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? ┬áIt 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.





The Big Run

Yesterday, I had the most satisfactory realization that I will never, never again in my life have to run further than what I ran that day. Unless I’m running from zombies, of course.


Actually, it was more like 15.3 miles because I was turned around in the Presidio and ended up almost to Pacific Heights.

I started out down to AT&T Park, thinking if I headed South a bit it would be easier to cover my training plan’s requested 14 miles. Since I covered 13 miles a couple weeks ago doing an out-and-back to the Golden Gate Bridge, I didn’t think I would have to go much farther to make a 14 mile course.

The day couldn’t be any better.


I also ran into another race in Chrissy Field. It was the Mermaid run, or something? I ran against the race, which was probably a little rude. But whatever.


I sort of missed the turn to go up to the bridge, so I took the trail over the batteries towards Baker Beach.


Didn’t suck at all.

At some point, I thought I forgot my sunglasses. This was when I remembered where they were.


I showed that to Hulk, to which he responded, “Hey, those are MY sunglasses.” Well, Dear, now you know what to get me for Christmas.

Since I overshot the miles coming back, I started walking once I hit 14. I probably could have ran the rest of the way home since I was feeling fabulous (who would have though bringing food and water would help performance?) but decided not to chance injury.

I did a lot of things different on this run than I normally do. These are all pretty no-brainers, but for whatever reason I thought for the longest time I could do without. I sort of can, but I suffer on my longer runs which is never fun. Here’s what I tried this time:

  1. Music. I’ve been running without music, but definitely find that it’s hard to push through sometimes without a motivating distraction. So I would like to thank my sponsor for making this run possible, the Pitbull Pandora station.
  2. Hydration. I don’t always bring water with me because there are a few drinking fountains on my route but they’re at awkward locations. This time I bit the (looking like a geek) bullet and wore my Camelbak, throwing a could Nuun tabs in for extra kick. It was so nice to drink a few sips of fruit punch Nuun whenever I wanted, and I only had to refill once and never felt deprived.
  3. Food. I usually bring a Powerbar with me, but it’s not my favorite fuel source and I find myself putting off eating it because I don’t want to. The Powerbars we have are ancient, left over from Hulk’s professional sponsorship days, so they’re pretty stale and hard to chew. I splurged a bit at Whole Foods and bought some delicious Honey Stinger energy chews which are basically eating candy while running. I had to pace myself because I wanted to eat all the bags right away.

I had energy through the whole run and even sprinted in the last mile. My legs hurt, but I still felt like I wanted to just go. So I think I found my sweet spot of how much I need for what type of run. Someday I might have it all dialed in and have less decisions to make while preparing for a run.

After my run, I adhered to the couch and basically pretended to be a puddle all day. Puddle on the couch, puddle in bed, puddle on the floor while Squish insisted I should play trains with him. Then Hulk had the brilliant idea to have dinner at California Pizza Kitchen with some friends. Pizza post-run = winning.

I gave Squish my phone to distract him while we waited for our food, and he took about a million selfies.


My iCloud is out of storage and my phone hasn’t backed up in two weeks, so I might need to start curbing this behavior. Or delete some darn photos. Most of them are pictures of eggs, anyway.

Okay, so I’m done now. Did you do anything fun or epic this weekend? How do you fuel for long runs, have you figured out what works for you yet?

Stomping Grounds

Saturday I was in my hometown of Elkhorn, which is (I guess now) a neighborhood in the west side of Omaha. It used to be an independent town but was annexed by Omaha several years ago. We were there for the funeral services for Hulk’s grandmother who had passed away last week. After the services, I had to run 8 miles on Saturday so I thought I would use it as an opportunity to check out my old stomping grounds.

There are two things I really miss about Nebraska. One is the sunsets. I don’t know if it’s the air or the plains or what, but sunsets in Nebraska are always spectacular. The other thing I miss is fall. I loved fall growing up. I loved the weather, the crunchy leaves, and the distinct smell in the air that hints of winter on its way. I hate winter, but I love fall.


And the skies get so, so blue in October.

I started out along a little bike path past the city park we used to play.


I wanted to take Squish there to play for a little nostalgic, generational indulgence but we didn’t have the time.

Then I turned and headed to “my” side of town. Hulk and I grew up on opposite sides of the main highway through town but didn’t meet until high school. The Qwik Shop gas station/convenience store on the corner was sort of the halfway point between our houses. When I was old enough, my mom would let me walk there with a friend to buy candy. I would stretch the couple bucks she gave me as much as possible and try everything.


The trees look so big now coming up to my old neighborhood.


I grew up on Pearl Circle, but with the Omaha annexation the city changed all of the street names to align with the Omaha streets. Now it’s Blinny Circle.


Again, the trees on my old street look huge.


And the house where I grew up. Not much has changed. The front garden is gone, and it looked like where we had an above-ground pool is now a playground. It’s kind of a wonky picture, because people were giving me strange looks at this lady running and stopping to take pictures with her phone every two blocks.


They decorated the yard with mini ghosts and pumpkins for Halloween. Adorable!

Then I ran around the neighborhood to where the neighborhood used to end and cornfields began. Our ‘hood was surrounded by cornfields back in the day, and the farmer would clear a path between the houses and my elementary school so we kids could walk there without having to take the street. The path used to run through here, through these houses.


And this used to be cornfield.


And this.


This post really should be titled, “This Used to be Cornfields”.


Anyway, here is my old elementary school, Hillrise.


Hey Amanda, you don’t have to worry anymore about where you’re supposed to stand. They now have the grades marked on the wall on where the kids are to wait in the morning for the classrooms to open.

This playground was built at the end of my 5th grade year. They did a ribbon cutting ceremony and all of the graduating 5th graders received a piece of the ribbon. I think I still have mine. And it was probably a good thing that the kids playing on the playground were unsupervised when I took the picture or there might be some weirded out parents alarmed by the lady running and taking pictures with her phone every two blocks.


After touring my own little ‘hood I headed back over to Hulk’s side of town. He grew up in the “old” part of Elkhorn where the town was originally founded. There are a lot of cool old buildings and historic stuff from back in the day.

I ran by the community pool. This is where we took swimming lessons as kids, spent a lot of time here in the summer, and I mustered a poor, half-hearted attempt at swim team for two summers since Hulk was on a competitive team all through high school. There used to be a high dive, but it looks like it’s been replaced with a super awesome water slide.


Oh, and I forgot that they have to winterize here. It’s a thing. I was sorely disappointed when the first drinking fountain at the park I came across was already shut down for the winter. So I ran the whole time with no water.

Then I cut through downtown to a bike path that took me further west out of the town. There’s the water tower!


It was a bit of a slow pace for me, but after being on a plane for 7-ish hours the day before and having a crappy training week I was just happy I put 8 miles on. I did walk a bit the last half mile or so.


After my run, I came back to the house to find a Squish meltdown in progress. After the super busy morning with services and family, I assumed he’d just had enough, but the usual tricks weren’t working for him and he was completely inconsolable. Then his grandma took his temp and found he had a fever. Of course he did. So I got to take a sick, tired, cranky toddler with me back to California.

We had a layover of a couple of hours in Dallas/Ft. Worth, so we had a quick dinner and played in a kid’s play center we found. Then the flight was delayed an hour. Then another hour. Then a half hour. By the time we finally boarded, Squish and I had been in DFW for six hours.


Squish was totally over DFW by this point.

Apparently the cause was heavy fog and winds in SFO, and it affected pretty much all air travel in the US. It’s one of those things that if I had known we’d be there for six hours I would have planned our time a bit differently – had a “real” meal at a sit-down restaurant, spent more time in the play zone, would have let Squish nap in the airport since I was trying to keep him up so he’d nap on the plane, etc. But, whatever. We made it home eventually, and the pilot did a rockstar job at landing in the heavy SF winds. That was a crazy bumpy landing. Squish slept through it all, and I was amazed at how many times he’d nearly be bumped out of my arms, startle, then clunk back asleep.


This week will be all about getting Squish better, and making sure Hulk and I don’t get sick on top of it. Plus, it’s my birthday week (woot!) so I’ll be planning that, too. Mostly by harassing people for presents. I like presents.


Geeze, I look like a hobbit in this one. But I’m a hobbit with a gold iPhone 5S, so I don’t care.

My train has been super delayed, so this is a super long post. You can thank Caltrain.

Are you still close to your hometown, or is it long gone like mine? What sort of things do you like to do when you visit old stomping grounds?

13 Miles and Eat All the Things

Good morning, everyone! Sorry I was MIA yesterday. The day just flew by and before I knew it, I was in my jammies. So we now have a lot of catching up to do. ­čÖé

Sunday I accomplished a 13 mile run. There we go, that is now out of the way.


Pre-run I fueled with two nuked eggs with some cheese and a banana. Silly Duke, you don’t even like bananas.


Since the Nike Women’s Marathon was running right along my usual route, I took advantage of the crowd control and headed out after I thought the bulk of the race was past. It was pretty foggy and cool, so in other words perfect running weather! The moon was setting right over Coit tower. Which of course meant it looked more spectacular in person than on iPhone camera.


I ran mostly along the sidewalks next to the end of the race until I ran out of sidewalk then carefully made my way through the crowd. The plan was to run alongside the course until I needed to turn around, then figure out how to head back. Easier said than done.


Oh, did you know there were giant sand sculptures in the Sports Basement parking lot? Me, neither.

Anyway, I managed to stay out of everyone’s way until we headed up the hill through the Presidio towards the Golden Gate Bridge. I found myself totally stuck in the racers walking up the hill, and frantically tried to get out and around the crowd. I feel a little guilty poaching the course, but I try to stay out of everyone’s way and I bring my own food/water, so the only thing I’m taking is the advantage of a closed course. Anyway, it was a wall of people and I felt bad taking up space.


So as soon as the trail to the bridge split from the road I headed up to the bridge overlook. I sure picked a beautiful day to run out to the bridge.


Then I perused the trails for a while. I HAD to try the trail that goes through the little tunnel.


Then I found the bay again and went through Crissy Field and the Marina back to the Embarcadero.


And then I ate a bunch.


Immediate post-run two eggs and a rice cake with almond butter and coconut, a REAL Coke (thanks, Mom!) and a cookie, fish sticks and Annie’s mac-and-cheese (I started eating that before I remembered to take a picture). Oh yeah, my mom did the food run for the post-run goodies ­čÖé

And then there was Cheesecake Factory.


Squish helped me with my s’mores cheesecake.


Mom, Squish and I met up with Amanda and her boyfriend for dinner there. I had never been to the Cheesecake Factory and seized the opportunity. I had the salmon and salad for dinner prior to my cheesecake indiscretion, but I was distracted with Squish-wrangling and hunger to remember to take the picture.

And that is the story about how I ran off 1300 calories and ate 2000 to make up for it.

Purple Donuts



WordPress app, you have failed me again. I wrote a post this morning between sitting on BART and waiting in the plane waiting to taxi. But I can’t figure out how to post a draft I have saved. There is no “Okay, post this draft now” button in the WordPress interface. From what I can find, when you create an original draft you can either save it, or post immediately. Since I started the post on BART and finished it on the plane, I had to save the draft. Then I couldn’t figure out how to post the draft; the options are either to save it as a draft or cancel the edit. If there is a better way to post from my phone, I would love to know.

Anyway, long story short, my phone ate my post from this morning. So here it is again.

Saturday morning Squish and I went for a long overdue mommy-son date. I found out where Philz Coffee is down by the Caltrain station, so we walked there so I could get a delectable pour-over. Squish charmed the pastry counter guy into giving him a free donut with purple icing.


He was a happy kid as we wandered along the Mission Creek bike path, sitting incorrectly on the BOB.


Neither Hulk nor I wanted to cook Saturday night (not really different than any other night, I suppose), so we went to Thirsty Bear.


I was in a brew-tastic mood, and ordered the Panda Bear. I kid you not, it tasted like chocolate. It’s brewed with cacao nibs or something somewhere in the process (you can tell I know a lot about beer) and the chocolate flavor was there, but not overpowering like a hot chocolate. I should have had it for dessert.


Hulk ordered the caesar salad to keep his girlish figure, while Squish and I tag-teamed the flatbread. I recall it had bacon, kale, artichoke hearts, onion, and unicorn tears. Yup, that good.


Then on Sunday I ran 12 miles. I tried out a new route south. I call it the run-down-3rd-street-and-see-what-happens route. I will not be doing that again in the near future. It was … I suppose I would call it tedious and vacant. I didn’t really know what to expect; I ended up running through Soma, Dogpatch, and most of Bayview. But it was block after block of stoplights with no real views or “nice” places. I think one block had a tree. On the plus side, it was quiet with little traffic, and the weather was pleasantly cool for running. And I ran 12 miles. Bam, bitchez.

And now I’m in Pittsburgh. Woot. Time to try to unplug my ears from the flight and catch up on emails. And enjoy three splendid, child-free days. I don’t really know what to do with all of this peace and quiet.

Hope you had a lovely weekend!

Burgers, Life Decisions, and a Dramatic Makeover

Happy Monday to you! We had a pleasant weekend over here. Lots of running, a little adventure, and a makeover filled our day planners.

I had planned on switching my long runs to Saturday so I could get it over with early in the weekend and not have it hang over my head while making more fun plans. But Friday night we hung out with some friends until late, so by the time I finally rolled out of bed Saturday morning it was already too late to beat the throngs of tourists along the Embarcadero. So I did my usual 4-miler and called it good.


Which was probably a good thing. My foot is still hurting. I took Karen’s advice and rolled my foot with a frozen bottle. But I don’t think she had this kind of bottle in mind. Well, you use what you have available, right?


I’m actually pretty bummed that Hulk left this wine in the freezer. It’s my favorite – Benziger Sangiacomo chardonnay.┬áWe intended to drink it Thursday night as part of a little celebration, but someone forgot about it and opened up another bottle. I found it Friday while putting groceries away and was impressed that the bottle didn’t break. The frozen liquid just pushed out the cork. It made for a good ice pack. A very expensive ice pack.

While I was icing my foot with the world’s most expensive ice pack, Squish received a makeover. He was getting shaggy.



The distinguished after:


Then we headed south to San Jose to look at apartments. We had to make a decision this weekend if we were going to renew our lease at our current place or move, and where we would move to if that was the decision. All that apartment touring made us hungry, so we stopped at Billy Berks in downtown San Jose for some refreshing burgers and brews.

And sweet potato fries for #TheSquish.


Burger-riffic. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was to be burger #1 for the day.


Then we met up with a friend in Palo Alto and explored a few residence options there. It’s right in between where Hulk and I will both work, so we wanted to check it out. We wandered University Ave and I resisted the lure of the Palo Alto Lululemon store. Then we picked up (or, I picked up) some iced coffee.

Armed with all of our research and decisions, we headed back to SF. On our way home we found ourselves hungry again and while stopping for gas picked up some Burger King takeout (burger #2!), parked on a sweet spot on Potrero Hill, and munched our burgers as we gazed at the view of downtown SF and weighed options.


The verdict? With a view like that, why would we leave? We signed our lease and will stay in SF another year.

And I’m glad we did, since my 10-mile run through Crissy Field Sunday was glorious.



Followed by compression socks, Netflix, and celebrating Interational Coffee Day with more than one well-crafted beverage.


Did you honor International Coffee Day on Sunday?

Any big life decisions made lately?

What I Ate Wednesday #3 – Dine and Dash

Good morning!

This is going to be yet another “dine and dash” post, as my alarm just told me it’s time to leave for work but I am not dressed yet. Typical Wednesday!

Any-hoo, I had sort of a distracted day yesterday. Had a banana with almond butter “sandwich” to fuel my almost-5 mile run in the morning. Followed by some foam roller lovin’. Complete with awkward gym pics.



But in true self-care style, I made the effort to get my stretch and foam roll on, since my leggies handle the weekly running pounding so much better that way. I skipped my long run on Sunday (forshame.) so I was really anxious and raring to go yesterday morning. My legs, however, were not. All day at work they were super achy, stiff, and I spent a good chunk of the afternoon sitting on my tennis ball to relieve the sharp pains from my hamstring. Plus, my foot is starting to get these shooting pains that feel like knives stabbing me in my heel. I’m not sure if I need to do more yoga/foam rolling/ice baths or not. Time to experiment with some recovery methods to see what helps me survive in one piece through December. Because, you know, it’s just pain. There’s no way I can stop running or anything.

Breakfast was on-the-go. I picked up a breakfast burrito and coffee from the Sausalito Cafe on my way to the office. I love this place for on-the-way-to-work breakfast. The owner is super nice and loves to chat, and the food is outstanding.


(Ugh, I hate pics of half-eaten food. But I keep forgetting to take a shot before my hunger overcrowds my senses.)

I went home for lunch and (as usual) tried to get too much stuff done on my lunch break. So I had to pack up my pork chop and celery to eat back at work.


Again, with the half-eaten food! I tried to hide the bites with the celery. Eww.

Dinner was a glorious experiment making shepherd’s pie, but my phone was in the other room and my brother came over so through the chaos I never took a picture. But I had a modest square with a couple of beers. Because I believe in balance.

There was also copious amounts of coffee with half & half and cups of tea thrown in sporadically throughout the day.

And now I am very late. Have a happy Wednesday!

Treat Yourself Tuesday # 2

Good Morning, kids! I just finished an awesome, easy 4 mile run that for whatever reason hurt like the dickens.


At least it was pretty.


Dead Garmin. Le sigh.

Anyway, it’s time for another Treat Yourself Tuesday, sponsored by Becky at Olives ‘n’ Wine! Yayyyyy!

I had a fair few treats this week, from the little things, like my favorite green chia kombucha as an afternoon pick-me-up,


(Mmm, green chia kombucha)

To some awesome things.


(Beach time. Always a treat.)

I’m also being more aware of when I need a break, and asking for it. When we came home Sunday night, I was beat and tired from the fun-filled weekend. I knew I didn’t have the energy or patience to deal with unpacking and cooking dinner for an over-tired and hungry family. So I asked Hulk to put dinner together while I took a long shower. I’m trying to get better at identifying my limits so I don’t cross them so often.

Finally, this afternoon I have scheduled for myself a MASSAGE! It’s only a 30 minute sports massage for my legs, but I am so psyched. Massahhhhhge.

That’s it for me today, peeps. Tune in tomorrow for a new What I Ate Wednesday.

Santa Cruz Adventures, Volume 2

Good morning, blog world!

I am hear to weave the captivating tale of our second day in Santa Cruz. In case you didn’t get enough beautiful beach shots last time.

The first rule of bringing a baby or toddler to a hotel with you is you can pretty much guarantee that no one will sleep. Squish was up at 3 am, 4 am, 5:30 am, and finally up and ready to go all bright eyed and bushy-tailed at 6:30 am. Hulk and I were not. ┬áSince I had to run anyway, I thought I’d give Hulk an extra hour of toddler-free sleep and take Squish to find coffee.

I was glad I did. The sun was just rising and it was a gorgeous morning on the beach. I found a coffee shop close by and had completely forgotten that I came here for coffee a million years ago when Hulk was in a bike race nearby. Firefly Coffee House is a cute little coffee bar with homemade bagels and pastries. It’s one of those coffee shops with old, lounge-y chairs and shelves full of books to borrow and old games like chess or Scrabble to play while you kick back with friends (or let your toddler play with while you slam a bagel and coffee). We got there just as the first batch of bagels was coming out of the oven.


I got Squish a banana bread to hold him over for the bagel. Since they were so fresh-out-the-oven, they were too hot to cut into and we had to wait a few.


Darn, I hate waiting because my bagel is TOO fresh. I chose an herb-topped bagel with plain cream cheese. Which I enjoyed bites in between trying to keep Squish from throwing Scrabble tiles around.


Then we walked to the beach as the sun peaked out through the fog.


And played on the strange seating structures.


Then I dropped Squish with Hulk for some manly man time while I headed out for my 8-miler. It was terrible.


I hate running along the coast.


Seriously, who would like this?


Okay, actually, it hurt a lot; but the views and weather were so gorgeous I can’t complain. I was pushing it close to check-out time when I got back, so I took a quick dunk in the ocean to ease my throbbing legs (the Smirnoff’s might not have been a good idea, in hindsight) and got cleaned up and packed as I slammed an pictured apple and the last of the deli chicken. Then we toodled around the boardwalk some more until we said adieu to Santa Cruz and started making our way North along the PCH. Somewhere we stopped and I grabbed some fruity electrolyte “health” water thingy.

In Half Moon Bay, we decided to drop in at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel there.


No big deal, just spent our afternoon at the Ritz.

The property is on a golf course overlooking the ocean with public access and lots of overlooks and picnic areas. Squish and I terrorized the gardens while Hulk chilled out in the sunshine.


Slightly pink-cheeked, we all headed back to SF. Hulk whipped us up a quick and easy pasta with chicken.


I barely thought to snap the picture before I devoured it. I was so. hungry.

It will be interesting to see how my legs hold up this week. After a crappy night of sleep, lots of sun, a little alcohol, and not nearly enough recovery food after my long run yesterday, I may not have a stellar training week. I plan on taking it easy today and see how my run goes tomorrow. Whatever happens, I’m down with. You have to take time to live a little, too.

How do you like to recover after long/hard workouts? Or long/hard non-workouts if you don’t really work out? Sometimes I need to recover from my long nap with another nap.

In Other News:

Check out this post from Run, Eat, Repeat. I liked it, nay, loved it. http://runeatrepeat.com/2013/09/10/just-the-tiplearning-from-from-diets/


The One Where I Clean Out the Fridge, Then Run Again

Last night was a mad flurry to cook and eat anything that will probably spoil while gone this weekend. Despite the heat (it was a whopping 73*) I decided to bake some chicken and a root veggie hash.

Chicken was a simple look-at-all-this-cheese concoction of chicken tenders, herbs, leftover pasta/pizza sauce, mozzarella, and parmesan.


Root veggie hash consisted of red potatoes, parsnips, turnip, and a gigantic rutabaga – about 1/2 of a Squish head – seasoned with salt, pepper, and a whole lotta buttah.


I was too hungry and distracted to take pictures of the “after”. But it was good.

We also had some greens, carrots, and beets to use up so I broke out the juicer and made the perfect juicy dessert – spinach, the last of the sad salad greens, an enormous beet, the carrots that were starting to wilt, lemon, apple, and a chunk of ginger. It was beety-riffic. But I was too distracted with quickly cleaning up the beet juice disaster that inevitibly follows juicing a beet to snap another pic. Didn’t want to stain the cutting board.

This morning I drug my butt out of bed and finally hit the road for my run maybe an hour after my alarm actually went off. I procrastinated a lot.


Note to self: don’t wear the shirt with thumbholes if you’re wearing a Garmin.

I completed my 4 miles with 3 stride intervals in just under 45 minutes. I felt like craaaap, but as they always say, you never regret a run. As cliche as it is, it’s so true.

Breakfast with the Squish was fast and furious since I dilly-dallied so much getting ready, then my run took longer than I budgeted time for. I tossed a huge 3-eggy puff with some of the root veggie hash and split it with Squish. My walk to work was slow and painful despite the hurry I was in. My legs, I believe, were in revolt from the lack of hydration yesterday (I just kept forgetting to drink my water) and the long-ish run today (haven’t ran that far since the SF Half). I needed all of this to get me going.


Tonight’s going to be a flurry of activity. I have a bunch of work stuff to wrap up before next week, then I have to run pre-vaycay errands and pack for the Squish and me. Then it’s off Friday morning to lovely Wisconsin to visit the whooooole family! It’s the first time since Squishy’ first birthday the whole clan’s been under one roof, and the first time in years we’ve all been at my parents’ house. So there’s a huge bbq party planned for Sunday, and I’ve heard some gossip afoot that my dad’s band, The Screamin’ Deans, might make a surprise performance! Squish better hold on to his eardrums …

If I don’t get a chance to check in before next week, see you Tuesday! I will most likely need a nap.

P.S. I hate getting political, opinionated, or controversial in general (life’s too short! Let’s agree to disagree), but regardless of what your inclinations or influence is, I thought this was a pretty well thought-out and generally agreeable post: Don’t Be a Jerk About Twerk