Grilled Artichokes . . .More please

Wow, has this week really gotten away from me.  Our house has really been more like a hostel for visiting family which has been both wonderful and demanding at the same time.  I've somehow managed not to completely lose track of my training (mostly as a result of said family being supportive and understanding) but I've slipped somewhat when it comes to nutrition, hydration, etc.

Examples of slippage include trying to knock out a 19 mile run at race pace on Sunday after crushing a bottle of wine and a few beers with my Dad the night prior.  I'm not exactly sure what I was thinking.  The upshot, if there was one, was that I discovered that I can feel like absolute crap and still manage a sub 9 min/mile pace.  I wanted to poop and puke the entire time, so perhaps it was more like "ultra" training than marathon . . . In any case, it sucked, and that leads me to my first public statement of nutrition.  I am boarding the booze wagon today.  Nothing more than 1 light beer, regardless of circumstance or training, at least until the marathon at the end of the month.  I have a wedding to attend on Saturday, so we'll see how well this commitment holds up under pressure.

The second public statement of nutrition involves the desire to make more of THESE:

Grilled Artichokes.  Wow.  Just Wow.  We figured since we live in the land of artichokes here in California we might try our hand at these; we were richly rewarded.

Boil for ten minutes, slice in half, remove the choke and baste with olive oil, lemon juice and garlic mixture.  Grill for about ten minutes to put a nice even char on them . . .and done.  These things were absolutely out of this world and easily the best way that I've ever had artichokes.  Combine this with the discovery of the Mexican Supermarket down the road that sells pre-marinated chicken for 1.29 a pound and you have yourself an amazing meal on the cheap.

Unrelated, but perhaps more important, was my daughter's desire to pick up a pair of pink Adizero running shoes.  I thought she might be more concerned with fashion than function, but after her research indicated that  people were complaining about the amount of cushioning which led her to believe that they were great minimal running shoes!  Ah the pride of fatherhood . . .

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