Monday, July 27, 2009
100 to go
As you noticed, I now have a new title for the blogs as the 100 day countdown to the NYC marathon has started. 100 days left to get ready to run faster than last year. 100 days let to avoid injury. 100 days left to count carbs, protein, calories, and ounces of liquid consumed. And most importantly, 100 days left to raise the $1500 I still pledged to raise for research in Neuroblastoma, a deadly childhood cancer. Please help me out:
7 Miles. The mileage is now steadily increasing each week. Not a bad run in terms of being pain free but it was pretty humid out and I felt like a career-smoker as I huffed and puffed up Bathurst Street. My whole plan to run the uphill route to get more downhills backfired; what goes down must go up!
Started using my Nike+ thingy for my Ipod that is supposed to tell me my time & distance. But it is making me feel like total crap because I can't get it to calibrate properly and when I'm feeling all Rocky Balboa-like and waving my arms as I cross the 7 mile mark, its claiming I have only run 51/2 miles. WTF????
Maya requested "old school" mac & cheese for dinner (gotta love her expressions. Where does she get this stuff?) so I used a recipe from one of my favorite chefs from the Food Network, Alton Brown. He is the best for explaining how to cook basic things properly and the science behind it. Gotta love his meatloaf, mashed potatoes, chocolate chip cookies, and of course, Mac & Cheese:
Ok. Don't judge but I am reading L.A. Candy by Lauren Conrad, this decade's tragic hero as created by MTV's Laguna Beach (love it) and The Hills (love it almost as much). After two big books (and by big I mean big thinking involved) in a row, I needed something SUPER light. And L.A. Candy is so light, I need to hold on tight with both hands so that it doesn't float away. The one thing I am wondering about, though, is who the target audience is for this book: the way she glamorizes one-night hook-ups and underage drinking, it can't be the tween/teen market and I think that college students would take themselves too seriously to read it. So, pray tell, LC, who did you envision reading this book, when you and your "writing assistant" wrote it?