Hamstring Heartbreak

Ahh! Super exciting news, you guys!

I’ve been asked to interview on the podcast The Lifestyle Accountability Show! Squeeeee!


Go check them out. They do daily interviews of super awesome folks talking about how they take responsibility for their health and make it a priority. It’s okay to laugh at the irony of how I am being interviewed about making health a priority; Hulk did, so don’t feel too bad. Anyway, it’s a great resource for some motivation when you need it! I’ll let you know when my podcast will air. Again, squeeeeeee!

I’m about fed up with my hamstrings. I emailed a couple of my very smart besties yesterday because I am so fed up. I can’t run anymore. I don’t like the pain that accompanies the running. And I can’t do squats or deadlifts, so my gym routine is getting really, really boring. It’s like this:

  • Bike for 20 min while watching old “Alias” episodes on Netflix
  • Then pick 5 exercises:
    • Bench press
    • Incline bench press
    • Bicep curl
    • Military press
    • Chin ups
    • Bench Dips
    • Bent over rows
    • Tricep extensions
    • Lat pulls
    • Ab work: plank, leg lifts, stability ball crap
    • Foam roll the hammies (every time)

So I’m getting really, really bored with my workout routine. I try to make it to dance class when I can, but the times that work for me are only Friday and Sunday nights, so I need something to do for the rest of the week. When I try to squat or deadlift, my hammies throb for days. I was trying to go to yoga, but all the hammie stretching was giving me the same problems. Which is a bummer, because I really, really like yoga. And I can’t sit for too long at work with stabby mc stab stab pains in the back of my legs. So, I can’t run, I can’t lift, I can’t yoga, and I can’t sit at work without pain. I’m thinking my quality of life is slowly becoming affected, and it’s time to do something about it. Any suggestions?

Meanwhile. I found Squish going to town eating a stick of butter. Makes a “paleo” mom proud.



It feels good to know I’m doing something right with parenting.

It started raining in NorCal this week. Hooray! That means I’m driving to work, because I’m too much of a wimp to ride in the rain. Boo.


Look at all the pretty red lights! Yeah, I hate driving so I worked from home today. The problem is, I was traveling last week and spent this week at the office. Which means my home office looked like this when I tried to “go to work” this morning.



I like to think all that crap is really “presents” from my family. You know, like how a cat brings in a dead/mostly dead bird as a gift for you. It makes me want to kill them less. Anyway, 20 minutes later I was fully functional.



The best part of working from home: breakfast and lunch on real plates. Enjoyed with a view.


Breakfast: eggs scrambled with chicken apple sausage, spinach, and goat cheese


Lunch: red thai curry with chicken and mixed veggies.

Finally, it’s Friiiidaaaay! You know what that means …

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And this is where you, again, can chuckle at the irony of my podcast interview.



Welcome Home

Home sweet home! That was a long ass week. Lately I had been flying back Thursday night so I could be home all day Friday, but my schedule didn’t allow for it this time. I flew back Friday morning, which was nice because I wasn’t rushed to get to the airport in Pittsburgh rush hour traffic, but lame because it was one more night away from home with a 4:30 wake up call to get to the airport. Meh.

I snacked on the last of my travel food on the flights: hb eggs, clementines, the last of the trail mix, and an entire bag of carrots which I suspect is the cause of the stomach ache I experienced. I didn’t want to eat them all, but for some reason I didn’t want to bring a half-eaten bag of carrots home. I don’t know why; Squish and Hulk would have made quick work of them. Anyway, I ate almost a pound of carrots for brunch. And there you go.

I got home a little after lunchtime, so Hulk and I had a lunch date at Chipotle.



Mmm, chicken salad with guac. Welcome home!

I feel really accomplished that I managed to eat fairly healthy and resist most of the temptations of the business trip. I still drank beer, and there were a couple of dairy bombs that I could have avoided, but all in all I stuck to my guns about avoiding sugar, gluten, and dairy when it was obvious, and I think some of my issues are starting to clear up. I’m not back to feeling totally awesome yet, but I know I’m on my way.

I also really, really think gluten makes me depressed. I remember after I reintroduced gluten grains back last year when I did my Whole30, I noticed that I would have a croissant or bagel for breakfast, and about 12 hours later, I would just be sad for no reason. Nothing in my environment had changed, but it was like a cloud came over my brain and turned a light off. This sort of alarms me, if it’s true. I always thought I had sort of a propensity to the blues. I just sort of accepted it as part of my genetics, since it tends to run in families. But maybe the real inherited trait is an intolerance for gluten and not some sort of permanent brain chemical defects? It’s comforting to think I might be able to control my symptoms with my diet. I’ll keep up my loose gluten avoidance for a few more weeks an see what I find out. I’m not avoiding all gluten everywhere – I’m not reading ingredient labels and I’m still drinking beer – I’m just avoiding bread and stuff. Maybe after a few weeks I’ll see where I’m at and maybe tighten down my allowance further. Intersting stuff …

Anyway, Squish decided right before bedtime was the time to play his drum.



Then he saw I was taking pictures of him and wanted my phone.



And then, tears and screams.

Oh, he also dumped a cup of milkshake on our new rug. This is how you get ants.

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Plus, I have a big, stinky, sticky stain to deal with. Later. It’s beer o’clock now.

Happy Friday, and have a great weekend!

Travel Food

Whelp, I’m in Pittsburgh again. Whoop.

I know this is, like, completely a unique circumstance to everyone, but I have a hard time keeping to my healthy guns when traveling. I know, I know. It’s supposed to be so easy, why is it that I find it so hard?

Last time, knowing I would be working long hours and surrounded by brew pubs and crummy cafeteria/hotel buffet food for sustenance, I packed along some “healthy” snacks so I wasn’t so pressured to fuel up on whatever sad chicken salad was being served while I was out. It was a smashing success, so I did a repeat with some slight changes this time.

Behold my snack bag of glory (from the plane):


Tuna in a pack, hb eggs, carrots, a little tub o’ coconut oil, almond butter packs, homemade trail mix (mixed nuts, flaked coconut, raisins), and a half dozen clementines.

I was amazed that the hotel happy hour actually had stuff I could eat.


Ham, green beans, and salad. Oh, that beer? I don’t know how that beer got there …

I mean, it’s not perfectly Whole30-approved clean eating. I ended up using 1/2 a packet of Kraft I-Can’t-Believe-It’s-Not-Caesar dressing on my salad since there was no olive oil and I’ll be dammed if I’m eating a fat-free dressing, eww. At least it’s not pizza and french fries. So I’m cool with that.

Oh, hey, I got a haircut.


Drastic, no? I was sick of doing my hair in the morning. The best part is when I’m working and getting all stressed out, and it start sticking out all over the place because I keep running my hands through it.


Yeah, like that.

And here’s a freakin’ adorable Squish pic, because he’s at home with daddy and I miss him.


We found a hat! It’s fun to take hats on and off, on and off.



And if I do this, no one can seeeeee meeeeee!

Time to let the jet lag catch up. Have a most wonderful week!

Minnesota Rambles

Oh my goodness, I’m not even sure where to start, it’s been so long.

First of all, thank you all so much for your warm comments and thoughts for Duke. To sound all corny but true, there’s a small dog-sized hole in my heart that will not go away for a while I’m sure, and I appreciate the love. While putting together my Duke collage, I found his posting from the shelter where we adopted him. Since he was a stray, they named him “Kimi” when he was there. I think we did him a huge favor with his rechristening.


It didn’t really hit me until I came home from my business trip and was rounding the corner of the street where I always walked Duke every morning, and remembered I will never walk him again. He would never get another treat from the concierge desk, and I would never unhook his leash in front of the elevator and let him sprint down the hall to the apartment door because he likes to run. There was an empty spot on the bedroom floor where his doggy bed rested next to my side of the bed, and there was uneaten food in his dish. I bawled like a baby on and off all weekend every time I saw or thought of another thing that reminded me of Duke. Movies on the couch, unlatched doors being nosed open with a wagging tail, the fact that I now have to clean up the food that spills on the floor (okay, most of those tears were from my laziness), all made me sad that I wasn’t prepared to say goodbye. Good thing all dogs go to heaven, and that he will always live on in our memories, or I would be much sadder.

Okay, that’s been said now. On to happy(er) things.

We moved Squish to a toddler bed over the weekend. He’s been resisting bedtime/naptime more and more lately, but he loves being in our bed. So we thought he was ready to upgrade to a big boy bed. We have one of those convertible cribs where the front rail swaps for the toddler bed rail so it took all of 15 minutes to get it changed over. Now we need to teach him that just because he’s awake doesn’t mean it’s time to run all over the place. 5:30 is too early to wake up, kid. Okay, I know I wake up at 5:30, but that’s for my me-time. Squish’s time starts no earlier than 7. I doubt I can convince him of that, though.

We were in Minnesota last weekend visiting my grandparents. While there I went for a beautiful 5 mile run through the country roads around the lake.



Maria Chapel


The beach at sunset



Of course the next day when I did my 12-mile run it was cloudy, windy, raining, and miserable. Meh, good prep for race day.

Squish visited my aunt and uncle’s dog, a 2-year old Samoyed. The picture doesn’t do the size disparty justice; that dog is huge.



Then I traveled for work. Again.



Have you ever been in the crazy light psychedelic tunnel at Chicago O’Hare International?  It sort of freaks me out every time. I think it’s the creepy music box-meets-circus music they blast through there that gets me.


We have no plans for Turkey Day. None. There were some ideas thrown out, but they all sort of fizzled or fell through and neither Hulk nor I have made a solid effort to regroup. I might just cook some nice steaks instead of a turkey. At least I know we’ll have wine. That’s a given.





Five Things Friday #2

Happy Friday, bloggy peeps! I am once again blogging on my iPhone on Caltrain. I am fairly certain this shall be a regular occurrence. Now if Caltrain can only install wireless on the trains, I will be an unstoppable blogging machine on my commute. Or maybe I’ll do work. Meh.

The tough part about blogging while commuting is that I’m a little too distracted to write. So I’ll keep this easy with another “Five Things Friday” full of randomness. Which is funny since my posts are normally all about the random.

    1. Squish learned to jump this morning. He was helping me take out trash and on the way back from the chute I was being goofy and leaping down the hallway for his (okay, my) amusement. He laughed and started hopping himself. Then I caught him drawing on the wall with a crayon (classic rite of childhood passage, I know) and I told him sternly, “No! No crayon on wall! Paper, yes. Wall, no.” He looked shocked, then repeatedly pointed to the wall art and said, “No!” I think he understood. But I’m sure it’ll happen again.


    2. My bum really, really hurts from biking my measly 6 mile commute. I forgot that this is why I never picked up the bike again. The reintro period is brutal.

    3. My mom was in the Little Miss Nebraska patent back in the day. That’s where this photo came from. Aww!


    4. You know what I am loving working in a Silicon Valley start-up! Free food. Yup, we have a break room filled to the brim with snacks, sodas, and drinks. Like beer. I have beer at work. And the snacks are a good assortment of healthy and indulgent. I’m enjoying trying out all of the bars



    5. I tend to panic and make dumb decisions when I feel rushed. Leaving work to catch the train my first day, I was freaking out about making my connection. Plus, since I didn’t know how sweaty I would get on the bike, I wore yoga pants and changed my clothes when I got to the office. Leaving in a hurry, I grabbed my bike and headed to the elevator only to remember I was still wearing a skirt an heels. So I decided to drag my bike in with me to the nearest ladies’ room so I could change. I got in the ladies’ room and thought it would be weird if I left my bike out, so I brought it into the stall with me. I’m not sure what the other ladies in the restroom thought, me bursting through the door flushed and panicked dragging a clacking bicycle that’s smacking into every corner and trash can then dragging said bike into the stall with me. The good news is I made my train.

That’s all I’ve got for today. Have a great weekend, and make better decisions than I would make!

The One About My Wisconsin Adventures, Volume Two

The day back from a long-ish vacation weekend is no joke. I was flying around from when I woke up at 5:30 to when I finally pulled the plug at 8:30, completely exhausted. And I never finished my weekend recap! Bah. 

Anyway, I went on a super awesome trail run again through Willow River State Park on Sunday. It was my “long run” day, so my goal was six miles. My watch said I ran six, but my Runkeeper GPS app said I ran 7.5. I trust my Garmin more, so we’re calling it six.



It was a cool, cloudy morning. Perfect running weather.


ImageI got lost after the falls. The trail abruptly dumped me into some campsite. I wandered around the RV’s until I found the trail picked back up on the other side.



Then I got back to my folks’ house, cleaned up, and prepped for a party. I was too busy running around with a beer in one hand and a sangria in the other to take any pictures. The Screamin’ Deans played, there was way too much delicious food, and I got to see a whole bunch of family that I never see, and meet some of my folks’ friends. Apparently I am the “phantom daughter”, since most of their friends know my brother and sister, but I’m never around.

Aaand, the whole family, together again.



Come Monday, the six miles + sangria caught up to me, so I decided to take it easy and stretch my legs on a quickie bike ride with my dad’s bike. I rode to the St. Croix riverfront to check things out. It was cool and cloudy again.



Gosh, it’s Labor Day! Why isn’t anyone at the beach?



Then we flew home. It was great to see everyone again, and Squish really enjoyed his time at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Plus, it was a face plant-free weekend! Yay, Squish!

“Whatever. Just never let me stop swinging.”

That’s it for the long weekend wrap-up. We’ve been busy getting back into the swing of things, hitting up the gym, and making Costco runs. You know, all the fun stuff.

Time to run off and go do stuff. Make sure to make it a great day!