in my Maidenform bra.
Raise your hand if you're old enough to remember those ads. Heh.
Seriously, last night I dreamt about making spinach lasagna in great detail. Whole-wheat noodles, fresh spinach [can you even make spinach lasagna with fresh spinach? All the recipes I have call for frozen-thawed-drained.], part-skim ricotta, long strips of fresh carrots, etc. The recipe was supposed to fit in a long rectangular casserole dish but I cut everything in half to make it work in an 8x8 square, since I was the only one I was cooking for. [For whom I was cooking. Whatever.] Where was Mr. Shrinking Knitter during this dream? Maybe he was still on his Vegas vacation.
I did four miles at an 11-minute pace Monday and four miles at a 12-minute pace yesterday. Today is one of those tempo runs: one mile warm-up, five miles running at 12:22 and one mile cooldown. Theoretically I can do this.
I'm having some sympathetic knee pain – not nearly as traumatic as Lori's, but yesterday my right knee hurt all day and evening. It was painful to walk, my knee is hot to the touch and it feels like a bruise when I press on it. I've been slathering on the Aspercreme, taking Aleve and wearing my patella strap. It's better this morning, but I'm not so sure it's a good idea to run hard today. It feels much better this morning, although still warm and still a bit of a bruisey feeling. Film at eleven!
Speaking of running, do go read about Lainey's Excellent Half-Marathon Adventure if you haven't already. I'm so proud of her!
Speaking of film – well, not really, since the camera is digital – I tried taking photos of the gorgeous full moon last night. My dogs were beside themselves, wondering why I was sitting on the patio when it was dark outside. They plastered themselves to the patio door and didn't move until I gave up. There's this thing called camera shake, you see. Which is why you're not going to see any of my attempts.
Oh, okay. Here are two. The first one clearly illustrates the concept of camera shake. This was using the "Sports" setting and auto focus:
And this was using manual focus, wedging myself into a chair and not breathing the whole time the camera was working its magic. [I was too lazy to drag the tripod out. So lame!]:
Okay. Off to find a spinach lasagna recipe using fresh spinach, before the bag in my crisper turns to green slime. Like the last one did.
Twenty-four days until race day.