Training for my second my second marathon, I find that I think about food a lot lately. While I do a long run, I think about what I’d like to eat. Late at night, I think about what I shouldn’t eat. I’ve started to crave cheese. Not cheep oily cheese, either. Rich, creamy blue cheese. I only eat about a tablespoon full every other day, but it hits the spot.
Today, a speaker talked to the class I teach about nutrition. Think I eat fairly well. She had all of us write down everything we ate yesterday. I discovered that I eat about six little meals a day. Granted, one is only an apple, and another is half of a turkey sandwich on whole wheat, but it still looked like a lot.
I’ve been working up a little something for Poetry Thursday. The suggestion this week is unfinished conversations. When I was a kid, I’d sit on the bus and think about things I wished I’d said, and then next thing you knew, I’d be moving my hands, face, and mouth as if I were having these conversations. People noticed. You can fill in the blanks from there.
Actually, I don’t think anyone really noticed.