So this morning I ran a Half M for which I was woefully untrained. A 10 miler …I can mail it in…13.1..not so much. At Mile 11 I was making all manner of deals with the devil. And as any runner knows, all the deals in the world don’t get you to the finish line. Even if you quit and walk it in, well you still have to, yup, walk it in. Miles 11 to 13.1 were a run walk affair.
But a fun brunch with a couple of girlfriends followed – race debacle in the rear view mirror – we were making plans for some other race this summer. What in the holy hell is the matter with me??
Alas this post is an ode to HDN not MCB.
Today HDN starts a 1 month yoga class with an end goal to be a guru of fitness/wellness. I think she is well on her way, she eats some weird stuff that has nothing to do with fritos or ice cream. But anyway, to honor her dedication and going after what she wants, I’m making a big solidarity commitment. Oh no worries, its not yoga related, good god gertie, downward dog means I bend down to pet the dog. No, this is food based.
For the 30 days while she is at school, I will maintain an NWA policy.
Not No Whites Allowed like white people, they’re fine, no NWA, no white flour and white sugar.
And not crazy, not dissecting every label, but not eating a cookie or ice cream or my precious chips and pretending the demon white is not in there, lurking, waiting to sludge me into submission.
This one’s for you little girl and I’ll be cursing you daily, but I’ll also be inspired by your gumption.
Rock steady…or in the yoga parlance…namaste..
Hope to see you along the way.