Nichole warned me of an impending 'leg crash' (ie, I wasn't going to feel great forever - get ready for it! But it's not you, so don't worry!) coming up in the next few weeks of training, but I was feeling pretty gosh darn good when that particular email floated my way. After all, I had an awesome workout last Sunday...and then a really crappy one yesterday. But that's ok. I think I'm getting better at just letting poor workouts roll off my back and looking forward to the next one as a chance for redemption (especially when that 'poor workout' was a shock-to-my-system mile repeat @ 5K pace workout!).
So after a great run with the Purdue Run Club (shoutout to Evan, Billy, and Chandler!), I decided I was going to go grocery shopping.
Totally unrelated sidebar: As I was changing for my run, I noticed that I hadn't shaved in a bit. Usually this is not a problem in November because I'm wearing tights, but today was warm enough for half tights/capris...and Sasquatch legs. Awesome! Nothing screams 'I'm too busy for basic grooming!' like epic-ly hairy legs.
Anyhoo, so I'm carting through Aldi, stocking up on their cheapy stuff (things in cans, milk, eggs) and generally doing a good job of avoiding snacky stuff (oh potato chips, love you bunches, dude). At Payless (aka 'Fake Kroger'), I felt like a vegan hippie person - fresh veggies, hummus, baked snack crackers to go with said hummus, etc.
All that fell apart when I got to WalMart. I just needed pita bread (which I never did manage to find; thin sliced bagels are a poor substitute), face wash, and new makeup. But lo and behold, what did they have on prominent display by the front door?
Little Debbie Christmas Trees
Lemme 'splain something: I think I ate a LD oatmeal creme pie with my lunch every single day my senior year of high school. My mom never bought that kind of stuff, so I don't know where my Little Debbie obsession comes from. As much as I love OCPs, the Christmas Tree snack cakes are pretty much my life partner of snack foods.
I actually stopped in the middle of the aisle and stared at them. I thought about picking up a box, just in case, maybe I wouldn't really want them by the time I was done hunting for pita bread. I didn't, though, and despite stopping and staring two more times before I left the store, I was Little Debbie-less upon checkout.
Then when I got home, I saw this article floating around Facebook and decided that I like visible abs (which I do not have, btw) more than sugary, sprinkled, decorated, light-as-air Christmas tree snack cakes.
At least for now...