Stuffed

I came to DC Monday night to help Zack finish moving and to bid farewell to one of my co-workers who is about to return to Uzbekistan after two years stateside. Last night I satisfied my craving for Thai X-ing with three delicious plates and a soup shared with Zack and Justine while we watched the best show, "I didn't know I was pregnant". We gorged on tofu panang, pad thai (you've never had one like this!), pineapple-tofu curry, and a bowl of tom kha. It was my first pad thai experience there. So good. I feel like that is usually one of those dishes that is good but in no way exciting as compared to curries flavor-wise, but this thing was awesome. There were so many elements and the noodles actually had a bit of sauce on them that spiced up the dish. Most important though was my Tom Kha. The soup stands alone.

Today, to celebrate Ahmad's last day (and birthday!) we went to Fogo de Chão, a Brazilian churrascaria steakhouse. Guys dressed as gauchos walk around with giant forks of meat and serve it table side cutting desired portions onto your plate (see below). As a non-meat eater this place is obviously ridiculous to go to. Or so you would think! While it is definitely too pricey to justify going to outside of occassions where you are joining a large group of beef/chicken/lamb/pork lovers, if you do find yourself in this position, have no fear because they have a seriously decadent salad bar with amazing cheeses and vegetables (including fresh artichoke hearts!). This place also has these incredible little buns about the size of a golf ball that hold within them a soft, barely glutinous, cheesy center that's not melty but perfectly melded together and mouth watering. Then they bring unlimited fried polenta squares, fried bananas and mashed potatoes. Craziness. Oh we also got a giant piece of chocolate mousse cake covered in ganache. I can barely move.

Craziness

New kicks

I got some new running shoes. I went to the store thinking I could get away with some inserts but the guy was like no way these shoes are busted. He was right, I am just cheap. Oh well. Considering my foot magically healed after getting these new guys, it was well worth the money I don't have.

Poor feet

On Saturday I did a 15 mile run with the training group. It went surprisingly well. Until about 10PM that is. I could kick myself for not coming straight home and putting my feet in an ice bath (ahh!), but I was sleepy and climbed into bed as soon as I got out of the shower. Then I proceeded to do my dogwalks for the day, then went to see The Never/Hammer/others play which required standing up, then I walked down the street for Lady DJs. I think my fatal error was wearing these really crappy shoes with zero arch support. The next day walking was excruciating. Unfortunately I had more dogwalks so I had to take it really easy and forced Zack to come with me in case I had to give up. My feet are feeling much better today as I have basically stayed off of them completely since Sunday night. I am definitely going to the running store to get some new inserts before I run tonight.

Whining complete.