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Saturday, July 25, 2009

Day 27

Running:
Today is a perfect example of why I have this blog: I was supposed to run 7 miles but less than a mile in, my Ipod crapped out on me. A combination of dwindling batteries and (don't tell the Apple people I admitted to this in case I need to return it) it just not seeming to be working perhaps because I ran with it the day before in the pouring rain. So when it died, I have two choices: keep going or head home. I decided to keep going; after all, serious runners do not run with music. The guy who one the gold medal at the olympics last summer did not sprint the last km to She Bangs by Ricky Martin, like I do. "I can do this," I said to myself (out loud, I may add). Well, 3 miles later and after singing the same intro to Oops, I did it Again about a million times while trying not to think about all the things currently stressing me out, I decided that I can't do this. And I could of just told myself that 4 miles is close enough...at least more than halfway to 7 miles, I knew the only one I would be cheating is myself. So now I find myself confessing this all here while at the same time promising to run those 7 miles on Sunday, instead of my usual leisurely 3 miles. Sorry Alyssa, maybe next week.

Recipe:
My last Shabbat dinner before I get Billy back and can have a real family dinner. I just couldn't make chopped liver without him. Instead, I just had the basics: Chicken, veggies, rice, and of course, the best challah in the city from Daiters.

No fancy recipe here, just a reminder to cook your barbecue chicken over a LOW heat on the bbq so that it cooks evenly and does not burn.

Reading:
Finished The Ten Year Nap. I am sorry I was so skeptical. All that character development did pay off in the end, although I do wish that it would not have wrapped out so quickly and neatly at the end. It is just too much of a coincidence that little Nadia happened to be singing the Rice-A-Roni jingle just at a singing teacher from Juilliard walked by. If you are curious to know what I am talking about, read it: if you are a woman married with children, you will feel relieved that someone else feels the way you do. If you are married to a woman with children, you will understand what makes us tick... a little, anyways.

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