Sometimes, when I get into the rhythm of a thing, like sewing, it completely consumes me. I get so involved, I forget to eat, use the loo, drink anything. That is what happened this morning as I was sewing for Tia. Kind of bad, as I had an appointment with my next gig at 10:30. At 10:20, I rushed out the door to go to the University to speak with the professor I am temping for. Yup, I get giddy with excitement every time I think about teaching graduate students how to drape!!!
But I got there and all was good. If I had checked my email, I would have found a not from the professor saying she wouldn't be available until 10:45. Do I have great timing or what? hehehe...
After my appointment, I headed to see my JE. When I got there, he was just finishing a run and looked really terrible. He ran 4 miles in our new hot 86 degree weather. He was dripping sweat and red with exertion, and he had no lunch. Quickly, I headed to Trader Joe's to pick up some sandwiches. We ate in the car with the air conditioning blasting.
I took off from there for a ride. The back bay again, but it was so beautiful, I couldn't stop. My total distance was 56.7 miles. In one of the river channels, there were huge flocks of terns chattering away. In one fluid movement, they all rose into the air and circled several times. So beautiful to see them move together.
Tonight, we went to our friend's restaurant opening party for Saladworks. It was really fun, and awesome. Great food concept.
We came home and swam. It is interesting going from 30 laps back to 22. I sort of feel cheated. Just about the time I start to really relax and enjoy my swim, it's over! Looking forward to building more volume.
I am worried that I will loose all I have gained in my running if I am not careful. Time to start really working on this stupid ankle. Time to pull out the ice and high heels!
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Day 181: Tia
After working for years in the food and wine world, my little sister decided to become a certified Sommelier. This isn't a field long recognized as a career choice for women. She and a few other female soms were recognized in Oregon's premier wine magazine: The Oregon Wine Press. She is the hot one in the orange dress. I am so proud of her. Congrats Tia!
In May, she will travel to Europe to tour vineyards and get the low down on foreign wine. This morning on the phone, Tia was complaining about the state of her traveling closet. Shopping sucks, but shopping as an over six footer with a 36 inch inseam is next to impossible. Tia is 6'2". We discussed a little about what she should take. We both follow the mode of travel that demands before you leave on a trip to lay out all of your clothes and all of your money. Then you take half the clothes and twice the money! Secretly, today I started sewing for her. Can't wait to send her a package... That's all I'm saying for now! HA!
Though my ankle feels loads better today, I decided not to risk a run. Running with tendinitis makes tendinitis last a little longer, perhaps. I drove to JE's work and nabbed him when he was through. We cycled around the back bay into the sunset and back again in a bright pink cloud strewn sky. Bats circled the river bed. When we got home, JE set up the Club Nike. Gosh, it kicked my butt tonight!
In May, she will travel to Europe to tour vineyards and get the low down on foreign wine. This morning on the phone, Tia was complaining about the state of her traveling closet. Shopping sucks, but shopping as an over six footer with a 36 inch inseam is next to impossible. Tia is 6'2". We discussed a little about what she should take. We both follow the mode of travel that demands before you leave on a trip to lay out all of your clothes and all of your money. Then you take half the clothes and twice the money! Secretly, today I started sewing for her. Can't wait to send her a package... That's all I'm saying for now! HA!
Though my ankle feels loads better today, I decided not to risk a run. Running with tendinitis makes tendinitis last a little longer, perhaps. I drove to JE's work and nabbed him when he was through. We cycled around the back bay into the sunset and back again in a bright pink cloud strewn sky. Bats circled the river bed. When we got home, JE set up the Club Nike. Gosh, it kicked my butt tonight!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Day 180: Frenchies (is that PC?)
Sleep is so precious these days. Not sleeping well and not having to get up for anything in particular makes for difficult mornings. We slept late, almost 8, then blasted through the morning rituals. Our bikes were both at JE's work, so he drove while I ate cereal from a giant bowl.
On my way around the back bay, just as I was topping a hill when I heard a few bikes come up from behind. Without turning around, I stood in my saddle, tucked my knees and hunched over the handlebars as I gained speed on the quick decent. I topped out at 32 mph. When I turned around there were no bike behind me.
It took a couple miles for them to catch me. Three men with foreign accents on bikes, all in shorts and t-shirts. Tourists and from a cooler clime. They passed, saying hello, and remained not far in front of me, until I ran into them again on the PCH, debating which way their directions were telling them to go. I stopped and asked where they were headed. Balboa. After giving them instructions, I headed north on the PCH and rode up the coast.
At the Secret Spot, I ordered my usual Billy's scramble ( I either need to order that thing with half the chips, or find something else--way too much food! I threw 3/4 the chips away) After eating, I spoke with a woman who had moved here from Oregon years ago. She was complaining about our cold weather. Hmmm. Not as cold as Oregon!
On the return trip, when I got to the Newport pier, I spotted three friendly, smiling faces. Those same foreigners, waving hello. I joined up with them for a while, chatting and exchanging jokes. They all are from France and work for Air France. They have been here in Orange County for 5 days. One of them, Gilles, is a triathlete--an iron man. Yah, it was that kind of day. Super fun!
Total ride: 50 miles. And I swam my 20 laps. This rest week thing may or may not work. So far it sort of feels a bit like a free for all. JE ran 5 MILES today during his lunch. We are so in the forward motion of adding volume that to go backward feels stagnant.
Tendinitis is killing me all day. Gimpy legged.
Going to bed with a 2,000+ calorie deficit, and I still feel fat...
On my way around the back bay, just as I was topping a hill when I heard a few bikes come up from behind. Without turning around, I stood in my saddle, tucked my knees and hunched over the handlebars as I gained speed on the quick decent. I topped out at 32 mph. When I turned around there were no bike behind me.
It took a couple miles for them to catch me. Three men with foreign accents on bikes, all in shorts and t-shirts. Tourists and from a cooler clime. They passed, saying hello, and remained not far in front of me, until I ran into them again on the PCH, debating which way their directions were telling them to go. I stopped and asked where they were headed. Balboa. After giving them instructions, I headed north on the PCH and rode up the coast.
At the Secret Spot, I ordered my usual Billy's scramble ( I either need to order that thing with half the chips, or find something else--way too much food! I threw 3/4 the chips away) After eating, I spoke with a woman who had moved here from Oregon years ago. She was complaining about our cold weather. Hmmm. Not as cold as Oregon!
On the return trip, when I got to the Newport pier, I spotted three friendly, smiling faces. Those same foreigners, waving hello. I joined up with them for a while, chatting and exchanging jokes. They all are from France and work for Air France. They have been here in Orange County for 5 days. One of them, Gilles, is a triathlete--an iron man. Yah, it was that kind of day. Super fun!
Total ride: 50 miles. And I swam my 20 laps. This rest week thing may or may not work. So far it sort of feels a bit like a free for all. JE ran 5 MILES today during his lunch. We are so in the forward motion of adding volume that to go backward feels stagnant.
Tendinitis is killing me all day. Gimpy legged.
Going to bed with a 2,000+ calorie deficit, and I still feel fat...
Monday, March 28, 2011
Day 179: Disnified
Disney was fun tonight. We went expressly to see the World of Color light and water show in California Adventure. It was so beautiful and amazing, but then the music started... Yet another Disney montage with all of your favorite characters and a few thrown if to wonder about. It was all fine until the death scene of Mufasa. At that point, I turned to JE and asked, 'What the Crap? Why are they showing this?' The only reason I can think is in the ever grasping Disney mind, forcing an emotional response is thought to further the commitment to its character and thus its brand. Perhaps the Great Disney Mind thinks that by allowing the viewers to watch Mufasa die, Bambi, Tarzan and others wrecked by personal disaster and like phoenix rising, makes the most of their lives, we all are supposed to follow suit. Within an hour and a half. By our own sheer will. Well, if I put it like that... What am I waiting for?
And so I run. Just my two miles. Alone. In far less than an hour and a half. By my own sheer will power.
And so I run. Just my two miles. Alone. In far less than an hour and a half. By my own sheer will power.
Daay 178: Rest Day
Kind of a crappy day. Rather not dwell here.
Plan for the week:
Monday: AM: Run 2 miles, Sets:Sets, 100 crunches, 25 obliques (each side), 60 lunges (weighted), 30 squats (weighted), 40 push ups (these seem to get more difficult, rather than easier)
Bike
PM: Disneyland
Dinner: Hamburgers to go (from my kitchen), green salad
Tuesday: AM: Club Nike Bike w JE
PM Swim 20 laps
Dinner: Pork Chops, caramelized apples and onions, couscous and melted greens
Wednesday: AM: 3 miles Sets
Bike with JE
PM: Yoga
Dinner: Roasted tomato and pepper soup and spring green salad with goat cheese and bread
Thursday: AM: ride the Back Bay
PM: swim 22 Laps
Dinner: Grand opening of a friend's new restaurant! Can't wait to tell you all about it!
Friday: AM: Run 3.5 miles Sets
Bike with my sweet JE
PM: Something fun and honest
Dinner: Thai GREEN curry (new for us)
Saturday: Swim 25 laps
Dinner: Somewhere nice (aside from home)
Plan for the week:
Monday: AM: Run 2 miles, Sets:Sets, 100 crunches, 25 obliques (each side), 60 lunges (weighted), 30 squats (weighted), 40 push ups (these seem to get more difficult, rather than easier)
Bike
PM: Disneyland
Dinner: Hamburgers to go (from my kitchen), green salad
Tuesday: AM: Club Nike Bike w JE
PM Swim 20 laps
Dinner: Pork Chops, caramelized apples and onions, couscous and melted greens
Wednesday: AM: 3 miles Sets
Bike with JE
PM: Yoga
Dinner: Roasted tomato and pepper soup and spring green salad with goat cheese and bread
Thursday: AM: ride the Back Bay
PM: swim 22 Laps
Dinner: Grand opening of a friend's new restaurant! Can't wait to tell you all about it!
Friday: AM: Run 3.5 miles Sets
Bike with my sweet JE
PM: Something fun and honest
Dinner: Thai GREEN curry (new for us)
Saturday: Swim 25 laps
Dinner: Somewhere nice (aside from home)
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Day 177: Jellies
On our way back from the pool tonight, our feet were slipping in our Crocs, making loud squeaks that carried in the night. "I wonder if people in these houses are having nightmares about our shoes walking past." We tried to sneak, but Giant Pink or Green CROCS are loud enough just looking at them. The conversation turned to foot fashion fads and JE asked me if I ever wore Jelly Shoes.
No, I never wore Jellies. I was so tall, at such a young age. By the time I wanted to dress up in my mother's high heals, my feet were too big. When Jellies became main stage in the tween world, I was already confined to mens shoes. The town where I grew up didn't see a Payless shoe source until I was... Wait, did they EVER get a Payless SS? Hmmm...
I've been thinking a lot about this because we are back to photographing our alien friends: Nuni and Sassathorne. They are both exceptionally tall, and with huge bulbous heads. Finding a car for them to drive is a bit ridiculous, and motorcycles really aren't an option what with trying to find helmets for them. Poor things.
We showed them around Los Angeles today, and had a great time. We started out at Griffeth Observatory. What a beautiful building. It is full of informative displays. One of the most interesting to me, was about the sun and the footage of the solar flares over a couple months. So cool!
We also went to Disney Concert Hall, just to have a gander and peak about a bit.
China Town was closing down, by the time we got there, but it sure was pretty!
For food, we dropped into Portos and got sandwiches and a load of pastries. Oh, my holy crap! So Good!
I had never had a puff pastry that was so delicate and tasty. My favorites are the guava jelly and cheese, and just the plain cream cheese filled mini danish! Good stuff!
No, I never wore Jellies. I was so tall, at such a young age. By the time I wanted to dress up in my mother's high heals, my feet were too big. When Jellies became main stage in the tween world, I was already confined to mens shoes. The town where I grew up didn't see a Payless shoe source until I was... Wait, did they EVER get a Payless SS? Hmmm...
I've been thinking a lot about this because we are back to photographing our alien friends: Nuni and Sassathorne. They are both exceptionally tall, and with huge bulbous heads. Finding a car for them to drive is a bit ridiculous, and motorcycles really aren't an option what with trying to find helmets for them. Poor things.
We showed them around Los Angeles today, and had a great time. We started out at Griffeth Observatory. What a beautiful building. It is full of informative displays. One of the most interesting to me, was about the sun and the footage of the solar flares over a couple months. So cool!
We also went to Disney Concert Hall, just to have a gander and peak about a bit.
China Town was closing down, by the time we got there, but it sure was pretty!
For food, we dropped into Portos and got sandwiches and a load of pastries. Oh, my holy crap! So Good!
I had never had a puff pastry that was so delicate and tasty. My favorites are the guava jelly and cheese, and just the plain cream cheese filled mini danish! Good stuff!
Friday, March 25, 2011
Day 176: Short and sweet
I accomplished my goal of running today. 4.3 miles total, that maybe slightly longer than my initial goal. It felt really good to run in the sun, with music in my ear buds. Life is good.
Tonight at our BBQ, someone brought the worlds best backed beans. They were made with loads of bacon caramelized in brown sugar. So good!
My back was feeling great this morning, but not so good tonight. Off to bed, to sleep like the dead.
Tonight at our BBQ, someone brought the worlds best backed beans. They were made with loads of bacon caramelized in brown sugar. So good!
My back was feeling great this morning, but not so good tonight. Off to bed, to sleep like the dead.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Day 175: Lazy Daisy
We awoke this morning, early, for our run. My legs were rebelling and I wasn't feeling a 4 mile run. Chicken and the egg--which came first? Did I have a run in me and listened to my prediction? Or was my lackluster fulfilled? Partially, there were just too many excuses not to run well this morning. My tendinitis is threatening a revolution (it's been a while), and there is a muscle under my shoulder blade that has been uptight all week. Too many excuses.
Later in the morning, I called my sister and finished my run with her on the phone.
Tonight, however, my back hurt enough that I skipped my swim. I'm so confused. JE and I were discussing how many people around our age have all these ailments that prevent them from doing things like running. But our knees/backs/ankles hurt when we first started. We worked through that and no longer have that pain (usually). How much of our physical ailment is in our minds and how much is real? Do I push myself through this, or is a knot in my muscles an actual injury? When my fingers started to tingle tonight, is when I decided no swimming and to go see my doctor tomorrow. Geesh, I hate most western medicine in relation to things like this. Pill pushing or operations, that is what our health care provides.
Rant over...
Later in the morning, I called my sister and finished my run with her on the phone.
Tonight, however, my back hurt enough that I skipped my swim. I'm so confused. JE and I were discussing how many people around our age have all these ailments that prevent them from doing things like running. But our knees/backs/ankles hurt when we first started. We worked through that and no longer have that pain (usually). How much of our physical ailment is in our minds and how much is real? Do I push myself through this, or is a knot in my muscles an actual injury? When my fingers started to tingle tonight, is when I decided no swimming and to go see my doctor tomorrow. Geesh, I hate most western medicine in relation to things like this. Pill pushing or operations, that is what our health care provides.
Rant over...
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Day 174: Wind and Worry
It is pouring rain outside right now. Earlier this evening, I was waiting for JE to show up for dinner. Everything was ready. I had left the house earlier today, driven the car to a nearby park (we live on the other side of a busy freeway entrance--not a fun place to ride over in the dark), and took off from the park via bicycle to meet JE for lunch. Our route took us up the Peter's Canyon Trail.
After lunch, JE went back to work, I headed toward Santiago Canyon. I rode the wind getting up to the canyon, but when I turned onto Santiago Canyon Road, the headwind was gusty. It was beautiful and sunny out when I started my ride, but that wind was moving a storm-bank into the area really fast. The temperature dropped about 10 degrees and I was so glad I had worn my screaming yellow jacket, at first as sun protection, later as a shield from the cold.
At Cooks Corner, I followed the bike trail back into my area. Even though the wind was against me, it was one heck of a fast, fun ride. Total mileage=36 miles.
I got home and started making dinner. Our menu called for Chinese Chicken Salad, but no way was I going out to pick up those ingredients. After foraging the fridge, I discovered fixings for Borscht. That and a quick rye bread, studded with golden sultanas, apricots, and sunflower seeds. Tasty.
Now, back to my JE...
He was far overdue, and I started to worry. The car was only parked 5 miles from his work, and he works 8 miles from home. It had been over an hour since he had left and he wasn't returning my calls or texts. It was dark and raining like crazy. At and hour and a half, just as I was texting him, the doorbell rang. He was home. I had parked the car in a different park than our usual spot, and the park gate was locked--with our car in the lot. JE rode the rest of the way home, he was thoroughly soaked. Glad I made a nice dinner for him.
After lunch, JE went back to work, I headed toward Santiago Canyon. I rode the wind getting up to the canyon, but when I turned onto Santiago Canyon Road, the headwind was gusty. It was beautiful and sunny out when I started my ride, but that wind was moving a storm-bank into the area really fast. The temperature dropped about 10 degrees and I was so glad I had worn my screaming yellow jacket, at first as sun protection, later as a shield from the cold.
At Cooks Corner, I followed the bike trail back into my area. Even though the wind was against me, it was one heck of a fast, fun ride. Total mileage=36 miles.
I got home and started making dinner. Our menu called for Chinese Chicken Salad, but no way was I going out to pick up those ingredients. After foraging the fridge, I discovered fixings for Borscht. That and a quick rye bread, studded with golden sultanas, apricots, and sunflower seeds. Tasty.
Now, back to my JE...
He was far overdue, and I started to worry. The car was only parked 5 miles from his work, and he works 8 miles from home. It had been over an hour since he had left and he wasn't returning my calls or texts. It was dark and raining like crazy. At and hour and a half, just as I was texting him, the doorbell rang. He was home. I had parked the car in a different park than our usual spot, and the park gate was locked--with our car in the lot. JE rode the rest of the way home, he was thoroughly soaked. Glad I made a nice dinner for him.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Day 173: California
There are things I love about California. Lots of things, like year round outdoor recreation, the sea, the infinite possibilities for professional growth. Oh, wait... This state has a laws against selling food manufactured in a home kitchen. There are no allowances for cottage industry. My pie business is bunk, unless these laws are changed. I haven't been able to figure out a way to start small that will allow me to grow into a commercial kitchen. It is so expensive and elusive to find and rent a commercial kitchen. I am perfectly willing to abide laws, be inspected, use good food handling practices, pay taxes, but there is no allowance for this in California. Grrrr!!! So many other states have this figured out, why is California so far behind?
If you live in California, please sign this petition. It will enable small business to take place here.
Running this morning was just plain strange. My back has been spazzing, so I took a muscle relaxer before bed. On waking, my thoughts were alert, but my speech felt slurred and lazy. My legs ran on memory alone, there was no will power, they just knew what to do and did it. Very strange. When I got home, I showered and dressed and crawled back to bed. It was almost noon before I got up, and even then I was still groggy. What is happening to me? Geesh!
This arvo, I went online looking up what is required to have a bakery, here in the OC. As previously stated, prognosis is not good. What to do?
Swimming tonight: 30 laps. My last 5 laps, JE and I started at the same time. I pulled ahead, pretending to race him, then decided to turn him into a shark. Each time I looked back, I pretended he was a shark. I doubt if I have ever swam that fast in the past. I finished a full length and a half before he finished. Good fun!
If you live in California, please sign this petition. It will enable small business to take place here.
Running this morning was just plain strange. My back has been spazzing, so I took a muscle relaxer before bed. On waking, my thoughts were alert, but my speech felt slurred and lazy. My legs ran on memory alone, there was no will power, they just knew what to do and did it. Very strange. When I got home, I showered and dressed and crawled back to bed. It was almost noon before I got up, and even then I was still groggy. What is happening to me? Geesh!
This arvo, I went online looking up what is required to have a bakery, here in the OC. As previously stated, prognosis is not good. What to do?
Swimming tonight: 30 laps. My last 5 laps, JE and I started at the same time. I pulled ahead, pretending to race him, then decided to turn him into a shark. Each time I looked back, I pretended he was a shark. I doubt if I have ever swam that fast in the past. I finished a full length and a half before he finished. Good fun!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Day 172:
Bob's Red Mill whole wheat pastry flour. I made waffles for breakfast, using only this flour and came up with an amazingly light and fluffy waffle. Just a thought.
We ran this morning, only 5K, but we ended up running around Disneyland all day. We bought annual passes for my birthday last year. When we go, it feels leisurely and relaxed, like we don't have to hurry to stand in the next line. Did you know there is a working water mill wheel in California Adventure? So cool! I wonder if it actually powers anything, or if the energy is wasted for show.
We stopped at Claro's in Tustin on the way and picked up some Havarti and Bresaola, a dried beef, and bread. As we pulled out of the parking lot, it started to rain.
By the time we reached the park, it was raining like crazy. We sat in the car for 15 minutes, waiting for the rain to let up, then made a run for it. By the time we reached the tram into the park, it was raining considerably less. After we got our locker, it was almost nice. Thousands of people were wandering the park in clear vinyl rain ponchos, looking like something out of Caspar the Friendly Ghost. By the early afternoon, all ponchos had disappeared, and the sun was out in force. So were the people.
For dinner, we stopped by the Marcado Corona, in Laguna Hills. This is a little Argentine/Latino market that has a hot food area. JE got Carnitas Tacos, and I got Caldo de Rez. So good.
Later, we met friends for frozen yogurt. It is good to catch up.
Running and swimming tomorrow. And pie planning, too...
I think I tossed a rib out late last week. Painful
We ran this morning, only 5K, but we ended up running around Disneyland all day. We bought annual passes for my birthday last year. When we go, it feels leisurely and relaxed, like we don't have to hurry to stand in the next line. Did you know there is a working water mill wheel in California Adventure? So cool! I wonder if it actually powers anything, or if the energy is wasted for show.
We stopped at Claro's in Tustin on the way and picked up some Havarti and Bresaola, a dried beef, and bread. As we pulled out of the parking lot, it started to rain.
By the time we reached the park, it was raining like crazy. We sat in the car for 15 minutes, waiting for the rain to let up, then made a run for it. By the time we reached the tram into the park, it was raining considerably less. After we got our locker, it was almost nice. Thousands of people were wandering the park in clear vinyl rain ponchos, looking like something out of Caspar the Friendly Ghost. By the early afternoon, all ponchos had disappeared, and the sun was out in force. So were the people.
For dinner, we stopped by the Marcado Corona, in Laguna Hills. This is a little Argentine/Latino market that has a hot food area. JE got Carnitas Tacos, and I got Caldo de Rez. So good.
Later, we met friends for frozen yogurt. It is good to catch up.
Running and swimming tomorrow. And pie planning, too...
I think I tossed a rib out late last week. Painful
Day 171: Rest Day
It had been weeks since we had been to church, because of illness or visiting my Gram. Today was a sweet day, and if felt good to be back.
After church, we went down to Crystal Cove State Beach. The waves were huge and frothy, wind picked up the rolling swell before it crested. Seafoam gathered by the rocks and looked like something writhing on the wet sand.
The wind was in gales, marching the sand in wide swaths for miles.
The dry sand stuck to the newly wet sand and created surfaces any potter would dream of creating.
JE wore shorts with short socks and has sandblasted ankles. It was cold out, far too cold for shorts. We walked down the beach with our backs to the wind and blowing sand. On the return, we walked on the upper trails of the park. It had begun to rain by then, and the rain slashed at our faces. We walked, hunched over, staring at the ground through slitted eyes, proclaiming how completely awesome it was to be out there, at that moment. So much life.
Leftovers are a wonderful thing, when one it cold and hungry. Corned beef and cabbage seem to go an awfully long way. There is only one meal left of it, an I will not be the one eating it. Maybe...
Goals:
Increase running workouts and distance (Solid 7K by March 30)
Additional 25mile+ bike ride per week (Totaling 2 long rides in addition to commuting/pie delivery)
Add 200 yards to swim
Plans for the week:
Monday: AM 6.5K (that's over 4 miles! Smokes!) Sets, 100 crunches, 25 obliques (each side), 60 lunges (weighted), 30 squats (weighted), 40 push ups (these seem to get more difficult, rather than easier)
PM Out with friends
Dinner: possibly out with friends or Parmagan chicken, polenta, aparagus
Tuesday: AM 6.5K run
PM: Swim 1200 yards (30 laps)
Dinner: Thai Curry
Wednesday: 6.5K run, Club Nike
PM: Bike ride--25-30 miles
Dinner: Chinese Chicken Salad
Thursday: AM: Long Ride 25-30 miles
PM: Swim 1200 yards, 30 laps
Dinner: Teriyaki salmon, stir-fry veggies, brown rice
Friday: AM: 6.75K run, Sets
PM: Line dancing (this is a really bad idea, I have no syncopated rhythm, and can be a liability, but it is a church activity... I cannot be held responsible if I am forced to dance in sync with others!)
Dinner: BBQ at said church activity
Saturday: AM: Swim 1200 yds
Clean the garage and prepare for yard sale
Dinner: quiche
Also this week, I will create a web domain for my pie shop. Anyone have any amazing ideas for a name for my shop? Pies on wheels? The Pie Peddler? The Pie Chart?
After church, we went down to Crystal Cove State Beach. The waves were huge and frothy, wind picked up the rolling swell before it crested. Seafoam gathered by the rocks and looked like something writhing on the wet sand.
The wind was in gales, marching the sand in wide swaths for miles.
The dry sand stuck to the newly wet sand and created surfaces any potter would dream of creating.
JE wore shorts with short socks and has sandblasted ankles. It was cold out, far too cold for shorts. We walked down the beach with our backs to the wind and blowing sand. On the return, we walked on the upper trails of the park. It had begun to rain by then, and the rain slashed at our faces. We walked, hunched over, staring at the ground through slitted eyes, proclaiming how completely awesome it was to be out there, at that moment. So much life.
Leftovers are a wonderful thing, when one it cold and hungry. Corned beef and cabbage seem to go an awfully long way. There is only one meal left of it, an I will not be the one eating it. Maybe...
Goals:
Increase running workouts and distance (Solid 7K by March 30)
Additional 25mile+ bike ride per week (Totaling 2 long rides in addition to commuting/pie delivery)
Add 200 yards to swim
Plans for the week:
Monday: AM 6.5K (that's over 4 miles! Smokes!) Sets, 100 crunches, 25 obliques (each side), 60 lunges (weighted), 30 squats (weighted), 40 push ups (these seem to get more difficult, rather than easier)
PM Out with friends
Dinner: possibly out with friends or Parmagan chicken, polenta, aparagus
Tuesday: AM 6.5K run
PM: Swim 1200 yards (30 laps)
Dinner: Thai Curry
Wednesday: 6.5K run, Club Nike
PM: Bike ride--25-30 miles
Dinner: Chinese Chicken Salad
Thursday: AM: Long Ride 25-30 miles
PM: Swim 1200 yards, 30 laps
Dinner: Teriyaki salmon, stir-fry veggies, brown rice
Friday: AM: 6.75K run, Sets
PM: Line dancing (this is a really bad idea, I have no syncopated rhythm, and can be a liability, but it is a church activity... I cannot be held responsible if I am forced to dance in sync with others!)
Dinner: BBQ at said church activity
Saturday: AM: Swim 1200 yds
Clean the garage and prepare for yard sale
Dinner: quiche
Also this week, I will create a web domain for my pie shop. Anyone have any amazing ideas for a name for my shop? Pies on wheels? The Pie Peddler? The Pie Chart?
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Day 170: Bobcat
We slept today--like the dead. It was almost 1 am when we rolled out of bed bed and made breakfast. This is perhaps the tenth time in my life of doing this.
We rode our bikes with the intention of riding south to Oceanside, catching the train back home. We got to the water station in Woods Canyon and turned around and came back. On the way through woods canyon, we spotted an animal on the road ahead of us, lackadaisically making its way along the pavement. The long legs and puffed tail bespoke bobcat. We followed for several yards before it heard us and lazily made for the underbrush. I had time to grab my phone and take a shot with my camera. This was a lifer. We also spotted a kingfisher along the way back, this too, was a lifer. So cool.
Around the year 1982, my family took a road trip to Lester, Washington. It was a tiny village on a road that was far too long and windy. On the way, we spotted a large animal making its way down the road. It had a short, tufted tail, and big tufts on its ears and face. Its coat was paler than the bobcat we saw today, and much bigger. We learned that it was a lynx, one of the more rare wild cats on this continent. I've often wondered the difference between bobcat and a lynx. I also just learned that the tiny town of Lester is actually now a ghost town. I wonder where the family is that we visited there (the town consisted of 6 families, 24 people total).
Tonight we went to the opening of Private Lives at Laguna Playhouse. Interesting show, lots of people laughing in the audience. It is a show about two couples who are on their honeymoons at a hotel, they share a balcony. It turns out that one partner in each marriage had been married and divorced--to each other. It was well played, the costumes were beautiful. I'm just not very comfortable with anger and couples fighting all night. So not what my marriage/life is about.
We rode our bikes with the intention of riding south to Oceanside, catching the train back home. We got to the water station in Woods Canyon and turned around and came back. On the way through woods canyon, we spotted an animal on the road ahead of us, lackadaisically making its way along the pavement. The long legs and puffed tail bespoke bobcat. We followed for several yards before it heard us and lazily made for the underbrush. I had time to grab my phone and take a shot with my camera. This was a lifer. We also spotted a kingfisher along the way back, this too, was a lifer. So cool.
Around the year 1982, my family took a road trip to Lester, Washington. It was a tiny village on a road that was far too long and windy. On the way, we spotted a large animal making its way down the road. It had a short, tufted tail, and big tufts on its ears and face. Its coat was paler than the bobcat we saw today, and much bigger. We learned that it was a lynx, one of the more rare wild cats on this continent. I've often wondered the difference between bobcat and a lynx. I also just learned that the tiny town of Lester is actually now a ghost town. I wonder where the family is that we visited there (the town consisted of 6 families, 24 people total).
Tonight we went to the opening of Private Lives at Laguna Playhouse. Interesting show, lots of people laughing in the audience. It is a show about two couples who are on their honeymoons at a hotel, they share a balcony. It turns out that one partner in each marriage had been married and divorced--to each other. It was well played, the costumes were beautiful. I'm just not very comfortable with anger and couples fighting all night. So not what my marriage/life is about.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Day 168: The Pie Experiment
There is a woman in San Fransisco who sells pies from her bike. She travels around to different areas and delivers cupcake sized pies. It seems that she has a thriving business. I'm wondering if I could do the same thing within my perimeter in Orange County, CA. I wonder if there is a market for pie delivery here. This afternoon, I tried my hand at baking mini pies. They are a whole lot more work than cupcakes, but I am really pleased with the results. Tomorrow, I will take these pies to some of the people I know and love around town and see if I can entice them into ordering pies, cookies and cakes in the future. My fridge is full of mini blueberry/apple/ pineapple pies, meat pies and peanut butter cream pies. My crust is almost perfect--tender, flaky and golden.
It was a long baking day. Around 6:30, I finally sat down to eat without my JE. He was working late and I was hungry. I didn't realize how hungry, until my hands were shaking as I took my first bite, no fuel since my salad at lunch.
We slept really late, making JE late for work today. He has been working a lot of overtime and not getting home until late, we needed the sleep. I chatted with my sisters as I cycled the back bay.
I got lost in my swim tonight. 25 straight laps. My arms were tired from all of my baking and biking. I am ready for some serious sleep.
It was a long baking day. Around 6:30, I finally sat down to eat without my JE. He was working late and I was hungry. I didn't realize how hungry, until my hands were shaking as I took my first bite, no fuel since my salad at lunch.
We slept really late, making JE late for work today. He has been working a lot of overtime and not getting home until late, we needed the sleep. I chatted with my sisters as I cycled the back bay.
I got lost in my swim tonight. 25 straight laps. My arms were tired from all of my baking and biking. I am ready for some serious sleep.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Day 167: Ideas
Running this morning, in the clean and fresh air, got my mind whirring. Projects. I am really good at projects. Today was my last day working for ??? and I need to make a list of things I want to do.
This month's Sunset Magazine, featured a little article I find really inspiring. I wonder if I'll sleep tonight... It might be a lists night. Same principles apply: Set a goal, make a plan, find my rhythm, set my intention, keep on going until the thing is accomplished. Curious...
JE and I ran our 6.51 kilometers. Longest distance yet. My mantra song this morning was James Brown's, "I Feel Good," with the brass bridge setting the pace up hills. I love that it's dark when we set out and light when we get back home.
When we got back home, JE set up the Club Nike circuit trainer. It was a lot to ask our of our bodies so early and without breakfast, but we did it. We were dripping sweat, our muscles were burning, but we did it.
This month's Sunset Magazine, featured a little article I find really inspiring. I wonder if I'll sleep tonight... It might be a lists night. Same principles apply: Set a goal, make a plan, find my rhythm, set my intention, keep on going until the thing is accomplished. Curious...
JE and I ran our 6.51 kilometers. Longest distance yet. My mantra song this morning was James Brown's, "I Feel Good," with the brass bridge setting the pace up hills. I love that it's dark when we set out and light when we get back home.
When we got back home, JE set up the Club Nike circuit trainer. It was a lot to ask our of our bodies so early and without breakfast, but we did it. We were dripping sweat, our muscles were burning, but we did it.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Day 165: Pi Day 3/14
The first 4 days of my cycling journey down the coast, my sister accompanied me. On our last day together, we stopped at Mo's in Lincoln City. As cycle tourists, we had a no-holds-barred attitude toward food (who am I kidding, I still do!) When our waitress came around offering dessert, we said, yes, please! That was my first taste of Peanut butter cream pie. In honor of Pi(e) Day, I experimented with a recipe out of Joy of Cooking. It turned out really well.
Peanut Butter Cream Pie
Have ready:
9" Graham cracker crust (see recipe below)
Whip until stiff peaks form:
1 cup cold heavy cream
Blend on medium speed:
8 oz cream cheese at room temperature
6 oz peanut butter (smooth or creamy)
1/2 cup sugar
2 tsp vanilla
With a rubber spatuala, fold in 1/4 of the cream into the peanut butter mixture. Mix in the rest of the cream, just until the mixture is consistent. Smooth into crust and refrigerate for as long as you can stand it (4 hours is optimal).
Melt 4 oz chocolate with 2 tsp butter and 1/3 cup heavy cream in the microwave for 45 seconds. Let stand 1 minute and then stir until smooth. Let cool slightly then spread over pie. Cool in fridge until set. Stores for up to 3 days (if it stays around that long!)
Graham Cracker Crust
Whirl in food processor until well combined:
1 1/2 cup finely ground graham crackers
6 Tbs butter, melted
1/4 cup sugar
Press mixture into pie pan. To create a uniform surface, use the bottom of a glass.
Freeze for a bit while making filling.
We pushed the clocks forward this weekend, and I slept poorly. This morning, the only thing that could move me out of bed was the realization of my risotto turning to fat and weighing me down. I needed my run! My motto is: you only need one reason to do something, everything else is an excuse! At 6, JE and I got up and ran 6.3 kilometers. Lance Armstrong congratulated me on my longest workout yet.
Tonight, I earned my pie by swimming more than half a mile without stopping. I just wanted to see if I could do it. Lately, I've been thinking about the boundaries I set for myself. When I tell myself that I am going to run ___ distance, I accomplish it. There is more in me, I am not falling over with fatigue by the time I'm done. I need to experiment with this notion of endurance boundaries, when I have some time off.
Peanut Butter Cream Pie
Have ready:
9" Graham cracker crust (see recipe below)
Whip until stiff peaks form:
1 cup cold heavy cream
Blend on medium speed:
8 oz cream cheese at room temperature
6 oz peanut butter (smooth or creamy)
1/2 cup sugar
2 tsp vanilla
With a rubber spatuala, fold in 1/4 of the cream into the peanut butter mixture. Mix in the rest of the cream, just until the mixture is consistent. Smooth into crust and refrigerate for as long as you can stand it (4 hours is optimal).
Melt 4 oz chocolate with 2 tsp butter and 1/3 cup heavy cream in the microwave for 45 seconds. Let stand 1 minute and then stir until smooth. Let cool slightly then spread over pie. Cool in fridge until set. Stores for up to 3 days (if it stays around that long!)
Graham Cracker Crust
Whirl in food processor until well combined:
1 1/2 cup finely ground graham crackers
6 Tbs butter, melted
1/4 cup sugar
Press mixture into pie pan. To create a uniform surface, use the bottom of a glass.
Freeze for a bit while making filling.
We pushed the clocks forward this weekend, and I slept poorly. This morning, the only thing that could move me out of bed was the realization of my risotto turning to fat and weighing me down. I needed my run! My motto is: you only need one reason to do something, everything else is an excuse! At 6, JE and I got up and ran 6.3 kilometers. Lance Armstrong congratulated me on my longest workout yet.
Tonight, I earned my pie by swimming more than half a mile without stopping. I just wanted to see if I could do it. Lately, I've been thinking about the boundaries I set for myself. When I tell myself that I am going to run ___ distance, I accomplish it. There is more in me, I am not falling over with fatigue by the time I'm done. I need to experiment with this notion of endurance boundaries, when I have some time off.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Day 164: Rest Day
We spent the day with my Gram. She has been water-colored landscapes, flowers, trees,and birds and for a number of years, but recently decided that she would like to branch out. She is taking up figure drawing and would eventually like to paint costumes. She told me that she needs to practice her figure drawing, so she can get good at it. Did I mention she is 91? She will never be old.
We spent this evening with my sister-in-law, SL, and her husband. It was a lot of fun. We took them to our Argentine restaurant for dinner. So yummy, and such a great atmosphere. It is the kind of place, where people can just sit and talk forever. I had the risotto nettune--with asparagus, giant shrimp and scallops. Absolutely decadent.
Plan for the week
Monday: AM Run 6K, 2 Sets= 30 push ups, 50 sit ups (crunches) 24 sit ups (obliques), 30 lunges each leg, 30 squats; bike with JE to work
PM: Swim 25 laps
Dinner: Meatballs, spaghetti, spinach salad
Tuesday: AM: Circuit training with Nike Training Club app (we shall see how this goes)
Bike to work
PM: Swim 25 laps
Dinner: Thai Curry and Jasmine rice (on a Thai curry kick because it is so dang fast, fresh and easy)
Wednesday: AM: Run 6.25 K
PM: Head to see Claire in LB
Dinner: Borscht and black bread from the Russian Market
Thursday: AM: quick ride Mountain to Sea trail, 2 Sets
PM: Swim 25 laps, or 1000 yards
Dinner: Corned Beef and Cabbage with Irish soda bread
Friday: AM: Run 6.5 K
PM: Something fun that includes friends?
Dinner: Hoping this is the day for Umami with BC? Geez!
Saturday: Long, lazy, fun bike ride, 2 Sets
Dinner: Easy and cheap
We spent this evening with my sister-in-law, SL, and her husband. It was a lot of fun. We took them to our Argentine restaurant for dinner. So yummy, and such a great atmosphere. It is the kind of place, where people can just sit and talk forever. I had the risotto nettune--with asparagus, giant shrimp and scallops. Absolutely decadent.
Plan for the week
Monday: AM Run 6K, 2 Sets= 30 push ups, 50 sit ups (crunches) 24 sit ups (obliques), 30 lunges each leg, 30 squats; bike with JE to work
PM: Swim 25 laps
Dinner: Meatballs, spaghetti, spinach salad
Tuesday: AM: Circuit training with Nike Training Club app (we shall see how this goes)
Bike to work
PM: Swim 25 laps
Dinner: Thai Curry and Jasmine rice (on a Thai curry kick because it is so dang fast, fresh and easy)
Wednesday: AM: Run 6.25 K
PM: Head to see Claire in LB
Dinner: Borscht and black bread from the Russian Market
Thursday: AM: quick ride Mountain to Sea trail, 2 Sets
PM: Swim 25 laps, or 1000 yards
Dinner: Corned Beef and Cabbage with Irish soda bread
Friday: AM: Run 6.5 K
PM: Something fun that includes friends?
Dinner: Hoping this is the day for Umami with BC? Geez!
Saturday: Long, lazy, fun bike ride, 2 Sets
Dinner: Easy and cheap
Day 163:
One of my favorite things about California, is the flora. All year long, we are treated with an amazing array of flowers. Today, riding up to Santiago Canyon, we saw carpets of purple and yellow. It was such a great ride!
We left from home around 2 pm and took a lackadaisical route to the canyon. It was about 15 miles uphill, until we reached the first of the downhill glides. The wind was against us, so we got a heck of a workout. By the time we reached the grocery stores on Jamboree, we were feeling tired. We headed to the strip mall to see what fare we could come up with. Outside the Albertsons, there was a BBQ fundraiser for Muscular Dystrophy Association. Sausage sandwiches were $3, corn on the cob $1. All in all, with 30 miles behind us, and 14 miles to go to get home, it was a needed bit of energy.
We also had to make up our circuit training for the week. This morning, before our ride, we tried the Club Nike app. It is effective; I was dripping sweat by the time we were done.
So, we just watched 2012. Did anyone else laugh at the complete stupidity of the movie? No offense to anyone who loved it, but can I have my 2 hours back?
We left from home around 2 pm and took a lackadaisical route to the canyon. It was about 15 miles uphill, until we reached the first of the downhill glides. The wind was against us, so we got a heck of a workout. By the time we reached the grocery stores on Jamboree, we were feeling tired. We headed to the strip mall to see what fare we could come up with. Outside the Albertsons, there was a BBQ fundraiser for Muscular Dystrophy Association. Sausage sandwiches were $3, corn on the cob $1. All in all, with 30 miles behind us, and 14 miles to go to get home, it was a needed bit of energy.
We also had to make up our circuit training for the week. This morning, before our ride, we tried the Club Nike app. It is effective; I was dripping sweat by the time we were done.
So, we just watched 2012. Did anyone else laugh at the complete stupidity of the movie? No offense to anyone who loved it, but can I have my 2 hours back?
Friday, March 11, 2011
Day 162: Tsunami
When we sat down to dinner on Boxing Day in 2004, we asked our waiter how his day had been. He replied that it was not good, he couldn't get a hold of his family for a very long time. We were cruising the West Indies on a small cruise ship and he had spent the bulk of the day ashore, on pay phones trying to call Sri Lanka. Because of our blissful-vacation-ignorance, we'd had no idea the magnitude of that tsunami. It wasn't until we got home to the States, that we realized the devastation. Our waiter had gotten in touch with his family, and all were safe; but I think about his desperate plight to get in touch with loved ones during those terrifying hours.
I spent my lunch hour on the beach in Laguna Beach, watching the gentle waves lap the sand. There was more devastation to the boardwalks and pylons because of the storms this winter, than there was any evidence of destructive tsunami, today. Thankfully. I feel so sad for Japan.
I spoke with my Stephanie today. She is doing OK. Her knee hasn't had pain for a while, but she is still on the wait and see what happens plan. Never a satisfactory plan when dealing with major health issues.
My (6K!) run this morning, was deeply satisfying, sunny and beautiful. The swallows are starting to show up, filling the sky around bridges and overpasses with whirring scissor-tailed birds. They are building mud-pockets under bridges, getting ready for the next generation of swallow.
I spent my lunch hour on the beach in Laguna Beach, watching the gentle waves lap the sand. There was more devastation to the boardwalks and pylons because of the storms this winter, than there was any evidence of destructive tsunami, today. Thankfully. I feel so sad for Japan.
I spoke with my Stephanie today. She is doing OK. Her knee hasn't had pain for a while, but she is still on the wait and see what happens plan. Never a satisfactory plan when dealing with major health issues.
My (6K!) run this morning, was deeply satisfying, sunny and beautiful. The swallows are starting to show up, filling the sky around bridges and overpasses with whirring scissor-tailed birds. They are building mud-pockets under bridges, getting ready for the next generation of swallow.
Day 161: Eggs and Birds
I worked today, down in Laguna Beach. With the sea so tantalizingly close, it was hard to keep my lunch break within the allotted time. It's a good thing we got our ride in earlier, with the view of the sea and the Back Bay. Twenty six miles.
There is a nature center at the mouth of the road that winds around the Back Bay. On a tall wooden pole, is a platform where osprey nest. A couple years ago, I was told that this place was the only known place in southern California where osprey nest. Apparently, the birds were knocked out by DDT decades ago, and only recently have been making a come back.
At Elbow Lake in Oregon, I was privileged to see a dozen or more osprey gliding overhead, chirping in the trees, hunting and diving into the lake. It was so cool to be part of that: I stood on the side of the road, straddling my bike, eating the last of my bread. My heart soars with birds.
Swimming tonight. Twelve hundred eighty yards.
Lately, my appetite has been a bit bunk. Low blood sugar is not a mood lifter, and sometimes I don't recognize that as the problem. I get grumbly and impatient, and rather than eat something to fix the problem, I walk away and find something else to do. After we swam tonight, I knew I needed to eat, but couldn't muster the energy to make anything. Eggs to the rescue. Rice is easy. And those snowpeas made a simple stirfry with an onion and garlic. It was so pure and good. Just what I needed.
Now for sleep.
There is a nature center at the mouth of the road that winds around the Back Bay. On a tall wooden pole, is a platform where osprey nest. A couple years ago, I was told that this place was the only known place in southern California where osprey nest. Apparently, the birds were knocked out by DDT decades ago, and only recently have been making a come back.
At Elbow Lake in Oregon, I was privileged to see a dozen or more osprey gliding overhead, chirping in the trees, hunting and diving into the lake. It was so cool to be part of that: I stood on the side of the road, straddling my bike, eating the last of my bread. My heart soars with birds.
Swimming tonight. Twelve hundred eighty yards.
Lately, my appetite has been a bit bunk. Low blood sugar is not a mood lifter, and sometimes I don't recognize that as the problem. I get grumbly and impatient, and rather than eat something to fix the problem, I walk away and find something else to do. After we swam tonight, I knew I needed to eat, but couldn't muster the energy to make anything. Eggs to the rescue. Rice is easy. And those snowpeas made a simple stirfry with an onion and garlic. It was so pure and good. Just what I needed.
Now for sleep.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Day 159: Onesie day
A year ago, I woke up with a happy dream. I was standing in the middle of a huge field of white flowers, collecting star jasmine and sweet peas to celebrate "Onesie Day," a day to commemorate the unique singularity of each individual on earth.
So, Happy Onesie Day! You are unique, and wonderful in that uniqueness. Every soul on earth has a purpose and is important. Thank you for being you!
Today was fun. With the need to celebrate the individual on my mind, I set off on one of my long bike rides. There are several people I see regularly on my trail. There is a woman who looks like she could have been a Sex Pistols groupie. She is 60ish, has short black spiky hair and heavy black eyeliner. Around the same time everyday, she is on the trail, walking with a harsh solid gait that tells a lot of tales. Her ears are always plugged with ear buds which emanate loud punk music. The punk in me is drawn to her, but she never looks up to make eye contact, chewing her gum. One day I was on my bike headed the opposite direction she was walking. I was perhaps 30 feet from her when her arms reached up, she skipped and danced for 2 steps. And that was it, just that touch of magic, that jubilation of being alive and moving.
Around the Back Bay in Newport Beach, there is often a man with an unbalanced run: one leg dragging a bit behind as he runs. I've often wondered about him, he is there so often when I am: is he a stroke victim? An accident? MS? I don't know, but I see him hash it out, striving-thriving. He is an older man with a gray ponytail. He gives me courage and inspires me. Today, I saw him on his bike-headed inland, as I was headed to the sea; he was complete, no imbalance, just ease.
When I got to the Pacific Coast Highway, I saw a car full of young women wearing rainbow curly wigs and funny noses.
On the Boardwalk in Huntington Beach, I frequently encounter a man on a recumbent tricycle. His name is Carmine and he has been riding the boardwalk everyday for 11 years. He said he was in New Hampshire, but it was too cold.
Everywhere I look, I see people with remarkable stories. So many people with so much joy and sadness, all just doing the best they can with what they have. It's such a beautiful life.
When I got home, I was desperately hungry. There was a box of cereal on the counter, so I poured and covered it with fresh, sliced banana and pecans. I went to lay in bed for a few and woke up 2 hours later. I guess I'm out of shape to be doing my 50 mile bike rides.
When JE got home, we put on our suits and went for a swim. 22 laps (880 yards), plus the warm up and cool down.
We made our Thai curry this evening using a different coconut milk than our usual (something I bought on sale a while back--by the case). Chaokoh brand coconut milk is so rich and creamy! So superior to Nuoc Cot Dua. Also, Shrimp and snowpeas were on sale, so our table was graced.
So, Happy Onesie Day! You are unique, and wonderful in that uniqueness. Every soul on earth has a purpose and is important. Thank you for being you!
Today was fun. With the need to celebrate the individual on my mind, I set off on one of my long bike rides. There are several people I see regularly on my trail. There is a woman who looks like she could have been a Sex Pistols groupie. She is 60ish, has short black spiky hair and heavy black eyeliner. Around the same time everyday, she is on the trail, walking with a harsh solid gait that tells a lot of tales. Her ears are always plugged with ear buds which emanate loud punk music. The punk in me is drawn to her, but she never looks up to make eye contact, chewing her gum. One day I was on my bike headed the opposite direction she was walking. I was perhaps 30 feet from her when her arms reached up, she skipped and danced for 2 steps. And that was it, just that touch of magic, that jubilation of being alive and moving.
Around the Back Bay in Newport Beach, there is often a man with an unbalanced run: one leg dragging a bit behind as he runs. I've often wondered about him, he is there so often when I am: is he a stroke victim? An accident? MS? I don't know, but I see him hash it out, striving-thriving. He is an older man with a gray ponytail. He gives me courage and inspires me. Today, I saw him on his bike-headed inland, as I was headed to the sea; he was complete, no imbalance, just ease.
When I got to the Pacific Coast Highway, I saw a car full of young women wearing rainbow curly wigs and funny noses.
On the Boardwalk in Huntington Beach, I frequently encounter a man on a recumbent tricycle. His name is Carmine and he has been riding the boardwalk everyday for 11 years. He said he was in New Hampshire, but it was too cold.
Everywhere I look, I see people with remarkable stories. So many people with so much joy and sadness, all just doing the best they can with what they have. It's such a beautiful life.
When I got home, I was desperately hungry. There was a box of cereal on the counter, so I poured and covered it with fresh, sliced banana and pecans. I went to lay in bed for a few and woke up 2 hours later. I guess I'm out of shape to be doing my 50 mile bike rides.
When JE got home, we put on our suits and went for a swim. 22 laps (880 yards), plus the warm up and cool down.
We made our Thai curry this evening using a different coconut milk than our usual (something I bought on sale a while back--by the case). Chaokoh brand coconut milk is so rich and creamy! So superior to Nuoc Cot Dua. Also, Shrimp and snowpeas were on sale, so our table was graced.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Day 158: Am I really doing this?
I posted, yesterday, on my blogger. Over 40 people so far, have read that entry. Writing is a way to tally up my day, make me accountable for my actions and training, set goals. It helps me relax at times, and gives me terrible angst at other times.
When I first sat down to write my entries about my training, it was as new to me as all of the training. With running, I learned to pace myself, find rhythm in my breath, set my intention, improve my capacity, complete my action. Writing has the same pattern. I’m finding that every good thing in life has this pattern.
Right now, I am trying to decide if I continue to post daily, or if I post weekly or sporadically. No. Sporadically is out, there is no symmetry there, no rhythm. Part of my dilemma is that I want to write something else, something I have been thinking about for a long time and need to finally let it out, possibly for publishing (is it wrong to set a goal to be on Oprah’s book club? Does she even do that anymore?). I will continue to log my progress, but do I make it public? Making it public translates to making it interesting, and if my effort is going elsewhere, will I have it in me to do both? (Pace myself, find my rhythm, set my intention, improve my capacity, complete my action)
We ran this morning, not as far as planned: only a couple miles. The morning was bright and wet as we set out, the earth moving in orbit toward Spring. It’s nice that the days are getting warmer and longer. As I ran, I thought about adding a kilometer in this first week of recovery from race and recuperation from being ill and the need to reshuffle that program. Also, JE recognized our 8 week lapse. After 8 weeks of going strong, we tend to fall off the wagon for a couple weeks. At this point, We can’t afford to do that. I read a training program that has 3 solid progressively difficult weeks of training, followed by one week of relaxed, fun training. That sounds like a great way to fight fatigue and keep us on track. Rethinking some ideas.
Swimming is an amazing thing. My back feels so strong and pliable afterward and I feel so rejuvenated. I love that! After my 800 yards, I tried to do my cool down laps. I love to swim the bottom of the pool, from one end to the other, for as long as I can hold my breath. Tonight, however, 4 feet was my maximum depth, before my sinuses started singing like dolphins and my head felt like it was going to explode.
Dinner was so yummy! Cheese curls over broccoli with Mornay sauce=100% yummy!
When I first sat down to write my entries about my training, it was as new to me as all of the training. With running, I learned to pace myself, find rhythm in my breath, set my intention, improve my capacity, complete my action. Writing has the same pattern. I’m finding that every good thing in life has this pattern.
Right now, I am trying to decide if I continue to post daily, or if I post weekly or sporadically. No. Sporadically is out, there is no symmetry there, no rhythm. Part of my dilemma is that I want to write something else, something I have been thinking about for a long time and need to finally let it out, possibly for publishing (is it wrong to set a goal to be on Oprah’s book club? Does she even do that anymore?). I will continue to log my progress, but do I make it public? Making it public translates to making it interesting, and if my effort is going elsewhere, will I have it in me to do both? (Pace myself, find my rhythm, set my intention, improve my capacity, complete my action)
We ran this morning, not as far as planned: only a couple miles. The morning was bright and wet as we set out, the earth moving in orbit toward Spring. It’s nice that the days are getting warmer and longer. As I ran, I thought about adding a kilometer in this first week of recovery from race and recuperation from being ill and the need to reshuffle that program. Also, JE recognized our 8 week lapse. After 8 weeks of going strong, we tend to fall off the wagon for a couple weeks. At this point, We can’t afford to do that. I read a training program that has 3 solid progressively difficult weeks of training, followed by one week of relaxed, fun training. That sounds like a great way to fight fatigue and keep us on track. Rethinking some ideas.
Swimming is an amazing thing. My back feels so strong and pliable afterward and I feel so rejuvenated. I love that! After my 800 yards, I tried to do my cool down laps. I love to swim the bottom of the pool, from one end to the other, for as long as I can hold my breath. Tonight, however, 4 feet was my maximum depth, before my sinuses started singing like dolphins and my head felt like it was going to explode.
Dinner was so yummy! Cheese curls over broccoli with Mornay sauce=100% yummy!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Day 157: Rest Day
Post Race, last week, within hours I felt the tingles of a nice little cold. Last Sunday, I was fighting hard, but by Monday evening, I was fevered and chilled.
Tuesday, I went to work late (they had me back another week, as my coworker's father passed away). We had most things wearable by Dress Rehearsal, and everything tied up with a little bow by opening. It is a beautiful show.
Because of my congestion, training took a hiatus for the week. There have been times, I wasn't sure if my body ached because I was fevered or atrophied. This week was a complete bust, except for the little ride by the beach yesterday.
Today, we went to Crystal Cove for a walk. It was late afternoon and as we made our way toward a path to the beach, a cycle-tourist couple rode past. I called to them, asking where they had been and where they were going. They were headed home to Ohio, having started their journey in the wrong state at the wrong time of year: Oregon on the coast in 35 degree weather a week ago and had decided to jump on a train instead of endure the biting cold of the North Coast (it was so cold, even in July!). They are going to travel through the southern region toward Ohio, and hoping for some warm weather. I offered shelter for the night, but they were excited to sleep by the beach. They rode on. (If any readers come across a young man and a young woman, traveling by bike with sleeping bags on their handlebars trying to dry out; please let them in, they might be cold)
Yesterday was fun. Here's the truth: I have continued to log; privately. I have created a habit. It is a happy thing and it keeps me motivated: I hate the entries that I haven't done anything worthy.
So, about yesterday. Here is part of my entry:
Day 156: Cupcakes
Lemon Meringue Cupcakes
1-2-3-4 cake
Sift and set a side
10.5 oz sifted cake flour
2.5 tsp baking powder
½ tsp salt
mix 1 cup milk with 2 tsp vanilla, set aside
beat until creamy and pale
1 cup unsalted butter
10.5 oz sugar
Add one at a time and beat until incorporated into mixture
4 egg yolks
Add ⅓ the flour, mix
Add ½ the milk mixture, mix
repeat, ending with the remaining flour
In a separate bowl, beat 4 egg whites until foamy
Slowly add ⅓ cup sugar and beat until almost stiff
Fold ¼ the egg whites into the batter and then fold in the remaining egg whites
Divide into lined muffin tins, being careful not to overfill.
Bake at 350 for around 20 minutes. Let stand in pans for 5 minutes before removing to a cooling rack.
When cool, insert the large end of a chopstick into the center of the top of each cupcake to make room for the filling. Pipe Lemon Curd into each cake. Let set slightly and top with 7 minute frosting.
Lemon Curd:
Grate the peel from one lemon into small saucepan
Beat in ⅓ cup sugar and 2 egg yolks and 2 eggs (reserve whites for the frosting)
Add ½ cup fresh lemon juice
and 6 tbs butter
Whisk constantly on medium heat. When mixture starts to thicken and bubbles appear, turn heat down and whisk constantly for a couple minutes. Remove from heat and pour through a sieve into a heat proof bowl. Use a spatula to force through the sieve, if needed.
Add 1 tsp vanilla and let cool
7 Minute Frosting
In a stainless steal bowl, beat together:
2 egg whites
¼ tsp cream of tartar
5 tbs water
1 tbs corn syrup
10.5 oz sugar
Place bowl in a skillet of simmering water and beat constantly with an electric mixer until an instant read thermometer reaches 140. Set timer for 5 minutes and beat on high. Remove bowl from skillet and add 1 tsp vanilla.
After the cupcakes were ready, I slipped back in bed for a bit. It was such a nice day, though and I really needed to be outside. We took cupcakes to Josh, for his birthday. But wouldn’t you know it! He had gone home sick, an hour before.
So, we stopped by Starbucks for strawberry frappuchinos. Outside the Starbucks, was parked a really old Harley, with a sleeping bag on the handlebars and saddlebags on the back. Journeyman.
Inside, we made our order, and while we waited, I introduced myself to the obvious owner of the bike. Billy. When I asked where he had been, where he was going, and how long he had been out, he replied with a “we.” Instantly, my mind went to a riding partner, but then remembered the soloist-ness of the bike. The single sleeping bag. The placement of the saddlebags, which would have made a second rider impossible. And then I realized, the we, was the bike. They had been on the road together for 16 years, had visited over 800 dealerships, gone all around the Great Lakes region. Only in the past year, had he come to stay in southern California.
We talked awhile, he was reluctant to let us go. I remember the days of solitary riding, and the grocery store clerks who couldn't stop me from my chatter. I remember being desperate for a handshake, just to touch another human soul. I shook Billy’s hand several times as we parted, him wishing us safe travels.
My goal now is to run the San Diego Triathlon Classic in September, but our first Olympic distance tri will be in May, 12 weeks away. To do this, I will continue to enter triathlons, starting with a classic sprint (Swim, Bike, Run) as opposed to the reverse tri, which I just completed. For the next 12 weeks, I will need to add 5K to my run, 1,200 yards to my swim, and pick up speed on my bike. That means adding a kilometer of running every 2 weeks, 1oo yards of swimming every week and start spinning with a bit more vigor. JE is in. He pretty much rocks.
Plan for the week
Monday: AM Run 5K, 2 Sets= 30 push ups, 50 sit ups (crunches) 24 sit ups (obliques), 30 lunges each leg, 30 squats; bike with JE to work
PM: Swim 800 yards, or 20 laps
Dinner: Broccoli with Cheetos (replacing the heavy cream with 2% milk),
Steak and steamed red potatoes
Tuesday: AM: Circuit training with Nike Training Club app (we shall see how this goes)
Bike to work
PM: Swim 22 laps
Dinner: Thai Curry and Jasmine rice (on a Thai curry kick because it is so dang fast, fresh and easy)
Wednesday: AM: Run 5.25 K
PM: Hoping to catch the ever elusive BC and drag him of to Umami Burgers
Thursday: AM: quick ride Mountain to Sea trail, 2 Sets
PM: Swim 25 laps, or 900 yards
Dinner: Taco Salad
Friday: AM: Run 5.5 K (just do it, keep going! Live strong! I can do it!)
PM: Something fun that includes friends?
Dinner: Pasta with sausage?
Saturday: Long, lazy, fun bike ride, 2 Sets
Dinner: Battleship Tacos (if you like food, and you live local, you HAVE to TRY this! however, go inside the supermarket and pick up a Tepache--a fermented pineapple fizzy drink (no alcohol) while you wait for your magnificence to be prepared. Eat curbside while dining on the crates provided)
Tuesday, I went to work late (they had me back another week, as my coworker's father passed away). We had most things wearable by Dress Rehearsal, and everything tied up with a little bow by opening. It is a beautiful show.
Because of my congestion, training took a hiatus for the week. There have been times, I wasn't sure if my body ached because I was fevered or atrophied. This week was a complete bust, except for the little ride by the beach yesterday.
Today, we went to Crystal Cove for a walk. It was late afternoon and as we made our way toward a path to the beach, a cycle-tourist couple rode past. I called to them, asking where they had been and where they were going. They were headed home to Ohio, having started their journey in the wrong state at the wrong time of year: Oregon on the coast in 35 degree weather a week ago and had decided to jump on a train instead of endure the biting cold of the North Coast (it was so cold, even in July!). They are going to travel through the southern region toward Ohio, and hoping for some warm weather. I offered shelter for the night, but they were excited to sleep by the beach. They rode on. (If any readers come across a young man and a young woman, traveling by bike with sleeping bags on their handlebars trying to dry out; please let them in, they might be cold)
Yesterday was fun. Here's the truth: I have continued to log; privately. I have created a habit. It is a happy thing and it keeps me motivated: I hate the entries that I haven't done anything worthy.
So, about yesterday. Here is part of my entry:
Day 156: Cupcakes
Lemon Meringue Cupcakes
1-2-3-4 cake
Sift and set a side
10.5 oz sifted cake flour
2.5 tsp baking powder
½ tsp salt
mix 1 cup milk with 2 tsp vanilla, set aside
beat until creamy and pale
1 cup unsalted butter
10.5 oz sugar
Add one at a time and beat until incorporated into mixture
4 egg yolks
Add ⅓ the flour, mix
Add ½ the milk mixture, mix
repeat, ending with the remaining flour
In a separate bowl, beat 4 egg whites until foamy
Slowly add ⅓ cup sugar and beat until almost stiff
Fold ¼ the egg whites into the batter and then fold in the remaining egg whites
Divide into lined muffin tins, being careful not to overfill.
Bake at 350 for around 20 minutes. Let stand in pans for 5 minutes before removing to a cooling rack.
When cool, insert the large end of a chopstick into the center of the top of each cupcake to make room for the filling. Pipe Lemon Curd into each cake. Let set slightly and top with 7 minute frosting.
Lemon Curd:
Grate the peel from one lemon into small saucepan
Beat in ⅓ cup sugar and 2 egg yolks and 2 eggs (reserve whites for the frosting)
Add ½ cup fresh lemon juice
and 6 tbs butter
Whisk constantly on medium heat. When mixture starts to thicken and bubbles appear, turn heat down and whisk constantly for a couple minutes. Remove from heat and pour through a sieve into a heat proof bowl. Use a spatula to force through the sieve, if needed.
Add 1 tsp vanilla and let cool
7 Minute Frosting
In a stainless steal bowl, beat together:
2 egg whites
¼ tsp cream of tartar
5 tbs water
1 tbs corn syrup
10.5 oz sugar
Place bowl in a skillet of simmering water and beat constantly with an electric mixer until an instant read thermometer reaches 140. Set timer for 5 minutes and beat on high. Remove bowl from skillet and add 1 tsp vanilla.
After the cupcakes were ready, I slipped back in bed for a bit. It was such a nice day, though and I really needed to be outside. We took cupcakes to Josh, for his birthday. But wouldn’t you know it! He had gone home sick, an hour before.
So, we stopped by Starbucks for strawberry frappuchinos. Outside the Starbucks, was parked a really old Harley, with a sleeping bag on the handlebars and saddlebags on the back. Journeyman.
Inside, we made our order, and while we waited, I introduced myself to the obvious owner of the bike. Billy. When I asked where he had been, where he was going, and how long he had been out, he replied with a “we.” Instantly, my mind went to a riding partner, but then remembered the soloist-ness of the bike. The single sleeping bag. The placement of the saddlebags, which would have made a second rider impossible. And then I realized, the we, was the bike. They had been on the road together for 16 years, had visited over 800 dealerships, gone all around the Great Lakes region. Only in the past year, had he come to stay in southern California.
We talked awhile, he was reluctant to let us go. I remember the days of solitary riding, and the grocery store clerks who couldn't stop me from my chatter. I remember being desperate for a handshake, just to touch another human soul. I shook Billy’s hand several times as we parted, him wishing us safe travels.
My goal now is to run the San Diego Triathlon Classic in September, but our first Olympic distance tri will be in May, 12 weeks away. To do this, I will continue to enter triathlons, starting with a classic sprint (Swim, Bike, Run) as opposed to the reverse tri, which I just completed. For the next 12 weeks, I will need to add 5K to my run, 1,200 yards to my swim, and pick up speed on my bike. That means adding a kilometer of running every 2 weeks, 1oo yards of swimming every week and start spinning with a bit more vigor. JE is in. He pretty much rocks.
Plan for the week
Monday: AM Run 5K, 2 Sets= 30 push ups, 50 sit ups (crunches) 24 sit ups (obliques), 30 lunges each leg, 30 squats; bike with JE to work
PM: Swim 800 yards, or 20 laps
Dinner: Broccoli with Cheetos (replacing the heavy cream with 2% milk),
Steak and steamed red potatoes
Tuesday: AM: Circuit training with Nike Training Club app (we shall see how this goes)
Bike to work
PM: Swim 22 laps
Dinner: Thai Curry and Jasmine rice (on a Thai curry kick because it is so dang fast, fresh and easy)
Wednesday: AM: Run 5.25 K
PM: Hoping to catch the ever elusive BC and drag him of to Umami Burgers
Thursday: AM: quick ride Mountain to Sea trail, 2 Sets
PM: Swim 25 laps, or 900 yards
Dinner: Taco Salad
Friday: AM: Run 5.5 K (just do it, keep going! Live strong! I can do it!)
PM: Something fun that includes friends?
Dinner: Pasta with sausage?
Saturday: Long, lazy, fun bike ride, 2 Sets
Dinner: Battleship Tacos (if you like food, and you live local, you HAVE to TRY this! however, go inside the supermarket and pick up a Tepache--a fermented pineapple fizzy drink (no alcohol) while you wait for your magnificence to be prepared. Eat curbside while dining on the crates provided)
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