Ah yes, the groin is still strained or pulled or a complete pain in my ass. I tried to go out this morning, all my energy chews and nuun in tote, ran 1/2 mile, and turned around crying. Was the pain bad enough to make me cry? Not really, but admitting to myself that I was actually injured, going to have to take a week off (which to me means, not being able to eat like a horse), was crushing.
So, with all the extra time on my hands, I thought I'd concoct myself a drink (low cal or course since I don't want to pack on the pounds from not running with swimsuit season right around the corner...yes, this is Dallas, and I am vain...get over it!). If you haven't heard of Bethenny Frankel, remove yourself from underneath the rock in which you must be hiding, and turn on Bravo or conduct a quick Google search. She is known for her skinny girl margaritas, however, the original version's recipe would put me under the bus in one very small glass and the actual product you can buy, although delish, is kind of wimpy on the alcohol. So, what was a troubled girl to do? Well, I did what most sidelined runners would do and created my faux skinny girl. Here's my recipe:
Sidelined Runners Margarita:
2 oz silver tequila
1 tbsp frozen limeade
1 small splash orange extract (because I was out of triple sec)
Champagne to fill the rest of glass
Serve over ice.
Complicated, right? Skinny, right? Probably not, but it gave me something to do while the child was napping and the hubby was out playing. Maybe I was inspired by the marathon of The Real Housewives of Orange County.
Now, Bethenny, if you want me to endorse your product, I will gladly accept and drink a case of the Skinny Girl's...I promise my blog post will be kind because I am one of your biggest fans!
No comments:
Post a Comment