June 22, 2010
It's true, we joined a CSA this summer. Long story short, we paid a farmer a couple hundred bucks at the end of the winter, and now that it's growing season we head to the farm every Thursday to pick up a big basket of just picked, organic vegetables.
Last week, when I got home and unloaded the bags, here's what it looked like.
Um, yeah--that's a frig load of vegetables, especially for a single week. And that one on the bottom there? You can bet your ass I had to google it to figure out that it was a head of bok choy--same stuff that you pick around in your Chinese takeout. Huh. Who knew?
Yesterday, while I was on my run I counted up my fruit and veggie servings for the day, and believe it or not, I lost track at fifteen. FIFTEEN! When's the last time you ate fifteen servings of vegetables in a day?Probably two nevers ago. Am I right or am I right?
So last night I was out for a run, and the whole thing was moving along just beautifully--a warm night, a setting sun, birds bobbing around on the water. And as for me? Well, I felt fantastic. Even at mile seven, when it suddenly felt like some sicko dropped a ten pound kettlebell into my colon, I felt like a jillion bucks and didn't break my pace.
I made it home with a smile on face and called for my dog. I was like, "Hey Gracie! Let's go for a walk! If you poop on the carpet I'll sell you to the glue factory! Let's go!"
She sauntered over and off we went.
We did exactly what we usually do--walked down the hill, past the lake, over to the trash can, up the other hill, and so on and so forth. I was plugged into a cooking podcast about ham and asparagus, and I was one happy girl.
While I was walking up the second hill, I was totally and completely surprised when a truck came speeding up behind me and laid on the horn.
So surprised, that I pooped in my shorts right there on Sandy Hill Road.
Apparently, if you eat enough vegetables, you literally can get the sh!t scared right out of you. I should know, I'm an expert.