Once upon a time someone told me that chocolate milk was a great drink for recovery after a run. I was all over it without asking too many questions because chocolate milk always sounds like a good idea to me. It quickly became one of my favorite post-run drinks second only to a giant Starbucks latte.
I’m a “runcher” during the week which means I run on my lunch breaks. I guess I could run early in the morning, but with an unpredictable almost-two year old it just makes things easier plus I get to “sleep in” until 6:30. I always keep a bottle of milk in the fridge at my office because I tend to use up my whole break running and then subsequently making myself look not-disgusting for the rest of the work day. It’s a choice between Starbucks and offending all my coworkers and I want people to like me.
Now I’m not sure how much I care about being offensive though. Yesterday I ran 5 miles. When I got back to the office I was HANGRY...maybe because I overdressed for 50 degrees and sweated so much. Who knows. I just know that I was really looking forward to a big, cold glass of chocolate milk. I was thinking about it for the last half mile of my run. Yum. It was going to be so incredibly awesome.
I grabbed my chocolate, threw open the fridge, grabbed the milk, and….well this is where things get a little fuzzy…
It was empty. Like totally empty when there had been something in it less than an hour earlier. I stood in the kitchen with my mouth hanging open looking stupidly at this empty container of milk in my hand as if I could somehow will it to be full again. It might have been less of a smack in the face if someone had taken my milk without asking and then threw the empty bottle in the garbage. The fact that they used it all and then put the EMPTY FREAKING BOTTLE back in the fridge made it soooo much worse somehow.
As I said, I was hangry. I had not taken it easy on this run. I was sweaty and gross. And now I had no chocolate milk.
That’s not me, but I feel it accurately represents my emotions about this situation. After the initial ragefest subsided and the fires were all extinguised, I had to make an unplanned trip to the store because there was no way I was going to make it through the afternoon without my drink or the cereal that I had planned on eating later in the day. I never did find out who took my milk and I likely never will, but I’m also pretty confident that it will never happen again:
1) Because everyone is now terrified of me.
2) Because although I had my initials on the bottle, obviously I didn’t make enough of an impact. If someone takes this milk now, they are doing it just to be a jerk:
Not only does it clearly say that it is LAUREN’S MILK (Lauren is my for real name), but it also states what it is intended for which I’m hoping will send the thief on a little guilt trip if they see this in the fridge and happened to be outside of the 5-mile tirade fall-out zone yesterday. No one has touched it this morning, that’s for sure.
What is your favorite post-workout recovery beverage? Has a coworker ever taken something of yours out of the fridge? Have you ever been HANGRY!?
I hope everyone has a spectacular weekend! We will be enjoying some unseasonable weather in Baltimore and although I didn’t have a very long run planned for tomorrow morning, I feel like I should take advantage of it before the temperatures drop again!