I arrived home from work last night and was greeted by a little present. It was a gift that I had left for myself, and, since leaving it in the morning, I had completely forgotten about it. The present was… a mess.
That morning, I was making a mad dash to get out the door. With my work bag in one hand and my gym bag in the other, I decided at the last minute to grab a box of raisins from the cupboard as part of my breakfast. I opened the cupboard, grabbed a box, and as I removed it, the corner caught a jar of Spike, my favorite non-sodium all-purpose seasoning mix, and brought it crashing to the counter. Crap.
“No time to clean it,” I told myself. “I’ll do it tonight.” Believe me, it was the last thing I wanted to do when I came home from a long week from work, but cleaning it up wasn’t a big deal – even though that glass travelled far. Now I’m out of Spike. I’ll add it to the grocery list.
That wasn’t the only unplanned food-related incident of the day. The pile of shattered glass must’ve knocked me off my game, because I also forgot to grab my lunch, which I had packed the night before, to bring to work. And I didn’t realize it until about 1pm, when I returned to my desk, starving, after being away from it for a while.
This was the first time since I started this job, over a month ago, that I’ve forgotten to bring my lunch. I’m sure it’ll happen again – I’m human, after all – and now I have a Plan B.
There’s a Subway less than a half mile from my office. That didn’t surprise me so much, just because there’s not many places in all of Los Angeles where there isn’t a Subway within a half mile, but I decided I would run there and back. And I don’t mean ‘run’ in a colloquial sense. I ran there. And ran back. I stopped at crosswalks (something I don’t do when I’m running for exercise; in those instances, I run in place), but for most of the rest of it, I ran.
At Subway, I picked up a foot-long Black Forest ham on wheat, with all the veggies and a little fat-free honey mustard. No cheese.
I don’t remember the calorie count exactly (and I’m too lazy to look it up online), but it was under 600 calories, according to store signage. Now the $5 footlong jingle is stuck in my head: “Five… five dollar… five dollar footloooong!”
After work, it was off to the gym, where I warmed up with some inclined walking on the treadmill for 6 minutes (speed: 4.0, incline: increasing every minute to 15.0). Then, 43 minutes of weightlifting – chest presses, hack squats, rows, leg extensions, flys, shoulder presses, shrugs, and something I’m forgetting. All that, plus the midday run to Subway and back, adds up to a nice workout.
Plus, that lunch I had forgotten (salad with veggies and tuna; 1/2 a pita bread; strawberries and blueberries with plain Greek yogurt) made for a fine dinner.
Keep it up, David!