Shoot y'all, I hope so.
Training for September's half-marathon during the summer is not as basic as I thought it'd be.
For one, it's hot as balls out there.
For two, it's humid as balls out there.
For three, I prefer to run out there.
And so you see part of the problem.
Additionally, I am an underperforming self-hydrater during the best of times, and downing large amounts of protein isn't my go-to meal. When I was pregnant with Jack, my doctor repeatedly said to me, "You must eat more protein." So I found the love for a white bean chicken chili and proceeded to eat family-sized portions as often as I could.
I eat a great, well-balanced, healthy diet, but yesterday, a friend said, "Remember, you also need protein." Same song, second verse déjà vu, and I soon found myself at the market buying steaks. They hit the spot and made for a good excuse to pop the cork on a beautiful Grgich Zinfandel we've been tending.
I also roasted some purple potatoes and made Heidi Swanson's Pan-Fried Giant White Beans with Kale, a recipe I'd had saved in my "To Try" pile forever. Fortunately, I'd put some dried butter beans on to soak the night before and so was ready.
Do y'all eat butter beans? They are a huge lima and have a pale, creamy hue. I grew up eating them on a regular basis and love their velvety texture and bigness. I bring bags of dried butter beans back from Lake Charles. Though I'm certain I could find them here, it makes me happy to eat Camellia brand beans because they're a Louisiana company.
Get some. Take a big handful and let them run through your fingers. They are like the smoothest pebbles at the beach, sanded away to baby's-butt-soft over the years. I love it!
I feel good today and am drinking water like it's my job. Stubborn is as stubborn does, but I'm trying.