Saturday, September 5, 2009
58 Days to NYC
Had an okay 10k in the morning. Was just feeling like...whatever...like, "why am I doing all this?" When at the end of my run, this woman stops me just as I am walking into my Starbucks and asks me if I am running "it" this year. For a second I wondered what she was talking about but then I remembered that I was wearing one of my old Toronto marathon shirts and that was what she was talking about. We got to talking for a while and it turns out she leads the marathon group at The Running Room and has run 22 marathons, with NYC being one of, if not, her favorite. And it was the second marathon she ran, with Toronto being the first. Just like me. We chatted for a while longer, she gave me some pointers, and wished me luck. I then half-skipped into Stabucks with the bounce back in my step and proud to be part of that elite group of people who can say they CAN run a marathon. Maybe one day I too can lead others and inspire others the way that woman did for me in just a few short minutes.
Len said he wanted shish-ka-bob for dinner but he did not say which kind so I bought one of everything from Puisiteri. We loved it; it was like a home-version of Copacabana (see yesterday's post) You would think we would be sick of all that meat after the night before but no... Along with the meat fest (part deax) made saffron rice & grilled garlic asparagus. Yum.
For dessert, Billy likes pie & I like them to eat fresh fruit, so made them baby fresh peach & blueberry pies. So easy!
Fill six tart shells with the following:
1 cup each blueberries & diced peaches, 11/2 tbsp brown sugar, 1 tbsp flour, scant 1 tbsp lemon juice.
The shells will be heaping but that is ok. The fruit shrinks.
Top with another tart shell, crimping the sides & cutting off the extra dough. Make sure there are holes for venting the steam.
Bake at 375 for 20 min or until getting golden brown. Let cool (mostly) and serve with vanilla ice cream.
Plowing through Julie/Julia. Its ok. She swears too much for it to be chick lit.