A Bit of Wine Should Do It

I made plans yesterday. I wanted to make up the Tempo Run after the strength class last night. I had the extra set of clothes, and I was fully ready to go. The thing is, I knew that the body didn’t want to, and the body knew that I knew that it didn’t want to. I still hadn’t recovered from that Monday night 9 miler, but I ignored the internal dialogue, and fully intended to execute my plans.

The toughest instructor teaches the class on Wednesday nights. She always adds something extra to the program and took away a couple of the intended breaks in between the sets of bicep curls. Last week, she added an extra five minutes of continuous clean and presses at the end of the class. Last night, there weren’t that many people in her class. The majority of them were new to Power entirely, which was a good thing because it made her go a bit easier on us. Just a bit.

After the session, I just knew that my legs, lungs and heart would not cooperate with me on the treadmill.
Four miles at a minimum of 6.8 MPH? There isn’t enough creotine in the world that can make it happen baby.
So I submitted, and headed home. That was when I noticed that I was hungry. No, hungry does not precisely describe the feeling. It was more like a starvation type of hunger, and my normal salad with a Boca burger and an egg white wasn’t going to cut it. So I called up H to see if he would be interested in eating out, and we decided to hit up something downtown. As it turned out, Harvest Moon was our final destination. The vegetarian chili was excellent, and the Harvest Burger with yam fries was also pretty good. Oh, and I can’t forget to mention the chocolate molten cake. Now that was super tasty.

The food was great, but what really did it for me was the Merlot. I’m not really a wine drinker, and when I do, I normally prefer white wine just for the dry and chilled factor. I find it refreshing at times, but last night, for some odd reason, I was interested in red meat and tepid red wine. Something in the line from Les Miserables was on my mind, “There is wine here to revive you,” and I doubt the Bishop was referring to the white stuff. So I blindly picked the Powers Merlot, and I have to say, I really enjoyed it. Mid way through my glass, it was as though I was drinking some type of liquid berry and floral potpourri, and I liked it … a lot.

Of course, after the meal, we walked home and I was a bit more than tipsy. I went off to dream land, and this morning, I woke up feeling fully revived. It was probably a combination of the fat and carbs, but I believe the Merlot had something to do with it.