Saturday, August 15, 2009
78 Days to NYC
Ok. So there has been a pretty big gap from when I was on vacation. But that does not mean I wasn't active... in ALL my endeavors.
Did my last run the Monday morning before leaving for my trip. Its becoming easier now. After that last long run on Friday, its like my body is saying, "Oh yes. I remember this. I can do this." And I do.
In Fla, did not even attempt to run outside. You know it is hot when you literally sweat though a shirt just standing still. I know, sounds sexy, right? Its not. Sweat on the upper lip is never sexy. Although that little drip that goes down the centre of my back did give me goosebumps.
But I regress. Did I run when I was away? Yes. Sort of. I ran on the treadmill (I don't really consider that running...to me its like swimming across the English channel wearing a life jacket.") But I tried to challenge myself by running the whole thing a full minute/miles faster than usual. Does that sentence make sense? Who knows..
I also kayaked for two hours and swam in the ocean. Does that count?
Went out most of the time. Have officially switched to nachos & (fake) cheese when at the movies in Fla. The popcorn and "topping" for the popcorn sucks (its disturbs me that they don't even refer to it as butter-flavoured) so much, I am afraid it would turn me off movie popcorn forever. And I LOVE movie popcorn.
When I did cook, made a wonderful meal with very limited resources. It is amazing what you can do with a George Foreman Grill, some tomatoes & portobello mushrooms, and a store-bought rotisserie chicken. I will leave the rest up to your imagination.
Had a meal, as always, at one of our favorite international restaurants, The Rustic Inn in Ft Lauderdale. It is this crab shack in the middle of nowhere where they have the most delicious garlic blue crabs that they serve up in a huge bowl with mallets & bibs and not much else. In fact, aside from the obligatory iceberg salad on the menu, I am not even sure if they serve vegetables outside of the garlic red-skinned potatoes that come with the meal. So messy. So loud. So delicious. Went home afterwards and fell into a food coma, as I often do after eating a huge buttery, garlicky seafood feast. I though there was only tryptophan in turkey?
1. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn So deserving of its place on the list of the 100 most important books of the last 100 years. It is the first time in a long time that I actually cried at the end of the book. Real tears fell on my page. I love the way the author writes. So different & brave as it does not follow the "typical" story map that we are taught: you know, introduction, rising action, climax, falling action, ending. Please read this book.
2. I read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn in one week, but I read Twenties Girl, the latest by Sophie Kinsella in one day. She really is the Chicklit Queen. One may argue that her main protagonist is always the same character, but that is what I love. That character is always the lovable underdog who wins out over the prom queen and gets her man at the end. And in the meantime, finds out her true inner strength and becomes the woman we all knew she could be. Is that what we all want?