Monthly Archives: September 2011

For Those Who Might Give a Damn

Of course the half marathon sucked — in fact, I came in dead last because I couldn’t run longer than a mile and a half, but I am a stubborn **** and I did not fly halfway across the country to get a DNF.  So the half marathon sucked because clearly I suck, and I’m not allowed to do things that just might make me happy.  Oh, no.

I went to see my doctor because I wanted to get a referral for an X-ray; my friend’s stress fracture is in almost the exact same place where my pain is located, and I wanted to rule that out.  Yeah, it hurts like hell, and I can’t walk without crutches (uh, I can’t even walk with crutches, but I do have blisters on my palms now), but I really don’t think it’s broken.

It’s not.  Apparently, I have a ruptured tendon.

I am so done.

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Rushed

I’m sorry I haven’t been commenting much (if anyone noticed, or cared!) — I don’t have time to do anything these days.  Um, I haven’t even packed yet, and I don’t know when I will, because I have a nutritionist appointment tonight, and my nephew’s bar mitzvah tomorrow night (not excited for that one, BTW), and then I have to spend all night Thursday in the airport since nobody wants to drive me there at 4 AM… so, yeah.  When am I going to pack, again?…  And something else fabulous (or not)?  My house is being invaded.  Again.

Anyway, I thought I had figured out my foot pod woes: like a genius, I had been calibrating it using the 310XT, when I should have been using the FR60.  Or so I thought.  Apparently, that still didn’t do the trick.

The last lap in the 310XT = me being a genius, again, and not realizing that the timer was still going.  But, uh… I don’t know what else to do to get this to be accurate!!  Of course, I could turn off auto lap during a race, but then I have to remember to actually re-set it at every mile, and also hope that there are mile markers.

Oh, and about that run?… I finally managed a <8:00 mile!  It’s just too bad that I’m having difficulty walking now.  It’s always something, I tell you… and usually it’s not something to which I ever devoted much thought.  I mean, groin muscles?!  Please.  Thank goodness I have an acupuncture appointment tomorrow.

Couple of photos, then I flee…

Spinach, whole wheat noodles, Lightlife marinara cutlet… with more pasta sauce added, because seriously, the amount that comes in the packet is a joke.

Oh, how odd — I ate a sandwich!  Mostly because I don’t like leaving bread in my freezer forever.  And because I had the veggie burger in my refrigerator already.  And a container of hommus that I’m afraid not to use ASAP, lest it meet a fuzzy green fate.  So, yeah: wheat bread, hommus, spinach, veggie burger, sprouts.  And roasted cauliflower + raw purple corn.

Right.  I’m off.  If someone could help me mentally adjust so that I don’t have an subconscious time goals for this half marathon, I’d be grateful.  Since my friend tells me it’s really hilly there… and I’m actually more concerned about the downhills than the uphills, because my knees don’t like downhills right now.  I’d ramble on about that, but consider yourself lucky, because I’m out of time.

Have a great [fill in the blank].

“How much pain they have cost us, the evils which have never happened.”
~Thomas Jefferson

Inconsistent

This is driving me crazy.  I am the first to admit that I am anal, so these things matter… I couldn’t stand that the mileage on my 310XT was not syncing with the mileage on my FR60W.  Which is why I calibrated the foot pod using GPS — from the 310XT!  You would assume that this would mean the data would be the same now… but no such luck.

This isn’t that much of a discrepancy, I know.  But the further I run, the greater the difference…

…so that a half marathon on the 310XT would probably be closer to 15 miles on the FR60W.  This.  Is.  Making.  Me.  Insane(r than I already am).  It wouldn’t bother me as much as it does if I only knew which one was accurate!!

This was my last long run before the half… it would have been nice if it was an awesome one, but it wasn’t.  It wasn’t terrible (and I’m not talking in terms of pace here, since I have no idea whether my average pace was 9:09 or 9:44), but it wasn’t wonderful like my ten miler two weeks ago.  Random assortment of the usual aches and pains… am I the only one who has to take continual inventory during a run to see whether everything is still functioning as it should?!  Feet, check.  Ankles, check.  Shins, check.  Knees, check.  Hamstrings, check.  Sartorius, check.  Back, check.  It is incredibly frustrating… and my knees worry me.  They need to hold out for at least one  more week!!  (Not that I’d be okay with them falling apart after that, but you know what I mean.)

Oh, and you see the green reflecting off the Garmin in that last picture?  That would be the Brooks Nightlife Equilibrium long sleeve in brite green/brite white.  It’s probably a good idea for me to wear highly visible clothing, since I usually run early in the morning, before the sun is up.  For that purpose, this shirt is awesome.  But during daylight hours, it’s kind of obnoxious — it’s just so screamingly loud!

It’s also getting really cold here now.  Which makes me very, very, very sad.

Random assortment of photos, per usual.

You were right, Alli; I liked this much better!

The strawberry-and-banana combination was getting a little old, so I went the strawberry-and-kiwi route here instead.  It saddens me, but I must admit that I fear strawberry season has truly come to an end: these were pretty tasteless.

These were on sale in Whole Foods, and I’m very bad when it comes to impulse purchases.  The dried okra didn’t work out so well — I decided I really don’t like it after all, but I’m glad about that, since it’s insanely expensive — but I really liked this.  It tasted kind of like corn chips.

Plain coconut milk yogurt, Truvia, green figs, oven roasted honey almonds, wildflower honey.  I had wanted to buy black figs — I like them a lot better — but of course Trader Joe’s was out of them.  After this bowl, I didn’t mind so much anymore.

This happened before I ran out of black figs, though.  Millet puffs, green + black figs, wildflower honey, and almond milk added post-photo.

It’s only 5.00 PM, but I would seriously go to sleep for the night now if I didn’t know it would screw up my entire week.  Besides … then the weekend would be over faster, and I definitely don’t want that to happen!  No, I think I will go spend some quality time with my po sum on.  I wish I could bathe in the stuff…

Okay, not exactly.  That wouldn’t smell very pleasant.  But still.

“Make your feet your friend.” 
~J.M. Barrie
(i think mine are like everyone else…they don’t want to be!!)

TGIT

Thursday, because I hate Fridays, but am glad the weekend is approaching… and because Thursday = acupuncture!  My assorted woes need it.

After fiddling around with my new Garmin a bit, and referencing the support forums (apparently I’m not the only one with this problem), it seems to be functioning okay… there is still a bit of a discrepancy between this one and my old one, but I was expecting that.

This was a tempo run; on Tuesday, it was incredibly annoying and distracting to have two watches on one wrist, so on Wednesday I strapped the new one on my right and didn’t really reference it.  Mostly, I looked at my left wrist to ensure that I kept my heart rate relatively in the range I wanted it.

Can I just say that I am positively terrified of keeping up that pace for more than double this distance?!

I also paired the new Garmin with my cadence sensor and took my bike out for a quick spin.  The mileage was almost precisely the same: 5.83 to 5.84.  Which leads me to the conclusion that the foot pod is the inaccurate factor here, and so I can now calibrate it using GPS.  I actually did that this evening… of course, it started to rain, and I didn’t realize I’d have to walk so much to get it done… it was cold, too.  Winter is coming.  That makes me sad.  In any event, I hope this did the trick…

Moving on — continuing the catch-up game!

Collard greens!  I’d never tried them before.  First attempt: I lightly steamed them and used them as a “bed,” which is really because I wanted spinach and only bought this since the store was out of spinach!

White and yellow corn, baby carrots, asparagus, seitan, and Bragg’s.  Lots and lots of Bragg’s.  Um… yeah, the collards were still a little tough.  Next time, I’m not going to be so lazy and I’m going to chiffonade the leaves!

Um, yeah — not the greatest chiffonade job.  Blame it on my commute home that day, which took three times longer than usual.  I was irritated.

I also tried another new-to-me green: watercress.  I used it in Whole Foods’ recipe for whole wheat couscous with nectarines and pistachios.

Loved it!  I don’t actually care much for nectarines — I prefer the taste of peaches, but the fuzzy skin creeps me out — but it definitely worked here.

I’ve had this tub of Tofutti ricotta sitting in my refrigerator for a while.  I have no idea what I was planning to do with it — I probably just got overly excited when I saw it in the store!  It seems like ricotta makes a good pairing with figs and honey, so …

Yeah, I’ve never had real ricotta, but I did not like that this was so creamy.  It reminded me of cheesecake.  Or cream cheese.  Both of which I do not like!

So, then… what to do with the remaining ricotta?  And what to do with that half of a nectarine in my refrigerator (I halved the couscous recipe)?…

I could not get a decent picture of the top of the bowl… and it would have looked lovely in a photograph after being stirred, but, well, it seemed to troublesome to switch lenses at that point!  Anyway, I diced up the nectarine and put it in the bowl, then added cooked steel cut oats on top of that.  I cooked it in a lot of water so that it would be able to thicken up overnight… and at the last moment, I stirred in some of the Tofutti ricotta.  Best.  Decision.  Ever.  I couldn’t taste it at all, but it did make the oats unbelievably creamy!

As for the remaining watercress?  It was paired with another interesting find…

Purple corn!  It was oddly cheaper than the white or yellow corn.  I expected it to taste like regular corn, but it didn’t, really — it had a milder, sweeter flavor, which I quite enjoyed.

Steamed shredded orange and yellow carrots, seitan, watercress, purple corn, and what would have been hommus mixed with nutritional yeast, except that when I opened my container of hommus, I was greeted with a lovely layer of green fuzz.  I just started that container on Sunday!!  Anyway, it turned into nutritional yeast mixed with plain coconut milk yogurt, but hommus would have been infinitely better.  You win some, you lose some.

Here’s a win: I randomly wandered into a store today, and I checked the shoe department out of habit, since I’ve been seeking a comfortable pair of shoes for my poor beleaguered feet.

I don’t think they’re the most attractive shoes, but seriously — they are quite possibly the most comfortable things I have ever put on my feet.  Ever.  And it didn’t hurt that they retail for $70, but I paid $18.72.  In fact, I think I should go back there tomorrow and snag a couple more pairs!!

Mini verbal vomit, since this is already insanely long… I went to my nutrionist last night for the first time in several months.  Apparently, even though this “fat feeling” has been persisting for over a week now, I haven’t gained any weight since I last saw her.  I fail to understand how this is possible.

But I do have to say that running is my savior here: I know that if I don’t eat, my running will suffer (more than usual).  And so I keep stuffing my face.  Awesome.

Oh, and … there are only ten days until my half marathon!!  Eeeeeeeee!!!

Have a great weekend.

“There’s lots of people in this world who spend so much time watching their health that they haven’t the time to enjoy it.” 
~Josh Billings

Six Minute Miles

For the sake of my already questionable sanity, I will first get out of the way some of the photos that have been accumulating in my media library!

waffles + unsweetened soy yogurt mixed with truvia and cocoa powder. sadly, i have no more soy yogurt.

don't remember what was in here... shirataki noodles, kale, peppers, mushrooms, "steak" strips, hommus + nutritional yeast... maybe

broccoli slaw, mushrooms, hommus + nutritional yeast, sun dried tomatoes (i abhor tomatoes, but it was shiitake mushroom and sundried tomato hommus, so i added them... they're not so bad since they don't have gloopy seeds, which is why i hate tomatoes)

millet, yellow + orange baby carrots, mushrooms, broccoli, snow peas, orange marmalade + hot sauce

if you're wondering where all the raisins are... i hate raisins, so i picked them out. which is why i won't be buying this again: there were way too many raisins!!

The catch-up game will take a break here, because I just spent way too long taking pictures of something for my sister (not because I am such a talented photographer, but because I have “a big camera” … even though I tried to explain that the person holding the camera is often more important than the camera itself), and now I want to go to bed.

But first I need to share my experience with my new Garmin this morning.  I wore my old one and my new one, because I wanted to compare them.  Well.  I felt kind of like I was driving my car with my GPS, which, by the way, I hate.  There I am, running merrily along… lost satellite reception.  Good to have the foot pod as backup, huh?

Er, yeah.  I’d love to believe that I can run six minute miles, but I can’t.  I fiddled around with it a little, so hopefully I fixed whatever was wrong with it and it works now.  I will be very, very angry if it turns out to be defective.

And I do believe it is high time I drag my exhausted self to bed.  Once I finish e-mailing these pictures to my sister, anyway…

Happy Hump Day.

“There is no strong performance without a little fanaticism in the performer.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Why I Am Not Blogging

Just in case you care.

Have a good one!

Ten Years of Living

It makes me feel silly to be writing this, because there are so many other people out there who were affected on a much greater scale than I was by the events of 9/11.  But I am writing this anyway, because it strikes me that people always think, That’s not the sort of thing that happens to me / these days, and we never realize that everyone thinks that even after “it” has already happened.

I was a senior in high school; a classmate came into the room and exclaimed that a plane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers.  My initial thought was something along the lines of, Well, that’s kind of weird.  It honestly did not occur to me that there were actually people in those buildings!  Even though our teachers were instructed not to discuss it with us, we still heard things.  People were freaking out because they had family members who worked there — the lines for the pay phones were longer than they had ever been.

I was thankful, at least, that I didn’t have any family members there.  And then I realized — with no small amount of horror — that two of my brothers would have been among the first responders.  I promptly got in line.

When we left school that day, everything was covered in dust.  We were able to smell the smoke — and my school wasn’t exactly down the street from the World Trade Center!  I still don’t think anybody had any idea what had really happened.

The hours that passed until we were able to determine that both of my brothers did make it out okay (relatively speaking) were excruciating.  I can’t even begin to imagine how that feeling must be magnified for people whose loved ones never came back — in any way, shape, or form.

They say that the best revenge is living well; I think that in such cases, the best revenge is living, period.  The thousands lost will never be forgotten: good will ultimately triumph over evil.  Every time.  Even if it takes a while.

It felt sort of funny to treat today like any other day, but as mentioned, the best revenge is living, so I did.  I got up (not so) bright and early to get in my longest training run for the half marathon before the 9/11 memorial ceremony.

I did see hordes of people heading to the site… and hordes of police officers and security personnel.  It is so infuriating that they are necessary!!  It was also a little disconcerting that the weather — despite a gloomy forecast — was perfect.  Mid-60s, clear blue sky… just like it was ten years ago.

Having completed this run, I’m starting to think that maybe I actually can do this half marathon.  (Yeah, I know, I should have thought about this part a little sooner!)  But I am taking nothing for granted…

Just to get this out of the way, because if I don’t, it will pile up and get on my nerves:

I have no idea whether these were always kosher, or if they’re newly certified, but I’ve never tried them before.  It was really sweet.  Like, insanely sweet.  And sticky.

This one is actually from quite a while ago, and I don’t really remember it!  I guess that’s not necessarily a bad thing, because if I hated it, I’d certainly have remembered that.

This is from ages ago, too — I’m not even sure what was in it anymore.  Bulgur, I can see that; and rainbow chard from my garden.  The crops were not very successful this year, mainly because I hurt my back right when I should have weeded, and by the time I was able to get in there, it was already such a disaster that I just gave up.  Oh, well… there’s always next year?

You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to try golden raspberries; how convenient, then, that they were less expensive than the red ones!  Berries don’t last very long in general, especially this late in the season, so I had to inhale the entire container practically as soon as I bought it.  They tasted slightly less tart than the red berries, which makes no sense, since raspberries are pretty sweet… um, I guess they just had a milder flavor.

I am so proud of myself: these come in three flavors, and I only bought one.  (Actually, apparently there are four flavors… but the store where I bought it only had three.)  I’m sure I’ll be trying the others before long… this is addictive.  It’s kind of scary.

This post is all over the place, but… it’s an all-over-the-place kind of day.  Not that I’m ever very coherent, but I’ll give that another shot next time.

Have a great start to your week… live it.

“Our enemies have made the mistake that America’s enemies always make. They saw liberty and thought they saw weakness. And now, they see defeat.”
~George W. Bush