Typically I do not eat acidic food before I run; it causes running that just doesn’t fly with me (if anyone knows me well enough, they’ll understand). In fact, normally all I eat before my daily run is whatever I can fish out of my freezer in the morning. Then I will have coffee when I get to work. That not only opens my eyes for a fun-filled day of writing, but it also helps me get down to racing weight with enough time to try and get a couple of co-workers to run with me.
On this particular day, I woke up with a different feeling. Somehow the world seemed to be rotating differently, I woke up already knowing what I was going to wear, and there was enough hot water in my shower that I didn’t have to curse out anybody in the house under my breath.
I got to work that morning and almost before I could get my lunch into the fridge, a co-worker was asking me to whore out my running blog. What the….!? Geez, can’t a girl even say good morning to someone anymore without her goods being offered out for the world to just use? I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to tie a hot sauce whore blog into my running expertise blogs. Look, I am not a whore. And my running isn’t either.
But alas, I at least tried the hot sauce. I am young, adventurous. I didn’t get many opportunities to experiment in high school, so I have to take advantage when I can. The sauce wasn’t bad. I got a little bit nervous eating it before running…. You know.
So then it came down to run time. And damned if I didn’t run the sh** out of that run! No joke. I was unstoppable. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was the hot sauce. But it let me run before running out of me.