Today’s stats: 1.2 mile warm-up 8:15 pace barefoot 1 mile 8:19 pace in VFFs 2 miles 8:06 pace in sneakers .5 mile 8:00 pace in sneakers .5 mile 7:47 pace in sneakers Feet: sore. Toes: blistered. Ego: pumped. Will you look at that speed? Gonna keep cranking those number ‘til they’re all sub-eight.
Finally saw Avatar last night. And I have to say, I don’t see what all the fuss was about. Cool concept? Yes. Neat graphics? Yes. Storyline? Sure. But the lines? And the overall movie? Dumbed down. (That, and if we’re going to be picky about it, the few clips where computerized graphics and real life shots were patched together were pretty poor quality. Snapped me out of...
Run Like A Girl
On Saturday I had my best long run yet: twelve miles total, and clocked my first six at an average 8:40/mile pace. Stoked. Better yet, at the end, while I was tired and all too ready to stop, I wasn’t dying. I could’ve gone for thirteen or fourteen and been no worse for wear. The great pace for the first half was due to pacing myself with some dude who is far faster than me and an...
I spotted a monarch butterfly in our yard twice last week. Miami is obvs a standard pit stop along their migration route, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen them here before. It was so usual that I stopped and marveled both times. Big, beautiful, bright orange. And that insane trans-continental mileage? Pretty magnificent creatures.
We're All Doomed
My brother comes home tomorrow. We three don’t exactly do so well under the same roof. That right there is possibly the largest understatement in the history of the universe. My dad keeps declaring we’ll all live in harmony with “love and respect.” And while he says that now, he knows damn well he’s going to be pilfering my mom’s antidepressants by the...
First Barefoot Run!
On Monday after a grueling speed workout I ran barefoot outside for the first time. (!!!) I only ran half a mile as my cool down, and was pretty evenly divided between grass and pavement. After reporting my exciting news, Michael suggested I run barefoot as my warm-up, so my feet are fresh and eager, not tired or swollen from a workout. He also recommended going pavement (and similar) all the...
Run Like the City
If anyone knows where I can snag this shirt I’d be eternally grateful. Please and thank you.
On the Magic That Is Chia Seeds
Chia seeds are magic fairy dust. No, really. If you aren’t incorporating them into your diet, you should be. As in, drop everything and get yourself some chia seeds. Now. Go. I first started reading about chia seeds while I was abroad. They popped up in random articles or passing comments on blogs, and I kept going “what are these chia seeds everyone is so wild for??” Did...
Au Revoir, New York
Never did make it to Murray’s Bagels for my favorite bagel (whole wheat, untoasted, light cream cheese). Didn’t have pizza either. Which is ridiculous. Pizza and bagels were my top two for this trip. Especially bagels. I’ve been craving a good bagel since Korea. But I did get lots of everything else: Thai, Sushi, Greek, Indian, Argentinian — all yum. And booze. Oh,...
I very recently discovered kombucha. I’d heard of it before but dismissed it as another fad “health” drink that was really sugar camouflaged as antioxidants. And that was that. But I kept hearing about it and Brenna, a fellow health nut, openly endorsed it. So I checked my assumptions and did a little research. Turns out, kombucha is magic fairy juice. Kombucha is a naturally fermented...
Just Your Average Small Talk
Two weeks ago when I was hanging out with Neil in San Francisco I found myself having some fairly meaty conversations. Nothing particularly profound or philosophical, but more than your typical shoot-the-shit stuff. To the extent that I marveled “you’re not one for small talk, are you?” Neil asked me all sorts of questions. Religion and spirituality, the merits of various...
Battling the Bulge
It’s no secret that I gained weight in China. I’ve been bitching my face off since. I’ve tried to lose it. I’m still trying to lose it. You’d think things like running a two hundred mile relay and working out on a near-daily basis would amend the situation. Alas. As of a month ago I was still up ten pounds. TEN POUNDS. And then three days ago I weighed myself...
Well, he did it. Many of us weren’t sure he would. Shit, he wasn’t sure he would. College is for dorks and losers, after all. Insightful words from the graduate himself. He probably still thinks that way and has some convenient hypocritical loophole to exclude himself. I wouldn’t put it past him. Seven years. SEVEN YEARS! With enough drugs and girls to make a rockstar...
For all of you not in the running world, you may not know that barefoot running is all the rage right now. Well, not all the rage per say, but getting there. There’s definitely a movement, and it’s rapidly gaining popularity. Why would someone do something as ludicrous as run barefoot? Because it’s easier on your body and you sustain far fewer injuries over the long-term. ...
The last few public restrooms I’ve had the pleasure of visiting in the past couple of days have been atrocious. And I’m not talking about odors or negligence from the management and/or cleaning staff. The sinks and overall areas have been well-kept to the point that Mr. Clean would be satisfied. My gripe is with the individuals that manage to urinate all over the fucking place. For...
Is Masochism Genetic?
A few weeks ago I ran fourteen miles for the first time in my life. It was beyond difficult. After mile eleven my body was exhausted and wanted no part of running further; after mile thirteen my body nearly evicted me, with my knees screaming foul, my elbows spasming (I didn’t know elbows spasmed), and every muscle angry and revolting against me. That last mile may have been the hardest...
Coming Into My Prime
Last week in San Francisco I rendezvoused with Ellinor, somebody I’m head over heels bonkers for. We met several summers ago, when she subletted my then-roommate’s room for a couple of months. At the time I was all sorts of annoyed (and probably passive aggressive, shame on me) with Alison for subletting her room and leaving me with a stranger. Wtf?? But then Ellinor walked into my...
Spiced Cherry & Tomato Chutney
I made chutney for the first time tonight. It sort of evolved when trying to decide what to make for dinner. This is how my thought process goes: What to make? Pork, not beef. With what? Hmm, we have asparagus. And we’re overdue for beans. Oh. Chutney goes with pork. That’ll zip things up. I relayed this to my mom and she thinks there’s something wrong with me. Who makes...
The peonies Booger and I snagged for Pun are blossoming like crazy. Bright, vibrant, and intoxicating fresh flower smell — it’s impossible to walk past them and not be in a good mood. Swoon.
I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do know that...– (via sundaymorning) (via applebloggingjeans, robot-heart)
I Guess This Means I'm A Prude
I loved San Francisco. Had an absolute blast. That being said, there are two things I won’t miss about that place: 1. The stench of pot everywhere. EEEEEEVERYWHERE. People lighting blunts and bowls as they walk down the street, in parks, neighborhoods, even downtown. As well as at all hours of the day in the house that I stayed in. I don’t smoke, nor do I enjoy the smell of...
Traipsing & Tackling
Well no, I didn’t exactly do any tackling per say, but we sure did traipse our asses all over the place. And by “we” I mean me and Neil, he of the culinary delights from Tuesday night, who kindly offered (read: I shamelessly bullied) to show me around town. Turns out Neil is punctual, which means I barely managed to pull on a shirt by the time he came in the door. I threw...
Since I’d never been to San Francisco before and was already forking over the cash for the airfare for the race, I opted to hang out for the week. See the sights, catch up with friends, all that good stuff. I stayed with my friend Isaac, who had no shortage of entertaining (and yummy) things to do every night. Turns out I timed it just right, because on Tuesday the Mission Gastroclub had...
San Francisco MOMA
On Monday I kept with the theme of not enough sleep and woke up crazy early to drive into San Francisco with Christine. I then woke up poor Isaac too early for a Monday (or for any day, really) and was all “surprise! I’m early!” Spent the morning sucking down the internet like a starved person, and then promptly crashed for the duration of the afternoon. Deep, delicious,...
The cookies I made for The Relay are derived from Heidi Swanson’s 101 Cookbooks Marathon Cookie recipe. Heidi writes that she didn’t want her cookies to be too sweet, and that she was looking for bright, crisp flavors. I’m not a huge fan of the aniseed/licorice flavor, but wanted the “spice” pop she describes. I subbed a generous amount (heaping teaspoon and then...
Team EatBlogRun was incredible. What an amazing group of women. We had a fantastic weekend. I can’t seem to say that enough. EatBlogRun, aptly named, was made up of a group of bloggers. Most of the women have a serious following in the blogging world, with thousands of loyal readers logging onto their sites. Hence, my team was fortunate (savvy?) enough to work the sponsor angle. ...