Guava Season

Ahhh. Sunday afternoon. I feel happy and satisfied. Moana is in such a good happy playful mood... it's contagious! :) There's just no way to look at this little girl and not crack yourself up smiling. She's making all sorts of funny faces at me and doing her little raspberries with her lips and squealing out any kind of noise/word she can manage. Days like this remind me that having her was the best thing I've ever done. I'm a Mama in love.

In other good news, I'm finally completely done working out for the week! Yay! This has been a big one and I'm proud to report that I got in everything I was supposed to... with the exception of that Tuesday run that I had to cut short, but then Thursday's run was long since I got lost so we'll call it even.

Swim: 9800M
Bike: 185 miles
Run: 46 miles
Yoga/core: 90 minutes

Too bad I don't get paid to do this. Even if it was only $10/hour, I'd have earned $220 this week. Instead, I probably spent that on sports drinks, bars, and GU. Ugh.

No wonder I was craving real food.

So this morning I was about 2 hours into my 2 1/2 hour run when I came across a guava on the ground. Yes, I might have been hallucinating just a little, but this guava looked heavenly. I stopped. I picked it up. Inspected it for bugs. No bugs. Hadn't been cracked open at all. But it was just soft enough to call ripe.

Ok, so it didn't quite look like this one in the picture, but it was good enough to eat. So I stood there on the side of the road, cursing the fact that I had just cut my nails as I was trying to pry this thing open. Finally, I cracked through the outer peel and sucked out the insides like they were some sort of magical elixir.

Oh. My. Gosh. That guava was seriously the best thing I'd eaten during that run. Maybe ever. I wanted another one. I looked up for the source of this magic food and saw, to my major disappointment, that the tree was very tall. And even though there were plenty of good size fruit ready to fall, there was no way for me to get to any of it. Grrr.

The good news is that the next few miles went by quickly- in fact they were a complete blur- because I spent them scouring the side of the road looking for another guava to eat. Didn't find one, so I had to use the power from the one to get me home.

I love guava season. And mango season. All the mangos are ripe now too. My neighbor keeps picking them off her tree and bringing them over for Moana. Of course she shares them with me. Can you tell which half is hers and which half is mine? YUM.