Jim got me a treat at World Market recently – a dark chocolate bar flavored with wasabi and ginger. And, as it turned out, habanero pepper.
Now, I’m a big fan of dark chocolate. Well, chocolate in general. And I really like wasabi and ginger. Sounded good on paper.
I cracked it open and had a piece. The flavor was mostly chocolate with some ginger – and the wasabi didn’t kick in until it was nearly gone. Good, I thought, but not the best thing to ever happen to chocolate.
Jim doesn’t like wasabi or ginger, but asked for a piece anyway.
He tried a tiny bite and…
I thought he was going to die.
He had a terrible look on his face and was so disgusted that he was sputtering. He ran to the fridge to get something to drink – loudly declaring that it was the worst thing he’d ever tasted.
It took him about 10 minutes to get settled down again – meanwhile, I calmly ate the rest of the bar.
Because I’m a bad ass.
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Yesterday, I fired up google maps and plotted a running route near my house and the park for 1.5 miles. I ran cross-county in middle school – and was terrible at it – but figured my swimming would bolster my lack of recent running experience.
After work, I went home and changed into running gear and put on my headphones.
And went for a run.
The route was simple – just a big loop – and the terrain wasn’t challenging. As I was going along, I made a mental note to figure out…
“WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!?!?! IT’S ALMOST 100 DEGREES OUT WITH 99% HUMIDITY! I COULD DIE OUT HERE! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?”
I walked a few times, but not as many as I expected. And I was tired when I got home, but not destroyed. After a cool shower, I was ready to go on with the rest of my day.
16 minutes and 20 seconds was my time for 1.5 miles. Not great, I guess, but not terrible. And not bad for just getting started.
I’ll swim today at lunch and maybe run again tomorrow.
Because I’m a bad ass.
Honestly, why do I have to keep telling people that? Shouldn’t it be obvious by now?
[insert overly dramatic sigh here]