Well kids, it’s not often that Ms. Jenny Morrison gets schooled in the running department and I have certainly never been at the back of the pack. However, this past Saturday, I met up with the running group in Yarmouth, even though it was pouring rain with a little bit of a knot in my stomach. I had a feeling based on what I saw via Facebook that most of the folks I ran with initially, would not be there. Which meant, there would only be the really fierce runners (who I completely look up to) there for me to run with. Now normally, this may not be an issue but in Yarmouth, I don’t know my way around. At. All. So I knew I either had to keep up, or I would be lost. With no cell phone on me. With no form of identification. I mean, hell, I may never make it back home! They were super nice, said they were going for just an easy 5-6, they said they would prefer to get a donut, but then they started running and I quickly learned that their version of easy was my version of working really really hard. Now, my Garmin would not coorperate so I have no idea the actual pace or distance. What I do know is that I was huffing and puffing like someone was chasing after me with a machete and I was running for my life. I know that a couple of them tried to talk to me and I was pretty much drooling as I responded. I also know that as I saw them stop at the light, it was like angels were singing all around me. I mean, I think I saw God. Thankfully, one of them took pity and ran the easy way home with me, allowing the option of slowing down a bit. Because honestly, I think I was going to stroke out at any moment. After I reached the finish, I couldn’t have been happier, not because it was over (well, a little) but because I kept going. Running along side people that push me is rare, I’m usually the one doing the pushing, and I will say, this felt mighty good. Running with people who feel so much passion for the sport can only make me better, even if in the midst of it all, I feel as though I’m dying. It also puts things in perspective. I know a lot of runners that talk a lot of shit and they are no prize when it comes to speed. Every cocky runner needs a reality check, just to remind them, there is always someone better just up ahead. We must use that to grow stronger, faster and keep moving even when times are hard.
Anyways, by the time Sunday morning rolled around, I was ready to relax a little. I whipped up these muffins bright and early so when Josh awoke it was to this lovely aroma with fresh coffee to join the scent. Life is short you know, sometimes I forget, eating a muffin on a Sunday is perfectly acceptable…and wonderful.
1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1/2 cup old fashioned oats
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
2 cups mixed berries (blueberries, blackberries, raspberries)
1/2 cup unsalted butter, softened
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup milk
1 1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 cup old fashioned oats
2 tbsp flour
1/2 cup brown sugar
3 tbsp unsalted butter
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Line your muffin tin with liners or grease liberally.
2. In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, oats, baking powder and salt. Add the mixed berries and toss to coat well. Set aside. (I used frozen berries by the way, some berries are just better that way)
3. Cream together the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add the eggs, one at a time, beating after each addition. Then, slowly add the milk. Mix until blended.
4. Mix the wet ingredients with the dry ingredients, being careful not to crush the berries. Mix until just combined then fill prepared muffin tins with batter.
To make the streusel, combine the brown sugar, flour, cinnamon and oats in a small bowl. Cut in the butter with your fingers until only small lumps remain. Sprinkle streusel over each muffin.
Bake muffins for 30-35 minutes, until golden brown.