If heaven is individually personalized, mine would be an eternity of Sundays.
After 40-50 hour work weeks, Friday + Saturday night adventures, and everything in between, these precious rejuvenating hours are vital for my continued existence. There’s nothing I love more than rising with the sun and sipping a warm dark roast French pressed coffee with the summer morning breeze.
As previously communicated, I also adore these early Sunday hours because I love breakfast. I love taking my time to craft a delicious meal to start the day. And today began divinely with my original Egg White + Avocado Open-Faced Bfast Sandwich.
WHAT YOU NEED:
-2 egg whites
-2 slices whole grain toast
-black pepper -basil
MAKE IT DELICIOUS:
1. Cook your egg whites — to save time when I make this before work, I cook mine in the microwave [greatest dorm trick I still use] but when I have more time I just throw them in a skillet for a few minutes
2.Squeeze lemon juice onto the toast
3.Mash avocado with a fork and spread onto toast — sprinkle liberally with lemon pepper + pepper
4. Add tomato slices + basil
5. Add egg whites + nom
Anyone who has ever lived with me can attest that I begin my day with this meal AT LEAST twice a week. It’s so simple + UNBELIEVABLY delicious. Not to mention it keeps me full for a while which is essential for sustaining long workouts or just maintaining a busy day — GET IN MY BELLY.
Straight up? There are days I hate running.
Days I drag out the getting ready process, feeling unmotivated + just longing for when I’ll be finished. Days I look at my running shoes like a resilient opponent I’m preparing to battle against.
Then there are days I look forward to nothing more than putting shoe to pavement and escaping from the world for an hour. Days I look at my running shoes like a loyal ally, willing to stand by + battle with me.
Days like today.
I made my way to the far west side of the city, anticipating a much needed therapy session between me + my Nikes + miles in a beautiful place. And the results didn’t disappoint.
After a wonderful 5 miles [even clocked my fasted single mile ever @ 8:17] I was finally feeling like myself again. Clear headed + refreshed. Sometimes I find myself so lost in the shuffle of the everyday stresses — like I’m constantly treading water. But nothing quite puts my worries into perspective like taking time to appreciate a view like this.
In that moment along the Hudson, all I could think was, “I will never pay for professional therapy a day in my life.”
And you can hold me to that.
Happy Sunday, kids.
Run far, eat well, drink better.