92.2%

That is my final score.

This is my result for the 30 days of home eats.

Assuming 30 days x 3 meals = 90 meals

I ate out as follows:

1. My sister hosted a dinner with a dear family friend at a restaurant

2. My cousin moved to town and we were all out and about and STARVING so I hosted a lunch with them

3. I had to work on the weekend and the Cap and I were starving for lunch

4. A bunch of former colleagues got together (at the yummiest Thai place…they give you summer rolls to start!) for lunch

5. Dentist tried to kill me so I had a shake and string cheese for lunch to ease my suffering (Hi Speedy  )

6. Break between nephews’ soccer games and a run to Taco Time with my mom

7. Began a quest to find the best Fish and Chips in Seattle when TheCap’s family came to town



So, here are the common denominators: Work, family and tooth decay.

Solution: Quit (if only), disown family (nah, they’re nutty but I love em), let the rest of the teeth in my mouth rot out (possibly happening anyway)

Ok seriously, the common factors are time and planning. In almost every instance we wound up eating out because an activity overlapped a meal (typically, a weekend lunch) and we’d planned poorly around it. The other factor is the social aspect. A few times we were asked to go out with friends but instead countered with an invite for a home cooked meal (well, pizza both times). Heck, we even wound up eating in on the Cap’s birthday (which I hope didn’t deprive him).

I do realize what a privilege it is to be able to decide to just grab a bite on the go if it is easier or will enhance your experience. It is nice to have that luxury and I will be careful not to abuse it.

I was telling TheCap that I my best take away from this was that it really made me think about what I was going to eat. It is SO easy to be tired and hungry and lose all sanity and hit the Black Angus. There is a sense of calm and satisfaction when you put on your big girl pants and figure it out and feed yourself.

I kind of like keeping an informal score of how it is going overall.

The one interesting thing TheCap brought up was that these 30 days didn’t inspire a lot of new and creative recipes. Maybe before our next report card!

Terrible picture, yummy weekend b-fast

Homemade Pizza



Birthday Fiesta!

Birthday Cake

Potential fire hazard

Gratuitus shot of my cute Cuckoo-head nephew

Holy hills!

I am currently finishing up a 7-miler but I made the mistake of taking a new trail which leads to the backside of our place.

Oh
My
Goodness

I probably could have used climbing gear. Man, I suck at hills but these were ridiculous!
Take a look:












And I'm still not to the top

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Mushroom top shorts

I hate that I love my tri shorts. They're basically the only thing I like running in at all.

They never ride up and they are long enough to avoid my most dreaded running side effect...chaffing.

But they are patently unattractive.

Honestly, who thought it was a good idea to basically put rubber bands on your thighs and then get puffy and sweaty while you work out.

They're not cute but for the past few days I've run on my treadmill (!) in other non-mushroom-leg shorts and they drove me bananas pulling them down every couple of strides. Plus there was evidence of near chafe.

When I marathon trained I wore them on every long run and the marathon itself and I never had a chaffing issue at all.

If it aint broke and it is just unattractive, don't fix it, right?

I may need to add a 3rd pair to my arsenal and just resign myself to ugly yet comfy runs.

These are the ones:

Not cute but VERY functional (no riding up plus they have pockets!)

Time Flies

Ok, I guess this is a semi-obligatory reflective 9/11 post but, where the hell did time go?

Looking back on that scary day I feel like I was just a baby. 19 years old and so much left to figure out. The world seemed to be falling apart a bit.

Now it is NINE YEARS later. Holy hell!

I can't believe how much has happened since then. I was determined not to be scared by the crazy times I'd wound up in but I think what happened is, it didn't feel crazy. For me, life pretty much went on.

I finished school and started to make real life changing-type decisions.

I moved a couple times and wound up in WA and have not been in CA since 2003. I have nephews! And one of them just started school.

I have a job and sit in meetings. And sometimes people listen to what I have to say.

I realized how valuable I am to myself and that taking good care of my mind and body is not optional.

I found someone who made me see my future in a startling new way. And start to feel like there are at least two hearts that I have to take care of.

 

But there is still so much to figure out.

As most, I wanted to make the world a slightly better place. Or minimally be an active member of my community. I wanted to be a good friend to the people who always made me feel loved. I wanted to be loving to people who hadn't been as lucky as I to have encouraging people in their lives.

I guess I've dabbled in most of that but with an inconsistency that concerns me.

I have always said that I thought being an American was the best team I've ever been on. It's super cheesy but true. We fuck up. Pretty royally sometimes (watch a double feature of Charlie Wilson's War and The Kite Runner). But we're pretty damn awesome. And I need to get better at honoring the advantages that have come with the team.

Lately I've been kind of a self-pitying mope about how sad and hard life is. And it is. But I know it is sadder and harder for a lot of people. The fear and chaos of those people nine years ago, for example, is unfathomable. Even in my own life, people that I love have it much sadder and harder than I.

I can be sad and can acknowledge that things have been easier but I am going to try to appreciate that I have it in my grasp to make things better. That I have been given the gift of time to work on areas I feel I'm lacking and the luxury of being able to do it in this country where I have resources.

Sorry for the maudlin post. I'm a sob-fest lately.

It is here!

Our treadmill came today! I am super excited.

I love the idea that I can get a quick (or long) run in without having to add the time it takes to drive to the gym and back. 

We decided we were going to go lower end and get a starter model. I hemmed and hawed over which model to go with and FINALLY settled on getting a Nordictrack T5Zi (I think that is the link) because a) it was pretty well reviewed b) had the most powerful motor of the ones in its class and c) the one I wanted couldn't be delivered and this one could and was on sale.

It fit in the room pretty well! Hopefully it isn't too much of an eyesore.


My first run was 3miles at 6mph
It was AWESOME!

When I first stepped on it I was worried that the tread felt too cheap and I am VERY sensitive to jumpy treads so I had phantom jump worries.
I like the control panel and the ability to hit a speed or incline and then adjust

But it was all good! The run felt great. I like the display and it has an ipod jack and speakers.

I will run more and try to give a more detailed report after a few more runs but so far, so good.

After my run I shredded for day 7(!).

Then, to celebrate the new treadmill in our lives, we ate banana ice cream and brownies (which apparently I inhaled before getting a picture of which is a shame because it was YUMMY).

I can't believe we didn't get a pic but imagine
This

Plus one of these

I guess we'll just have to eat them again for a photo-op!

September thus far

30 Days of home cooking update:

 

Monday (8/30/10): Fail on dinner for me cause it was my crazy nephew's birthday but b-fast and lunch were good.

Tuesday (8/31/10): B-fast and lunch good and my super sweet sweetie made an amazing dinner of chicken shish tawook, rice, pita and salad with feta (why have I ignored feta for so long? Man that's good)

Wednesday (9/1/10): Again, super sweet sweetie came through and made an awesome dinner of salmon asparagus and leftover rice

Thursday (9/2/10): I was determined to be of use at dinner time but wound up working late so SSS made us a little bit of shrimp fried rice (still leftover from Tues) and an awesome salad with feta.

I am kicking myself for no photo documentation of our efforts. Maybe the next 26 days I'll be better.

 

I have had 2 pretty decent 5 mile runs indoors this month ;) I bought new shoes and want to figure them out before getting them too dirty to return (bought at Foot Zone Redmond, return policy is 30days- cash back only if not worn outside). They're OK. I mainly like them but there is an arch support feature that rubs a bit much and I am concerned that long runs that will be an issue.

 

I just realized I haven't started shredding yet and it is the 3^rd! Good thing September has 32 days.

Making up the time

Sometimes I have a hard time zoning out on the treadmill and it feels long and boring and eventually I give up and head home. To combat this I try to come up with mental games to break up the time or distance, here is my new one:

 

When I first get on the treadmill I usually hit start and then walk at the 1mph that the belt starts at while I get myself situated (music selected, headphones in, towel and other accessories adjusted, etc.) then I ramp up and start running. But this minute or so KILLS the average pace.

 

So my new game is making up the lost time. And it is really freaking challenging! That minute of barely moving costs a lot. Say I want to average 10mi/mi for a 3 mile run, if I only wasted 1min at snail's pace I have to make that minute up by doing ~9:35ish miles for the rest of the time since that first minute covered basically no distance.

 

It seems like such a rip-off. And makes me lament my potty breaks during races even more. But it is a fun game and a way to run some negative splits without feeling like it is complete drudgery. Plus it motivates me to get my act together and get running quicker rather than lollygagging at 1mph

Gym happenings

Went for a cycling class at the gym cause I am trying to use my new shoes indoors only. I wanted to go to my favorite instructor's class but it didn't start until 6:30. I am not in love with the 6:30 start time cause it gets me home too late for my taste.

The problem here is that the 5:30 instructor is NOT my favorite. I have a much harder time focusing in her class. Probably the biggest issue we have is that I barely understand her over the PA but I swear, she just mumbles and then intermittently throws out a key word.


Like this:


Blah blah blah blah, CADENCE, Blah blah blah, INTENSITY, Blah blah blah, HUGH-HUGH (those super annoying loud grunting noises)


It is EVRY SINGLE TIME I've been to her class. SO, I have a hard time following the workout and wind up having wandering eyes.


Here is what I observed last time I was in her class but forgot until tonight and had to post cause it was funny:


A girl outside the room was practicing for a very intricate tap routine (which in my humble opinion probably was best performed by 6 year old girls in sailor outfits*). She was going full-out. The routine included many jazz hands and a few salutes and bells (the heel clicking move). It was cute but it was her level of intensity that got me to pay attention. She was practicing in the middle of a fairly busy walkway/ warm-up area and yet she did not yield to traffic. She blew me away with her lack of self consciousness and her level of self-importance. I would feel like a goofball and an annoyance but she obviously felt neither. I wish I could be a little more like this in my everyday life. I get so self concious about being a bother or looking dumb. After meetings at work I find myself re-analyzing the what I said and how it was received.


On another note, I bought a treadmill today. I am really excited.. I just hope it is more than a laundry organizer!


*I hope that isn't a terrible search term