Good morning, kittens!
So, let’s talk about avoidance techniques, shall we? Because yesterday, in an effort to get around the matter of the weather, the starting corral and all of that, I really did go all-out.
When I got home from my bridal shower and had conducted the latest round of purging, packing and re-organizing, I butchered a turkery.
Back Story: Every year for Christmas, Marcus’ employer (they’re old school like that) gives each employee a turkey.
It’s pretty cool, really. Except for the part where there’s never really a “right” time for two people to roast a 15 pound turkey.
So I did a bit of Googling and found out that according to the USDA, if you defrost your frozen bird in the refrigerator (versus in water or on the counter), you’re safe to re-freeze portions of it.
I went to town. In the most tried and true tradition of Faux Fuchsia, Vegetarians look away!
Our end product? Breasts, legs, de-boned thighs and wings. Had I been feeling more Industrious, I would have boiled the carcass for stock. But I just wasn’t there yesterday.
Post at-home butchering sesh, we needed to Seek Out Dinner.
Cautious Kat? Wanted pizza or something extremely bland that would be a pre-race fail safe.
Adventuresome, self-sabotaging Kat? Needed to get out of the house, adventure, and embrace her risky business-side.
So we ended up checking one off of our long-overdue To Do list and drove in to Minneapolis to try African food at the Blue Nile.
The verdict? OMG delicious. We did some major sampling and tried 13 (13!) new dishes and one of the beers from Harriet Brewing.
Retrospectively, I probably should have told Marcus before we walked into the restaurant that you eat Ethiopian food with your hands, but you can’t win them all…right?
And the end result?
As per the sweet pace chart that I just inked on my arm (I hate doing the splits in my head…I’m SO not a math-y person!), I’m planning on going for a run.
See y’all at the finish line!
What do you do to deal with pre-race jitters?
Have you ever tried African food before?