Liza Howard. Ultrarunning Mom.

Ultrarunning Mom

Unraveling and nut butters

I made Asa’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the car this morning.  I was parked in the parking lot of his little school with bread on my lap, a plastic knife in one hand and a jar of almond butter in the other.  I got an actual eyebrow raise from the lady who pulled up in the spot next to me.  I called my mom shortly afterwards to let her know she shouldn’t expect much in the way of a tidy house when she and my dad arrived on Sunday.  This week has officially unraveled.  Once you run out of nut butter, it’s pretty much over really.

After the emergency almond butter trip, a quick goodbye to the boy for a few hours, the “expect dust” mom call, I came home to write this post and regroup for a minute before a three-hour run.  For the record, my mother said she and my father were coming to see me and the boys and not to evaluate my homemaking skills.  She also reminded me that she just had cataract surgery and she still can’t see well up close. So I’ve got that going for me.  Siiiiiiiigh.    (Eating a large spoonful of almond butter now.)

What I am looking forward to is sleeping in a tent tonight with Eliot and Asa out at Bandera.  (Uh no, the camping gear etc. is not packed yet.)  Only puffy jackets and star dust — and happy runner-folk.

This weekend,

May the road rise up to meet you.

May the wind always be at your back.

And may your pantries be well-stocked with nut butters.

PS. Check out Andy Jones-Wilkins post on iRunFar today if you haven’t already — and the comments.  (That “extra body fat” line of reasoning always makes me snort — and want to suck in my stomach.)

6 thoughts on “Unraveling and nut butters

  1. Tim Smith says:

    But, please don’t let the road rise to meet my face, on a rocky downhill!

  2. Olgav100 says:

    I don’t know what stomach you are sucking in, sista! But check out the comment of women having more time to train because they sit home while their husbands are bread-winners…what about a dozen of elite male who never held jobs (in full description), have no kids, no families (unless it’s a super-supportive girlfriend) and a crap-load of ladies who run their heads off with all of the above? Really? Can this post get any more chauvinistic?

  3. Rosie says:

    Just snort and use it for the Javalina 100. Baby got back is a good thing.

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