The One About the Weekend, and my Six Mile Run!

Happy Monday!

I unplugged over the weekend, so I’m just getting back to bloggy business today. I was just feeling like a little break would be nice, and spent a lot of time with the family.

Friday was a complete 180 from Thursday. Thursday I wanted to smash everything that was beautiful in the world, and take a nap. Friday was about giving everything a hug, and running a marathon. Maybe a good AM workout makes all the difference? I refuse to believe it was the cake.

Work started with a nice surprise. Check out what I found in the break room!


SO excited it wasn’t a big ol’ bow of donuts. Oh yeah, I hit that.


I wasn’t hungry at the time, so I was just stashing it for later. Then I read blogs and all the food pictures made me hungry. Then I ate it.

Lunch was yet another not-very-photogenic pile of leftovers.


Leftover chicken, green beans, and squash from last night; Italian casserole from the other day.

At least plating it helped the aesthetics some.


Okay, maybe not. It was tasty, though.


Oh, and I decided to rock the “fashion mullet” for Fridy: blazer with jeans. Business up top, party down below.


Blazer & top from Ann Taylor
Jeans from Levi’s
Shoes from Tar-zhay (Target, for you non-French speakers)

Saturday I took the Dukester for a long walk by AT&T Park. The game hadn’t started yet, so it was a nice, quiet walk.


Since the rest of the family/roomies were still sleeping off Friday night, Squish and did a nice mommy-and-me coffee date at the nearby bakery. I had a rather un-Whole30ish quiche, which Squish received most of the crust.


Then we walked in the sort-of rain until a reasonable hour to go and wake everyone else up.


Saturday night we went out with some friends. I had ONE cocktail and drank a ton of water. It was just too weird to go to a fancy lounge and not drink, plus we were meeting some people for the first time and I just wasn’t down with immediately singleing myself out as the weird one.

Sunday morning was Zero Hour for the food situation. We were out of eggs. Out of veggies. Out of meat. Squish and I breakfasted on some frozen edamame I found in the back of the freezer and the last of the birthday cake. Yeah, that bad.

Then I ran six miles. I had to, after eating birthday cake for breakfast.


I found a new path that goes down some river behind AT&T park. It was game day, so I ended up running in the bike lane a lot. It reminded me of Husker Game Day back in college, only everyone was in Orange instead of Red, and all of the really cheesy marketing slogans referred to home runs instead of touchdowns.

I was only supposed to run five miles according to the made-up training plan I crafted, but my GPS didn’t pick up for the first seven minutes or so. And I started feeling AMAZING, so I just rolled with it. Longest run since I did Bay to Breakers 10k in 2011! Which was when I found out I was pregnant and put running on hold for 9 months. I felt pretty accomplished, like it’s all coming back. Oh, and a friend coerced me to doing a sprint triathlon this September. I might have to break my bike out of storge. *Sigh* 

Then I chilled out with the Masters of Chill.


Also the Masters of Cuddle.

Hulk FINALLY went grocery shopping last night. I will be eating eggs, chicken, and spinach all this week, because that’s all he bought. At this point it’s an experiment of wills.

As a result, breakfast of egg and spinach. Thank god we’re not out of coconut milk yet. I’m not ready to quit coffee.


And a sunny Monday morning to ya!



The One Where I Eat Cake. Sorry. Well, No, I’m Not.

Yesterday was definitely a “kill all the things” day. Not sure if it was because of W30 or the drugs I took the night before. But I was a Cranky, Cranky Pants for sure.

Lunch was rather blah. I’m starting to run out of ideas from our meager fridge. A couple of weeks ago Hulk decided to take over all of the groceries and general food management. It’s a great load off me, but my total control-freak, OCD side is not comfortable with not knowing where Thursday’s meal is coming from, since I’ve been so used to weekly meal planning. Still, no matter how barren I think our fridge is I always manage something to eat, which is why this is America.

Anyway, I stirred a can of tuna in olive oil into some thawed frozen green beans. Sort of a lazy tuna nicoise salad.


Meh, it was all right.

It was our friend’s birthday, and my brother was babysitting. These two things are sort of unrelated, but really they are. My brother is a chef, so Hulk somehow tricked him into asked him to roast a chicken for the birthday dinner. No pics, as I was Squishy-wrangling at the time. But here’s a pre-dinner pic of Squish with his uncle:


“Dur, dur, dur. I’m a grown-up. Type type type. That report is due Friday, Mr. Johnson.”

Anyway, we had roast chicken, frozen butternut squash, and more frozen green beans. And then there was cake. And I had some.

Yes, I’ll need to start Whole30 over tomorrow. But it was damn good cake. I found solace in the fact that I did avoid the copious amounts of wine and vodka drinks everyone was throwing around. I feel no guilt. Well, maybe a little; but that’s pure social pressure.

This morning I was determined to wake up in time to work out. Especially after the cake. On Monday I started writing up a new training program to fit my fast-and-furious morning schedule. But I couldn’t remember it. So in the dark I took a picture of my notes to reference at the gym.


Simple enough, right?

Anyway I had a nice 40-minute cardio and strength session:

w/u Run 20 minutes in the rain, outside.


Arms & Shoulders:
Dumbbell curls – 3×10 @ 15 lbs
Shoulder Press – 3×2 + 1×7 (crapped out) @ 20 lbs
Arm Raises, front and side – 3×10 @ 7.5 lbs (these hurt!)

Stretch & be done!


Now I’m wrapping up bfast and listening to a morning Squishy serenade.


Egg frittata with onion, zucchini, basil and topped with pesto. Coffee w/ coconut milk x2. BTW, everything is better with pesto.

Enjoy your Friday, my friends!