negating a workout

So when training for a triathlon you need to do a lot of work to be prepared for the actual triathlon. It's three sports all in one events - that's difficult. Well, tonight we went for our group swim class and boy was it a workout! It is a great head to toe workout that exhausts you and makes you feel good.

Well, I was proud of how hard I pushed myself and on my way home from the pool I was planning to have a big glass of lemon water and a banana when I arrived home. On the way home I got a text from my friend Ryan. It's fun getting text messages. Apparently there was something waiting for me when I got home. I love surprises!! Shawn got home before me, as he was also at the gym, and what was waiting for me?!? A CAKE!!! A chocolate and vanilla cake with green peanut butter icing and Reese's Pieces on top! SHUT UP! Ryan's girl makes the best cakes ever!!!!

Why did I get a cake? No real reason. Ryan and I were playing ball last week and here was our conversation:

Me: Jenn should make us a cake.

Ryan: Why?

Me: Because she makes a good cake!

Ryan: But is it for something? Is there a reason or something to celebrate?

Me: I don't know... Canada Day?

Ryan: That's too far away!

Me: Tuesday?

Ryan: Tuesday?

Me: Yeah, I like Tuesdays.

Ryan: What colour should it be?

Me: Green... it's my favourite.

So there you have, that's how I got a cake.

Well, when I got home I had a drink of water, no lemon, a piece of cake and some milk. Therefore I negated the great workout I had at the pool. Thanks a lot Ryan!

baking... no bleeding

So tonight I decided to bake some cookies and some banana bread. That wasn't a big problem. I even made a roast in the slow cooker for supper - again, not a problem. What was the problem? Cutting some lemons for our iced tea. Yup, I almost lost a finger tip, which would be good if I was a spy and didn't want people to know my finger print and I'd have to find someway to get rid of my finger prints but I wouldn't recommend cutting them off because it hurts really bad, so would burning them with acid or trying to scar them. Honestly... just wear gloves if you're a spy, it's the safest way to go, actually it's probably safer if you weren't a spy and you worked in an office or perhaps a grocery store. I like grocery stores. Safeway buns and cupcakes are my most favourite. And I like the sushi at Sobey's, but I still tend to call it IGA. Remember when the IGA in the south end was on strike for like two years, through the winter when it was like -40C outside? I don't know why I had to use the word outside, it wouldn't be -40C inside, unless you lived in a freezer and I don't know why you'd do that.

Anyhow, I'm not good with seeing my own blood. It honestly makes me want to puke and pass out. Seriously, I wish I was joking, but I'm not. I didn't cut a my wrist and blood wasn't gushing out all over, it was just the side of my finger but the blood was coming out pretty fast... faster than if it was a paper cut but not as fast as if it were an artery. So I ran to the washroom to run it under cold water. Why did I run to the washroom I was in the kitchen right beside the kitchen sink. For some reason I always feel that bloody emergencies call for the need to be in the washroom and not the kitchen. I didn't want to taint any of the food I had prepared so far. So Shawn, my loving husband, came in to see how I was because I typically don't yell 'ouch' and run to the washroom when I cook. I know it's surprising because I that sounds like how I should cook. Anyhow, he got me a cloth to wrap around my finger. I wasn't going to use toilet paper, that will stick to my wound and it could get infected. I could get gangrene on my finger or I could suffer from septic shock. Like I said earlier, I'm not good with seeing my own blood. I almost passed out on the way into my bedroom to lay down. I needed to lay down! I was sweating profusly and totally wanted to puke. But I didn't. I was proud of myself. So I ate one of those delicious cookies I made.

Oh and no blood made it into any of my cooking, baking or drinking!