Today was supposed to be six miles, and I was just hoping it would be better than last week's six miler, where I felt kinda done around mile three. I'm happy to report that today was much different. I met Mica at her place, and we started out on a route that I'd never taken before. It was great! There was new scenery, a "hill" or two, and a couple of professor's homes. According to Garmin, the last three miles were under a 10 minute pace! Check out these splits:
Mile 1 - 10:35
Mile 2 - 10:20
Mile 3 - 9:52
Mile 4 - 9:54
Mile 5 - 9:58
Mile 6 - 9:48
Not to shabby! I felt pretty darn good after I returned home and wasted no time in refueling. As I was out of chocolate milk and didn't want to delve into the Gatorade recovery drink stuff yet, I decided that some oatmeal would do the trick! If you ever want to feel like a millionaire, you should make your oatmeal with milk instead of water. At least, that's what I've been told. Trouble is, you have to microwave the stuff. Per usual, I mis-measured the amount of milk (I thought 1/2 cup would be close enough to 2/3 cup of milk). The direction said to microwave the milk and oatmeal for one to two minutes. I microwaved for one minute and the oatmeal hadn't sufficiently cooked yet, so I put it in for another minute and then walked away to stretch. When I returned to the microwave, this is what greeted me:
There was oatmeal EVERYWHERE. When I looked in the little window, it was like a mushroom cloud of oatmeal had appeared.
The aftermath
This is what happens when you get cocky about your "cooking". I need to remain humble in all things. Especially in and around stoves, microwaves, and mixing bowls.
salvaged my second breakfast...thank you, Craisins
I probably should have called it quits at that point, but no, kickboxing was calling my name. There's a kickboxing class on campus that runs on Saturdays at noon. I think I can still do it at this point. When my Saturday runs and/or Sunday runs get a bit longer, I might decide not to participate, but for the moment, I totally am kicking some boxes. French Department Dan was teaching this class (you may recall me mentioning him from Monday night's class o' pain) instead of the usual instructor. Of course, he amped it up a bit. Now my butt is a bit sore. Here's hoping I won't regret this during tomorrow's 8 miler....
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I had way too many oatmeal explosions in the microwave and finally switched to doing it old school on the stove. Sometimes, that even boils over and leaves me with a mess. Gross.
Now, I am going to bed. The end!
This has happened to be a fair few times. I now stare at the oatmeal while it's being microwaved with my finger on the stop button to prevent detonation. Why I don't just make it on the stove is beyond me.
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