Gazpacho de Fresas e Hinojo
When you decide to run a marathon, it’s easy to focus on the 26.2 miles of race day and forget about the 12, 13, 14, 15+ miles you’ll run as you train – a weekly rehearsal for a play that gets longer and longer. On top of that, there are cross-training sessions, recovery runs, and now hill repeats. Not only do I have no one to blame, I spent the better part of last year qualifying for the privilege. When asked why I like to run, I usually tell people that it gives me time to think. Carving out a path in the miles stretching out before me, my mind clears. Unfortunately, it clears it up a little too well so that by the time I get home exhausted, I have the internal monologue of a cave woman – hot, cold, tired, hungry, water, food. Before my scheduled de-evolution this week, I decided to make a batch of gazpacho. Read more