Behind the scenes of Athlete Food, there's a constant stream of emails that go back and forth between Laurel, Melissa and me. There's the almost daily, "what's for dinner?", the frequent "any new snack ideas?" and, of course, the "what do I do with all this ___? (insert overabundance of a certain CSA veggie)"

Race This Weekend

 Earlier this week, I made a last minute decision to race the St. Anthony's Triathlon. This race wasn't originally on my schedule because I didn't think I would be recovered enough to race so soon after the Florida 70.3 (just two weeks ago). But after a solid weekend of training last week, I decided to drop the idea to my coach Tim. He said, ok, you can race, as long as you are ok with getting "all of your long stuff in" this week. This meant not taking an unplanned easy week in the middle of my build up to the longer races I have coming up this season. It also meant doing one of my longest training days ever on Tuesday

The thing about Athlete Food is that we're not all healthy, all the time. We eat plenty of kale salads and quinoa, but also have room in our lives for indulgences like cookies and milkshakes. Let's be real, who in their right mind would turn down a big slice of greasy pizza after riding a bike 85 miles? Splurges aren't a daily occurrence for us, but cake at a birthday party? A chocolate croissant from Amy's bread after a long run? Count us in! 

If prize money were given out for best leg FinisherPix, I may have won some.

I want to thank everyone along the course – spectators and other athletes – for your support on the run course of last weekend’s Florida 70.3. Although I only finished in 7th place, your encouragement not only helped me finish the race, but it led me to experience something that will be very valuable as I continue to figure out this long distance racing thing. 

I had such a good experience racing the Olympic Distance (5150) race in New Orleans that I decided to book a flight back two weeks later for the 70.3 race.  It wasn't on my schedule, but I knew I was ready to race a longer distance and I was offered a free hotel (thank you Oschner!) which would allow me to stay an extra few nights to see the city.  New Orleans is a fascinating place and with our great friend and native New Orleanian Rod being in town to show me the city, I knew I would have to go back!  

 

Growing up, our dad would always keep a canister of macaroons in the pantry at our house on Mastenbrook Place. Laurel would dig into them after school or after swim practice. But the sticky sweetness of these cookies was never my thing. I preferred for Fudge Stripes or Deluxe Grahams (which we also always had in stock).