Tired and cakeless

I know this makes me sound pathetic, but I just can't get used to waking up early for my new job. You wouldn't think that getting up a measly hour and a half earlier would make that big of a difference, but to my body? It feels like life or death. I had to be at work by 8:00 a.m. for 90% of my professional working life, so I don't understand why it feels like torture.

I had a great weekend doing lots of fun activities like enjoying a night on the town with my mom and celebrating Dan's birthday with a bon fire and s'mores. But I didn't snap pictures of any of those events, so you'll just have to take my word for it.

My half marathon training plan had me scheduled to run only 6 miles this weekend so I thought it would be fun to run a 10k since I've never raced at that particular distance. I signed up for a trail race in a nearby state park on Sunday and thought it would be great because hey, it was only 6 miles!

I don't know what I was thinking, honestly. Running a 10k was a perfectly fine idea, but running a TRAIL 10k was stupid. 6 trail miles are vastly different than 6 road miles, and I clearly didn't take that into account when I forked over my money to do it. I was subjected to 6.2 miles of long uphills, steep downgrades, uneven terrain, rocks, roots, and holes in the ground. I was exhausted after just the first 3 miles. As I told Clayton afterwards (in between bouts of hyperventilating and crying), "That was so hard."

I've done trail races before, but never one that was more than 5 miles and never one with THAT many changes in elevation and risks for breaking your ankles. You all remember the Hill of Death on the Vines, Pines and Inclines course? While this race didn't have that big of a beast to hike up, it had about 15 mini Hills of Death that I had to run TWICE because the course doubled back.

I definitely didn't enter this race trying to place or win any medals, so at least I went into it knowing it was going to be a nice, relaxed long run. But then the hills happened and my new goal was just to get through it without dying and making a spectacle of myself (at a few points during the race I was totally alone in the woods and my mind began to wander and I started thinking about what would happen if I fell down and broke my leg. Would an animal eat my face?). I finished, but it was not pretty and it did not come easily.

And the velcro on my iPod's arm band ripped a hole in my shirt, so there's that.

I struggled with last weekend's 10 miles and then this disastrous race just sent my emotions and half marathon worry into overdrive. Clayton did his best to cheer me up and try to put it all in perspective (using logic, of course), but until you're experiencing this kind of frustration firsthand, it's hard to understand where I'm coming from. I'm stuck in my own head.

I decided to eat my feelings later that night, but my entire body hurt and I didn't want to put in much effort. I saw a short recipe video on Facebook for a Slow Cooker Chocolate Lava Cake and it looked so easy, we gave it a try.

According to the recipe, all you have to do is prepare a box of chocolate cake mix and add it to your slow cooker with a box of chocolate pudding and semi sweet chocolate chips. Then you're supposed to walk away and let your CrockPot work its magic for 2.5 hours.

Well, that video is full of lies because the recipe did not work at all.

The cake burnt so bad, it was inedible. The chocolate pudding, though prepared, was soupy and floated on the top of the hardened, black cake. It didn't smell good. It looked like a diaper explosion. It was a major failure.

So I went to bed sore and cakeless. It was a dark time for me.

But I believe strongly in the potential of this recipe and am going to try to make it again, this time maybe putting down a liner and cooking it on low instead of high. I'm starting to learn that not all slow cooker settings are created equal and maybe my CrockPot is conspiring against me just finicky.

But Sunday wasn't all bad. I reheated the previous day's white chicken chili, our fall favorite. I'm telling ya, Clayton asks me to make this at least once a month when the weather starts to change. And with good reasonit's amazing.

Happy Monday!


  1. Just got a chance to finish reading this. Jim saw the same cake recipe and wanted to try it, but I'll have to tell him about your experience! Let me know if changing the heat setting works any better.


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