Actually living at my own apartment is an adjustment – a happy adjustment – but there are some things that are going to take a while to get used to. After having my coffee, lunch and dinner bought by my per diem for the better part of three years it is truly weird (and expensive!) to be pulling out my own debit card to buy lunch every day. The options around L’Enfant aren’t the best, and I can’t get in and out of the building without an escort so I’m stuck eating HUD cafeteria food for the near future. I’m attempting to eat healthy and fortunately for me, macaroni and cheese counts as a vegetable in DC just like it does in Alabama.
It looks better than it tastes. I was excited about the thought of collards for lunch but mine are way better than these. Mine are way better than almost all greens so maybe that isn’t a fair comparison. In order to avoid months of sad, gross lunches I guess I’m going to have to start acting like a normal person who lives at her own house and buy more than my usual 3 items at a time at the grocery store. That's a goal for this weekend -- grocery store shopping.
Being in a cube surrounded by people I don’t really know (yet) also inspires a ridiculous amount of caffeine drinking to keep myself entertained and is messing with my appetite. This might be a good way to lose stress fracture weight, but probably isn’t a great idea to get quality miles in. Then again, the guy in the cube next to me brought me the best homemade cookie (from a baking business he runs on the side) to welcome me to the team…so if he continues to bring me baked goods, it may be a wash.
In actual running related news, my foot seems to be doing alright so I did the 4 miles listed on my Marine Corps Marathon training plan tonight which means I'm officially on track -- finally.
Oh, and I actually went for a run at 6 am this week. Maybe I’m becoming a morning person, but I doubt it.
I'm totally not a morning person, but I grow to love 6am runs during the summer. Well, most of the time :)
ReplyDeleteGlad you have a friendly cube neighbor!
go to the food trucks, like fry king, that park in the plaza. those dirty delis at the bottom of fed buildings do not serve optimal training food.
ReplyDeleteI'm at the mercy of the people who have the authority to let me in the building, so I can only get out when they go. Sort of like prison. I had the Korean truck today and I might be sick. There was an unidentifiable gel like substance on the bulgogi...
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