on it. The picture above is after a full day of neosporin assisted healing. It throbbed and made my life miserable yesterday, but I'm happy to report that I can type with it again today. Being wounded is a struggle, y'all.

I've been trying to follow the distances in the Hal Higdon Novice 2 Marathon training plan. Last week I skipped one of the shorter runs, but I wanted to get in a fourth run this week to try to get into the habit of running four times per week. The schedule only called for three miles, but I don't really plan to get in anymore activity today so I decided to run 4 miles instead.

It went really well. I expected to be a little sore after yesterday's 9 miler and for the first mile my legs and hips made some half hearted protests. By the time I reached the end of mile 1, though, I felt great. It was hotter today than it was yesterday so by the end of mile 1 I was super sweaty. I kept thinking about changing my route to avoid some of my least favorite hills, but I felt so good that I decided to run them to help me get stronger. I was really happy when I got home and looked at my splits. Even after my long run yesterday I was able to coax 4 solid miles out of these legs. Does this mean I'm getting stronger?

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