Oh hi there (say that in your most minnesotan accent ya). Tonight’s post is brought to you from my front stoop. Call me stoop girl. Not stoopid girl becuase that’s mean and I don’t like mean people. But yes, it’s 65 degrees out in MN and Ruthie and I are soaking up as much fall as we possibly can.
Continuing on the trail of fall, I FRIGGING LOVE FALL. A. October is the best month (for many reasons other than my birthday month).
B. APPLES. I usually eat an apple a day but they are so much better when you get to pick them yourself from the actual orchard. That is exactly what I did with my parents last weekend. The apples this year rock. They’re big, flavorful, and beautiful. Of course, when you pick the apples, you must bake with the apples. After cleaning and peeling about 12 apples (my wrist felt like it was broke mind you), I whipped up a delicious batch of homemade apple sauce. I also tried my hand at my mom’s famous apple crisp recipe. Hesitant to even try because her’s is literally the best thing on the planet, I gave it a whirl. And you know what? It turned out. I was pretty shocked but also excited and may have already consumed over half the 9×13 pan. Balance, right?
C. CROCKPOTS. Hello buffalo chicken chili, pot roast, soup, tummy warming goodness. I also found a recipe for crockpot banana bread I’m curious about…if there’s time in the next week, I’ll give it a try. PS, when the recipe calls for 1/2 cup Frank’s Red hot, you should probably listen…my mouth is on fire RN.
D. HIKING. If you have read my blog before, you probably know I’m mighty obsessed with the beauty that Mother Nature has given us. It’s really insane how beautiful the good ole Midwest can be. Last weekend I visited 2 of the most lovely state parks in the area. One day consisted of a grand 6 mile run, the other of a lovely 5 mile hike with my parents and pup. I normally wake up in the 5’s on the weekend so I can get going by the time the sun starts to rise. It’s my favorite part of the day. Usually I am the only one out…on a rare occasion I’ll run into another human hiker friend. Fall doesn’t last long, get out and enjoy the beauty.
Lastly, non-running workouts. Now that I’m not training for 26.2 miles (still so over road running after the Erie Marathon), I’ve been trying to do some fun workouts to keep things exciting. Here’s a little doozy I did yesterday. The 10 minutes made my lungs burn, the squats made my legs burn. Funsies.
I also got on the stairmaster today for 18 minutes and forgot how fun that little bugger is. I tried to do front steps, side steps, and skip steps (skip every other step) to keep things adventurous.
Now, for the title of this post. Since the temperatures are getting cooler, I am no longer craving margaritas and Bud Light Limes. I’m craving mother-freaking wine. Red Red wine bitches. It just feels right in the fall. As the sun goes down, sip some wine. During “This Is Us”, sip some wine. You get it. It’s wine time.
My thing is, if you want something, have it. I used to be super freaky about anything I put in my mouth. If it had sugar, no-go. If it had more than 3 grams of fat, no-go. Like tonight-I had some paleo chili thing but tossed some cheese curds in it for added flavor. Years ago I would have never done that.
Sometimes these thoughts creep back up but I’ve gotten pretty good at telling them to go eff themselves. Balance is key. If you want the wine, drink the wine because YOLO. Do what you want because in the end, who really cares if you get a little bloated from consuming a bottle of wine (jk a couple glasses). No one should. And if they do, tell them to drink some wine too. Because wine makes everything better, and the world a happier place.
Goodbye and Goodnight