oh hello there, crazy

I convinced the hubs to run four miles with me Tuesday. He hasn't been the same ever since - hobbling up stairs and moaning on the couch. In all fairness to him, it was probably not wise to take him on such a long, hilly route on a first run (in awhile).

I neglected to hydrate because I am too lazy to get up from my desk and fill my cup. So I couldn't run until 6 p.m. last night. When I left the house it was a heat index of 100. Bad choice.

Not only was I dying from the sun, which I swear was beating its rays into my soul, but the crazies were out in full force. One man, who probably still has one foot in the jail yard, stopped to watch me cross an intersection and then covered his mouth to make an odd hissing noise. Not the you're-super-adorable-and- have-toned-legs hiss but the if-there-weren't-so-many-people-around-i-would-cut-you-up-in-pieces-and-eat-you hiss. Or maybe I just watch too much Dexter.

I saw four very large stomachs baring their skin to the world and got called "sweetie" twice. I ran past a group of folks with dreads, baggy pants and LOUD rap music who looked me up and down, then past a group of cigar-smoking gay men, who did not. All in three miles. My neighborhood is a much friendlier place at 6 a.m.

It was the hardest run I think I've had yet even though it was short, and I came home panting and soaked.

Thirty-eight ounces of SmartWater later, I made this zucchini and ricotta galette for dinner. It was super delicious even though mine never look as pretty as they look on other websites.

{Ignore the burned parchment paper}

Ten more miles to go this week and two more new recipes planned. Summertime can be so motivating. And crazy.