will run for sanity
I recently purchased myself a super-fly turquoise Team Sparkle skirt, and am totally pumped about it.
I am pretty sure it’s going to make its appearance at the February marathon, although, it might come out a little sooner, because, well, it’s awesome. It would have, absolutely, come in handy for our Baltimore Running Festival relay team last month!
You know you want one.
Monday: Cross/Strength Elliptical + Yoga
Tuesday: 3 m run 3.35 m run
Wednesday: 5 m run 5.4 m run
Thursday: 3 m run 3.5 m run + Pilates+ lonnng walk with stroller
Friday: Rest/Cross
Saturday: 10 m run
Sunday: Cross
Additionally, the “detox of the week” for the pre-holiday challenge I am doing at my gym, has us on a zero alcohol week, in addition to clocking 8 workouts. I rocked no-sugar week (well, a couple of sugar-choices that were really out of my control…margaritas at a political win celebration party? How could I say no?!) and saw some results on the scale. I go for my official weigh-in/measurements/body fat composition for the week later this afternoon.
Well, it really doesn’t. The vast majority of what he does eat is usually pretty healthy, he’s just missing a few key components: Lean protein and vegetables. We’ve tried just about everything under the sun, and even contemplated buying ourselves a bottle of good champagne for A and I to share after B’s successful completion of half of a cheese quesadilla. But nothing really works.
I’ve spent a fair amount of time fighting with him, taking criticism from other moms, and just feeling an intense amount of guilt and failure.
Then I read this, and it was like a total hallelujah! moment. And then I remembered that he’s four. And four year olds like to eat chicken nuggets, apple slices, pizza and baby-bel cheese. And yogurt. And applesauce. And bananas.
So he’s not eating broccoli every night? Oh well. His diet could be much worse. He’s growing, he’s smart, he’s healthy, he’s got a killer sense of humor, and we’re doing the best we can each day
I’ve been on a cooking kick (cool weather always does this to me!) and spent a couple of hours pulling out some new recipes to try in the next few days.
I can’t wait to try this Quinoa Pie with Butternut Squash recipe that I found on Martha Stewart’s site.
Quinoa pie!
Mine, surely, won’t look this pretty! But, even my non-eater kid is excited to make this dish. Although, I think he thinks it’s dessert…
Update: This was PHENOMENAL. And while I didn’t have sage leaves, mine looked just as good, and probably tasted better.
I continuously wrestle with food, balance, eating, etc.. This blog post was good for me to read.
Okay, more than a week passed.
When I started this blog, I was a full time stay at home mom who worked on a project here and there. Today? I am a full time stay at home mom (with a kid in pre-school for over 20 hours a week) who works darn close to full time, too.
I love working from home, but I do also love traveling for my job. We are so fortunate that, the vast majority of the time, my husband’s job allows for us to make my travel schedule work with minimal disruption to our daily life.
I had to travel this week. This is also the same week that I started the Twenty-Five-2-a-day challenge with some of my favorite people at my gym. I love going to Tampa. I love the weather the vast majority of the time, and I love spending time with the people I see when I visit, but this trip was whirlwind. And by whirlwind, I mean early mornings, late nights, and ZERO time to workout.
I am not big on excuses. I can make them, but they usually don’t sway me. This week? I was too busy. So, if you didn’t bother to read the challenge link above, I’ll just let you know that I needed to do 8 workouts this week. I was gone Sunday night until late on Wednesday night…if you do the math, that means 4 days to do 8 workouts.
Today was day two, and I’ve gotten 3 of the 8 done. With the marathon training going on, the running is inevitable, but that’s only 3-4 of those workouts. I think I have a good plan for Saturday and Sunday, but tonight? It’s just me (A is out at a party), a glass of much deserved wine, the TiVo remote, and some Dancing with the Stars (yeah…from Monday), and some Words with Friends (or in my case, Words with Strangers) on the couch. Yes.
We moved from a large suburban house, into a significantly smaller, historically remodeled 1880 rowhouse in Baltimore earlier this year attempting to live a tad more simply, walk more, consume less, etc.
In my new “backyard,” I have this 32 square foot flower bed/garden that had oh-so-much potential. I decided to do a container garden this spring and carefully researched which plants I should grow, when I should plant them, and how to take care of them. I spent this entire dry, scorching hot summer religiously watering what was to be the produce my family consumed this summer.
Um, no. It just grew leaves. And some more leaves. And sometimes flowered. Well, I picked one squash, and had some pretty flowers for a week or two. But mostly, growth took over the entire garden area (and beyond). It became a joke; so much green, so much work, so little fruit. Since it’s November, I have been feeling a tad slacker-esque in that I haven’t pulled up the remains to be composted.
I guess I haven’t been out there in a few days, because I just opened up the study doors to go clean up a few things out there, and despite looking like this:
yes…that’s the tomato cage toppled over from the out of control tomato plant vines.
I noticed this:
And these:
So, while I won’t be canning sauces to last us through the winter, there might actually be some (and by some, I mean very little) pico de gallo in our not too distant future.
I accidentally missed week 1 of marathon training for my February race. Week 2 was on track until I missed the long run that I ended up making up for this morning…so:
Week 3:
Monday: Cross train: 7 mile long run missed on the weekend, plus 90 minutes hot vinyasa yoga
Tuesday: 3 m run: 3 m run
Wednesday: 4 m run Will need a re-do of this (probably divided up over a couple of days this week/end…long day, most of it spent in multiple doctor’s appointments…pooped!
Thursday: 3 m run
Friday: Rest
Saturday: 5 m run
Sunday: Cross train
I think I might have referenced earlier that I am having a hard time revving up to train (physically and mentally, for what it’s worth) this time around. I had to smile, and feel a little glad I am not entirely alone, when I found this email in my inbox this afternoon:
“I only ran my 7 b/c i knew you had, and that is a fact. That’s why we do this shit together. And b/c its more fun to drink with you after and laugh and sing let my people gooooooo.”
While it’s highly unlikely that you and your running friends sing “Let my people goooo” in the silly, deep voice that I do (usually bringing my gang into a fit of tears), it’s the little silly histories and fun things we do that make running, even when it feels hard and overly challenging, fun.
That said, do you have some motivating/inspirational running partners? I have a handful of them, and am awfully glad that I do!
