Purple Sweet Potato Latkes and Other Random Musings

First off, a disclaimer. I have had both a glass of sweet vermouth and a glass of sherry which has given me exactly the correct amount of drive to write some random things.

I managed to pull off a 12 mile run today...albeit about 30 seconds slower per mile than my usual long run, but some days you just have to be thankful you made it out there at all. The paved trail I run has an entry a mile away from my apartment, so I run 6 miles out, turn around and run 6 miles back. Which means when I get off the trail and back onto the street I have one mile left to go. This logic failed me at mile 11.1.

It all started when I took a little turn off to find a bathroom. I calculated I had ran an extra .1 to .2 miles in order to do so and had to take that into account. So I ran out 6.1 and figured that would do it. Somehow, just after mile 10 I started to do the math again, because what else can you do with all that free time on your hands? I figured I would hit mile 11 as I hit the street, and have one more mile to go, making it 12. So far so good.

Just before I hit the street I looked at my GPS. 11.1. What? Man, I don't know what I did back there but I screwed up. I'll just stay on the trail for an extra half mile, run a half mile back to the street and then have the final mile home....making it 12 miles. 11 plus 1 plus that last 1 equals 12. Bummer. Ok, no big deal.

So I kept running. I looked at my GPS...11.2. Ok, so if I run .4 miles, that makes it 11.6, and then .4 back, making it 12...then one more mile...wait. Wait a minute. I'm running 12 today. That makes....13, what? Geezo.

I turned around and headed home. Some days you just keep running simply because you are not home yet. That's how my whole run felt today. Until my watch beeped at 12. I just stopped running. I wasn't home. At least a half mile away, but I didn't care. I just didn't want to run anymore. Just one of those days.

I managed to put up my blackout curtains in my bedroom finally. I'm excited to see how that goes.

I also made purple sweet potato latkes for dinner.

The sweet vermouth and purple sweet potatoes:

 Making it into a batter with green onions, cilantro, egg, whole wheat flour, salt (not enough), pepper, garlic and cayenne.

Fried it in some coconut oil.

Yep, there they are.

Ran out of vermouth, so onto sherry. Topped the purple latkes with ash covered goat cheese. Not eating enough ash these days, so I have to buy my cheese coated with it. I don't know.

After I finished eating and checking the surf reports (swell coming in!!!) I was craving Moose Tracks ice cream. I supposed I could walk to 7-Eleven just two blocks away, but I'd have to get dressed first. I turned to hot chocolate instead. Not a valid replacement but I suppose it will have to do.

So about this swell.....overhead to double overhead!! What? What's funny is that it seems "overhead" is quantified by over 5 feet. Haha....anyway. Maybe that's only funny to me.

Really wish I had that Moose Tracks.

Oh yeah, the swell. Well I did a whole lot better with the smaller waves on Friday than I did with the slightly larger ones on Wednesday. Seems my ideal surf size at the moment is "ankle to knee high". How sad is that? Maybe I just had to brush off some of the rust. Maybe overhead will be nice.

It's been awhile. Overhead is going to feel absolutely HUGE to me.

Hum. Mooooose Traaacks...... Nope. Not getting dressed just to stagger out into the dark streets to 7-Eleven just to get ice cream that I don't need. Could you see me getting gunned down, and you all would be saying at my funeral..."all she wanted was some Moose Tracks..."

Too morbid? Ok, signing off.