Apparently some of us were made to Have A Cow. With my workouts getting more consistent, my coach advised me to get my ferritin levels checked once a month just to be aware of where I am. I mean wouldn’t it be nice to not fall in the hole again? YES it would. Holes- they suck. My ferritin came back much lower than I had anticipated again! Say WHAT?
I had put chicken back in my diet. I chomp beets and almonds and spinach and slurp liquid vitamins that taste like you’re deep throating a lead pipe. I swallow B12! I also swallow coffee. Why must the things I love be on the No-No list!? Who makes these rules? Why can’t I keep my ferritin up? Deep thoughts.
Deep thoughts run free when you are looping on grass. Grass, grass, grass, grass, watch that hole, grass, grass, grass. It never gets greener. Yes, I am running on the grass thinking about cows and coffee. Some people must just need to consume cattle. Some people are just permanently Texan. Look, I tried to be all SoCal with my Braggs glazed Tofu and my sweet beets, but lentils and quinoa don’t get the F up. That F is for Ferritin. Grill a portabella and smack in in a bun, but that isn’t a burger. Beef!
I head to Costco and pick some up. I feel vampire like while I sort the flesh into zip loc baggies for freezer storage. I cook some up and toss it over my spinach salad with almonds and chew into the and chew and chew and chew and chew into the very chewy flesh. Gawd- I might as well be a Donner. I am getting sick of playing with my diet. Candy corn washed with diet coke was a perfectly happy way to live! I lie. But no- No I don’t want to slurp beet juice and swallow steak. I just want to run well. Ah-ha.
Now back to coffee. I take my liquid iron twice a day- for best absorption, one should avoid dairy, coffee, and tea AND one should include orange juice and vitamin C. That means that when I do my morning shot of liquid lead while chomping a vitamin C, I win. But since I follow that up with a nice hot cup of coffee, I lose. Coffee can’t go near the vitamins. We will need a restraining order. Grumble.
I swallow my iron this morning and avoid anything hot to drink. No, I did not have an ice coffee. Smart ass. Ice coffee for breakfast is barbaric. My head (could be psychological heads often are) started to hurt immediately. I reached for an Advil. Uh- no! Can’t have that either. A runner without Advil and coffee? What kind of world to we live in?
I go for my run in the grass and I teach my class in the grass and THEN I take my ass to my favorite filling station. Before I can even order, the man shoves my usual across the counter. Where everybody knows your name…. I feel so Norm. I pay and walk my steamed dairy over to the coffees all lined up in their black canisters with telling labels indicating which kind of pleasure they are: Kona, Cafe Vena, Mexican Organic, Cinnamon Bun, Macadamia Nut Vanilla, Hazelnut, Columbia Dark Roast…..and of course the black sheep every family has one Decaf House. I love coffee, but I do not love all coffee. I very much dislike quite close to hate any kind of NUT VANILLA coffee. GAG!
I tip my steamed milk under the Cinnamon Bun spout. OR what I thought was the CB spout. I place the lid on top and walk swiftly out of the shop toward my van with my warm glee heating up my hand. I have beat the system! I will get my F up and I will keep my cup. Muwhahaha! I take a deep satisfying sip…..
Of Macadamia Nut Vanilla!
I now feel the need to Have A Cow. Moo.