Little Cheesy Things

I am no Rachel Ray (p.s. suspected as a terrorist? WTF?), but I've got a pretty good knack for creating simple and tasteful meals for me and the hub. Such as quick, healthy, and delicious quesadillas!

Quesadilla is a dish in Mexican or Tex-Mex cuisine, which involves cooking ingredients, most importantly cheese, inside a corn or wheat tortilla. The term quesadilla literally translates to "little cheesy thing".

How could you not love it?

Exactly what constitutes a quesadilla varies from region to region but I'm about to break it down, Sarah and Kevin style.

The tortilla is the staple. We choose the wheat variety because generally, we stay away from white everything and frankly, I like wheat products better (the added fiber is another bonus).

With a name like quesa (origin: queso - Spanish for cheese), naturally le moo-tastic byproduct, cheese, is the main ingredient for all quesadillas and we go with the shredded version (in any flavor - mozzarella, Mexican, cheddar, etc).

Let's start with the how-to recipe and then I'll get into some of my favorite varieties.

Ingredients:
- Tortilla (1 tortilla makes 4 triangle pieces)
- Cheese
- Olive Oil
- Fillings, sauces, spices (read on)

Recipe
- Start with a saute pan (we use a cast iron mamajama) and a tablespoon of olive oil* on medium heat.
- Put the tortilla flat in the pan.
- Lay your chosen ingredients (see below for suggestions) on one half of the wrap. (Keep in mind, you will be squishing this so account for spillage.)
- Using a spatula, fold the empty side of the wrap overtop the fillings and gently press (squish) until wrap stays folded without the spatula.
- Let cook for 2-3 minutes, monitoring the bottom of the wrap to make sure it is not burning; adjust stovetop temperature accordingly.
- Carefully (and with a big spatula) flip the quesadilla to the other side. I said carefully!
- Cook for 2-3 minutes.
- Place on plate, cut in triangles and ENJOY!

*For added flavor, add a dash of salt and a sprinkle** of a complementary seasoning to the bottom of the pan, in the olive oil. For instance, if you are going with a pizzadilla, sprinkle some salt and basil or oregano in the olive oil for a nice added flavor. (See each concoction for more ideas.)

**When I say "sprinkle", I mean SPRINKLE. The idea is to get a light hint, not a coating. And, you do not want to cover the pan with seasoning which could cause the wrap to burn or stick.

Here are my original varieties:
Refriedilla - Featuring beans, beans, the magical fruit, if you will. Sprinkle the olive oil base with a dash of salt and a mesquite seasoning. Spread fat free refried (or black) beans as your first layer onto 1/2 of the tortilla in the pan. Top with a drizzle of barbeque sauce or salsa and shredded cheese. Proceed with folding, flipping, and eating.

Meatilla - Whether you had chicken breasts or steak tips the night before, if you're like me, its likely that your dried up, leftover meat will go to waste (or to your favorite furry friend). Well, shred chicken in with some red sauce and cheese and you've got yourself a parmadilla (salt, oregano, and parmesan cheese the olive oil base). Cut steak in strips, add some sauteed onions and steak sauce and you've got a phillydilla (salt and pepper the olive oil base). Proceed with folding, flipping, and eating.

Mexidilla - Sprinkle the olive oil base with a dash of either chilli powder or taco seasoning. Using leftover (or newly cooked) ground meat or just cheese, throw some salsa and jalapenos in there and spice up your life. Proceed with folding, flipping, and eating.

Breakfadilla - Breakfast style! Scramble 2 eggs (for 1 quesadilla) in a separate pan. Sprinkle the olive oil base with salt and crushed red pepper. Lay the cooked eggs as the base. Add cheese, black beans, sliced avocado, and fresh salsa. Proceed with folding, flipping, and eating of the amazingly refreshing breakfadilla.

Pizzadilla - Sprinkle the olive oil base with salt and basil or oregano (depending on your taste). Layer tomato or marinara sauce, pepperoni, and cheese. Proceed with folding, flipping, and eating.

There are endless variations to the quesadilla. Get creative. Or email me for more ideas - basically, you tell me what's in your fridge, I'll come up with your very own deliciousness.

Happy Friday!

wicked hot

This week, for the Runner's Lounge Take it and Run Thursday series, they’ve asked us to share how we cope with running through the summer heat and humidity and offer any tips or suggestions to make it less painful. This is my contribution.

My husband and I are the type of people who book trips to Florida for late summer - we know the crowds will be thinned out and we'll be blessed with beautifully hot and sticky mother nature.

Its sort of crazy but we just love the heat. We got married in Las Vegas, in June on a day that was 106 degrees. Willingly. In fact, we then proceeded to spend 10 more days in Vegas, basking in the heat and all the sinful treats. A month later, we went to Tampa to visit my folks in July. Florida. In. July. And, guess what? We're going back again this July.

I can't get enough.

I suppose that is what happens to people who don't partake in any winter sports and are relatively couped up for 4-6 months out of the year. Of course, I go to the gym and travel for work to warmer destinations but, its just not the same as getting outside to play in the sunshine and warmth of summer. So, when winter melts away and spring and summer deliver those glorious New England hazy, hot, and humid days, I jump at the chance to be outside to soak it up.

Obviously, for someone who is not acclamated to running in such conditions, it takes a bit of common sense, restraint, and patience to develop the tolerance to withstand those uber hot days. What I find to be absolutely foolproof for New England summer running is to run when the sun is lowest; at night or in the early AM. Though you're still battling heat and humidity, you avoid the risk of sun stroke or sunburn.

Now, if only I could take my own advice. This past weekend, I did a 6.5 mi run with a friend of mine. Both of us were hungover (read: dehydrated) and a bit queasy. The weather was absolutely gorgeous (almost beach weather, even). And, it was my bright idea to run at 1pm in the afternoon, when the sun was highest and the temperature hottest. Fortunately, we're still in spring weather in RI so the temperature was not that intense - mid to high 70s. But, it felt hella hotter in the condition that we were.

But, we managed. And it was a good wake up call. The heat is on. Time to adjust accordingly.

My plan going into this summer:
1. I will plan my runs for morning or evenings
2. If I am going over 4 miles, I will first drive the route and drop off fluids at 1 or 2 points along the way.
3. I will make sure my husband is aware of my route and my estimated time to finish... in the event that I don't come back, he can come save me.
4. I will soak up the heat, the sun, and enjoy that fact that it is SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!

randomness

→ I am convinced that Nala (our dog) thinks she is a cat. And maybe its our fault. Afterall, we did name her Nala, after the little lioness in the Lion King... because she looked like a lion cub when we adopted her. But, like most cats, she does not like dogs and she does crazy cat-like behaviors like rubbing up against the bed and jumping at flies. Interesting.

→ My calendar STILL reads 2.20.08. I actually tried to change it yesterday but there are too many pages to rip off at once and I refuse to rip off like 75 days individually. So, we're still at "So you liked the lasagna".

→ One of the greatest things about a long weekend (besides the obvious LONG weekend factor) is the SHORT week that follows. Its already Wednesday. Yahoo.

→ I am going to buy new running sneaks this week. Do you know how excited I am about this? I have an obsession with sneakers that began way back in the day and I now have well over 20 pair of sneakers in my closet... most of which are of the Puma variety! Some girls drool over and pine after Manolos, Prada or Jimmy Choos; I obsess over my rubber soled, athletic inspired kicks! AND AND AND, thanks to this post from one of my favorite running blogs, I have learned that my sneaker obsession is justified! (Sort of.)

→ Our 2nd wedding anniversary is next week (June 5th). Though, it seems way longer than 2 years... in the best, most affectionate way possible, of course! Kev, just think, 2 years ago, we were gearing up for our amazing trip to Las Vegas... for the trip and wedding of a lifetime! What is the symbolic gift for the 2nd anniversary? Paper, wood, appliances, gems? (We are so not the typical anniversary peeps.)

→ We went to a great 30th Birthday Party cookout on Saturday. It was the perfect balance of debauchery and maturity - with campfires, good food, lots of booze, and amazingly entertaining "Hello My Name Is" nametags that were given to you by the designated funny man - who assigned each party peep a name, based on their appearance, attire, or condition. I was deemed Mrs. Kravitz to which I applauded and asked where my husband was (Lenny, where are you?). Kerry, an expecting preggo was deemed Mary and her belly was labeled TBD. It was a lot of fun. AND, I got to talk running shop with some avid and well trained runners (birthday girl ran the half marathon in 1:35:55, placing 14th) and one of them even invited me to run with them (who?! me?!). AND, the best part, there was donut cake to feast on. I love Donut Cake more than any cake in the world.

Happy hump day.

the anti-dieter's diet

I've taken on running and exercise with a firm committment and have stuck to it better than ever. I've developed a program that is working and I am seeing results... its not rocket science, people; its common sense and when applied, it freaking works.

But, all along, when you thought I was being all Miss Fit n' Healthy, I have had my vices and my downfalls. And I am not ashamed to talk about it.

I love me some food. In fact, I am addicted to food. Though, by nature, I think we all are addicted to food... that whole sustenance-needing-food-to-survive thing.

I think about food on a constant basis.

Not a big deal, right? Many of us are motivated by food.

Well, I got a big fat check for my 29th birthday. A ha-ha-you're-getting-old-reality-check which read:

Running no longer allows you to eat whatever you want.

To which I replied: Can I go back to 28?

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The diet factor has been in the back of my mind forever and I knew that I'd eventually have to address my food relationship. Like the majority of us, I am not one of those crazy peeps that can eat whatever she wants, rarely exercise, and still be a size 2. p.s. I don't think I was ever a size 2. I think I went from Girls size 14 right to a size 8... er 10!

When I developed my goals for 2008, I had diet in mind but being that I wanted to take on multiple half marathons and really dedicate a lot of time and energy to running, I knew that I could not go into the year attacking ALL of my goals at the same time. I had to be realistic and ease into things.

I eased back into regular running in January with a program that allowed ample time for conditioning prior to the goal race, my first half marathon. I immediately noticed the shedding of some tummy rolls and extra girth. Who wouldn't after a holiday season spent "gluttonizing" on anything put in front of me? But, I was not losing pounds, I was just toning and getting in shape. Even as I began clocking 25-30 miles per week (and strength training)... I was/am not dropping any weight (though I believe there is much truth to the "muscle weighs more that fat" adage). It wasn't a big deal at first because I thought it'd just happen after a while...

But it didn't.

Knowing myself, I knew that if I also incorporated dramatic changes to my diet while adjusting to a serious running routine, I'd probably end up frustrated with the WHOLE process and quit running and "dieting" before long. I've learned that its much easier (and smarter) to adapt to lifestyle changes in increments... don't go drastic, its too easy to mess up. Be patient.

So, while getting accustomed to the running program, I actually used my existing eating habits as almost a comfort zone, a security blanket to soothe my weary muscles. It's not to say that I eat unhealthy or in copious amounts. I don't eat mass quantities of fried food, trans fat, high fructose corn syrup, red meat, or processed food. I do eat a lot of organic food, have ample amounts of fruits and veggies, and generally am a balanced eater... but I never count calories or fat. I don't apply much structure to my intake, I just have a general awareness and I eat what I want, when I want it.

But, even with running so frequently and at impressive distances, I continued to maintain my weight... and the frustration from stepping on the scale to see no loss was getting the better of me.

Fact of the matter is, it was highly motivating to run when indulging was waiting for me at the finish line.

So, I got the notion to monitor what I was eating (keeping a log) and watched my intake for one week. I lost 3 pounds. Shocker. Again... its not rocket science, it makes perfect sense.

Turns out... I did not stick to that method. Like I said, I was focusing on one element of the equation - running. And, to me, diet is much more high-maintenance than running. I had to leave diet for another time... after I established myself as a runner.

But, now, its time to address the other half of the equation. And I am hella scared. I really want to lose a few pounds. I am not fat but I HAVE it to lose, for sure. I feel like it would greatly impact my running performance and confidence. Shallow? Sure, somewhat. But really, I just want to say no to the extra helping, the vanilla pudding, and ice cream with mass amounts some extra chocolate sprinkles. I am addicted to snacks. I feel entitled, whether its popcorn or a cookie or some fruit with cool whip; I feel incomplete without a snack. And, I am trying my best to avoid chemical supplements... so no sugar free this or fat free that.

I know that me and Will Power can get along... he showed up for my runningself... and I think I've been a very good significant other to him since then. I need to call on him again for my eatingself. Its not a booty call, Will. I will treat you right and listen to your needs and call you the next day, I promise. Let's try and work it out, whattya say?

I am not hemming and hawing about 10 pounds or "feeling fat", I just want to take it to the next level and prepare myself for the ever-slowing metabolism. If I adopt smart habits now, I'll be better equipped to adjust to aging.

I've started putting together a program for myself and I think what will work best is to develop meal plans for the week. Spend a few minutes on Sunday planning out the week of meals (all three) and snacks and then grocery shop accordingly. Having the pantry and fridge stocked with healthy fare and knowing "what's for dinner" will help me stay on course. I am sure of it. AND, I can even plan for my indulgences. Eventually, after I develop the discipline, I hope the smarts will just come to me and I'll have a better sense of a well balanced diet... so I don't have to plan out every meal, for every day, every week.

I am totally over the trendy South Beach, Atkins, or cleansing type diets. I refuse to ban foods that I thoroughly enjoy - sugar, carbs, alcohol, etc. I want to develop the anti-dieters' diet - a program that is designed to be healthy, moderate, and lifestyle friendly and is realistic and forgiving enough to be observed forever. I am determined to learn overall practices, habits, and food behaviors that will allow me lose weight healthily and gradually while not depriving myself. Basically, I want to go from a smart eater to a brilliant eater.

Dinner is ready... gotta go...

running to blog, blogging to run

While I am running, I am thinking about blogging. While I am blogging, I am thinking about running.

The two have become entirely and mutually dependent.

Like peanut butter and jelly. Chips n salsa. French fries and ketchup. Or Beastie Boys style - running's the cheese and blogging's the macaroni.

(And yes, I am hungry.)

The thinking about blogging when running sometimes kills me... because I am a list maker (and follower) so the frustration I feel when I am running and cannot jot down an idea is unbearable. Though, it occasionally fuels me to run faster to get home to my trusty notebook.

...as in hard copy pen and paper (yes, "they" still make those).

As evident, I like to blog about other useless nonsense and likewise, I like to think about randomness when I run - but for the most part, I am consumed by one or the other.

While it would appear that I do not want to feel this way, I am 100% happy with being two(sometimes three)track minded. I mean, its not like I am obsessing over crack or McDonald's. My mind-sucks are healthy.

If I don't blog, I am less inspired to run. If I don't run, I am just less inspired.

I dare not mess with the inspirational forces.

Just keep blogging. Just keeping running.

My 10K(atie)

The Narrow River 10k, put on by the Narrow River Preservation Association and sponsored by a slew of local environmental organizations, was a very serene race for me. No drama or tears (thank goodness). It was peaceful and uneventful, really.

The race was set to start at 10am and it was a 45 minute drive for me so I awoke at 7am to allow ample time for breakfast, the drive, registration, and the warm up... which I never really do... its more of a jump around, loosen up, and get psyched with other runners thing. I pretend to stretch - dip down to my toes, pull my foot behind me up to my butt - but I am not really stretching. I think its more of me just trying to look the part of a real runner.

Ha.

I met one of my BFFs, Katie, at the registration desk which happened to be on a pavillion at the entrance to the beach. Ahh. The beach. It smelled of summer. And being that it was hella early in the AM, there was not a soul to be seen walking the cool sandy shore.



By nature, Katie is faster than me. She is one of those people that can go out and run a 50 minute 10k with no training whatsoever. She is sickingly innately athletic and I loathe love her for it. (Really, I love you, K.) She calls me her "pace car" because when we run together, with whatever breath I can muster up, I complain until she slows down and she claims that this is beneficial to her because she fears she would burn out if it weren't for me. But really, I think she would probably have done a 45 minute 10k if not for my slow self.

At last year's Blessing of the Fleet 10 miler, which Katie and I "prepped" for together (I would not call it "train"... because I did not know what training programs were before my half marathon), I thought it would be a wise idea to start out with Miss Fasty McFast and I naively thought it would help push me through 10 miles. She was psyched because I was there to keep her grounded.

Well, that plan foiled. We started out doing under 8 minute miles and I was out of gas by mile 4 which made for a horrible 6 mile finish... for me... alone. Katie, the little sprite, finished in under 85 minutes, with ease... of course.

So - going into this past race, our first race together since the Blessing, I had my wits about me.

At the start line I said to her, "Listen here, little woman. I will not be going fast. I will be going slow. If you want to run with me... you will be going slow too. I will not be dragged along like your chubby little puppy." She laughed it off and assured me she wanted to run with me and that she is "out of shape".

(Blah blah blah, half pint.)

The gun sounded and we were off. We were clipping. Clipping, I tell you.

I said, "Katie!? What (pant, pant) are you (pant, pant) doooinnnggg? Slow (pant) your (pant) butt (pant) DOWN!" She didn't.

Nor did I.

"What am I doing?" kept repeating in my mind. Then I started mind-singing "chiggity check yo self before you wreck yo self" and all was well.

I just kept running. A half a step behind Katie, frequently reminding her that I would not be offended if she wanted to go ahead.

The course, an out and back loop through scenic waterfront streets, was actually pretty hillacious which added to the drama of me running with the gazelle Katie. She darted forward, pushing through the hills, wanting to "get it over with" while I heaved myself up what seemed like mountains... breathless by the summit.

At mile 4.5, we were smack dab in the middle of hilly hilltown and I lost the gusto to try and keep step with my sherpa. I jogged up the hill about 10 paces behind her and was able to catch her on the plateau (it doesn't matter that she jogged in place, waiting for me... I caught her dammit).

As we rounded on to the last leg of the race, with about 1 mile left, Katie looked at me to see if there was any indication of me rearing to leap ahead and sprint to the finish. I huffed and puffed and said, "Not yet...(pant, pant, pant) I am not (pant, pant, pant) ready yet... but YOU... (pant, pant) YOU GO RIGHT... ahead."

(Pant, pant, pant, pant.)

And whoosh. Meep meep (think Looney Tunes)... she was gone. And there I was, running in the blissful sun, all by my lonesome, no tears, no fears.

As I watched Katie fade into kickingmyassland, I gradually started to pick up my pace and wound into my last 1/2 mile (after waving a tired hello to Kerry and family, gracious supporters!!).

With about 500 yards to go, I stepped it up to a full out sprint and gave it all I had, crossing the finish at a PR of 53:23.

I immediately tried to do the math in my head to figure out my splits (I always forget to hit my watch at mile markers) but too much sun and not enough agua... I was useless. We caught up with another friend post-race and she informed me that I did under 8:40 per mile. Hell yea, I thought.

So, while I was very apprehensive going into the race, worried that running with Katie could backfire again, I realized that I am MUCH more conditioned this year and pushing myself through the doubts and thoughts of stopping or dropping back earlier was VERY rewarding. Another milestone for this little strugglepants.

Thanks for running with me, Katie. I love you!!!

An All-American Eve at...

FENWAY!


Kev and I went to the Sox (vs. Royals) game last night where starting pitcher, Jonathan Lester, got himself his very first (and the Red Sox 18th) No-Hitter. Just 10 months after returning to the team after being treated for lymphoma (now in remission), the 24 year old left-hander is making dreams come true.

And, it was SO much fun to witness.

In the 7th inning, we realized that Manny was definitely not going to reach the 500 homerun mark (he is at 498) at the game and while that was sort of disappointing - because its always fun to be a part of Red Sox drama history - it soon became apparent that lil' cancer-beating Lester actually had the potential to throw a no-hitter... and the crowd stirred. Every pitch was a breath holding moment... followed by a sigh, a holler, and numerous chants... when not one pitch resulted in a hit.



Dancing, singing, high fiving co-spectators, being with Kev, coupled with a steak tip sandwich, ice cream (in the little helmet), and various middle aged displays of PDA - a classic Fenway memory for me.



And, despite my indulgent affair with Fenway's delectables, I was even able to rise and run a very aggressive 10k this morning (53:54).

Thanks for making my week, Red Sox and congrats to Jon Lester! You are an inspiration.

narrow river 10k

I completed my first 10k of the year in 53:23. Placed 66th overall (of 119), 13th of females (40 total), and 7th in my age group (of 22).

8 minute, 37 second miles... YAHOO!

hair today...

This weekend is sure to be a blur. Starts tonight with a 30th b-day party (theme: WT) for a friend of ours... which will end early for us because Kevin has to work early on Saturday AM and I... am running the Narrow River 10k which I am totally psyched for! The course is by the beach, in one of my favorite parts of Little Rhody!

... the weekend proceeds with some fabulous birthday and baby festivities for mis compadres.

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The biggest news of the day...

I chopped all of my hair last night. Like, REALLY chopped. Went from really long to moderately short. I don't normally do trendy things with my hair. I've cut it short before. Hell, I've actually shaved my head before... yes, I said shaved. But - that wasn't a trend (has it ever been?). It was a rebellious, I'm-16-and-can-do-what-I-want thing.

And then I spent 6 years growing it out... and cut it short again. Not shaved short but cute short. And then I spent the last 6 years growing it out again. (I am on a 6 year cycle apparently.)

Before tonight, my hair was down to the middle of my back... very long. I've been "Sarah, with the long brown hair" for a while now. It was part of my identity. But, I've been very bored by my coif for quite some time. So, I decided that I needed a change... summer is coming and I wanted to spice girls it up... POSH style. The haircut I modeled my style after has been donned by (and made extraordinarily popular) none other than Mrs. Victoria Beckham*.


Again, I'm not usually one to succumb to trends, especially with my DO... and my cut is a tad longer and slightly different but, I'm rocking it.


Totally major! (So what if I'm a "wannabe"?!)

Happy Friday to all!

*Thank you to victoria david beckham blogspot dot com for putting together that picture.

get with the program!

This week, for the Runner's Lounge Take it and Run Thursday series, they’ve asked us to share a story about something that we've overcome that was a rather obvious lesson - about running, of course! This is my contribution... obviously.

When I was spit out of high school and out of organized sports, I had to develop the discipline to keep myself in shape (and in check). I never really considered following a workout program or routine; I just did my own thing, whatever felt right at the time. I'd run 2 miles, 5 miles, 7 miles, 1 mile, I'd hit the elliptical, play soccer, throw in some sit ups, free weights, and tap into the occasional pilates or strengthening class... varying between everyday, every other day, every few days, once a week, etc. And I was good to go.

Or so I thought...

That damn hindsight is always 20/20! Many years later, I now realize that programs - in work, in life, in school, in exercise - are in place not only for Type A people but for a bigger and better reason - because programs WORK. DUH.

So, for most of my life, while I thought that I could skate by and not follow any rules, suggestions, advice, the fact of the matter is - I've been missing out on the valuable resources and level of practicality that have helped me advance as a runner, in such a short amount of time.

Since taking on this regimented responsibility, my eyes have been opened - as both a runner and a person. And, as much as I will always remain a free spirit, I've learned that discipline is extremely important... and necessary to achieve my goals.

I've learned the importance of developing a program and keeping a schedule. It keeps me on track... and offers some peace of mind.

I've re-learned the value of strength training and the benefits it offers to my running performance and overall well-being. It seems like common sense but I used to think cardio was enough.

I've learned how to increase my speed and endurance through intervals, fartleks, and core strengthening (planks are my new secret weapon)!

I've learned to be patient with my growth as a runner. Improvement in running, like much else in life, takes time and dedication.

I've also learned some equally valuable (and obvious) what-not-to-dos... including: if you have not been active or running in a while (as in months), do not go back into it thinking you can run just as long and hard as you left off. My poor achilles tendon still reminds me of that ocassionally.

There are so many profound parallels between life and running: endurance, patience, euphoria, setbacks, accomplishment, paths, emotion, challenge, and pace. And, while it wasn't always apparent that I would benefit from some self-induced discipline, I am now learning to apply bold new principals to my running, professional, and day-to-day life, and I must admit, I have never felt better. (As if that isn't obvious!)

ya heard?

As much as I love le ole' tube (TV), I love music ten times more...

For everyday listening or car rides:
→ Joshua James - Today, New Love Song, Soul and Sea
→ Vampire Weekend - Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa
→ Van Morrison - Days Like This
→ State Radio - Right Me Up
→ Toots & the Maytals - I love every song... he never gets old... never.
→ Sugarland - Stay
→ Amos Lee - Skipping Stone, Shout Out Loud, Supply and Demand
→ Jason Mraz - I'm Yours
→ Tarrus Riley - Stay With You, She's Royal
→ Spoon - Don't you Evah, Underdog
→ Little Big Town - Boondocks, Bring it on Home, I'm With the Band
→ John Mayer - Say
→ Heart - Alone
→ Wyclef - Sweetest Girl, Fast Car
→ Nickel Creek - When You Come Back Down
→ Glenn Hansard - When Your Mind's Made Up, Falling Slowly
→ Mariah Carey - Touch My Body
→ RENT - Light my Candle, Take me Out, Take Me Or Leave Me
→ Donavon Frankenreiter - By Your Side
→ The Subdudes - Why Can't I Forget About You
→ Rihanna - Hate That I Love You
→ Dropkick Murphys - Shipping Up to Boston
→ Eddie Vedder - Into the Wild
→ Ben Harper - Put It On Me, She's Only Happy in the Sun, Amen Omen
→ Shawn Mullins - Lay Down Your Swords Boys
→ Kanye West - Can't Tell Me Nothing, Stronger

At the gym:
→ ATB - You're Not Alone
→ Alice Deejay - Better off Alone
→ Debbie Loeb - Faraway
→ September - Satellites
→ Finger Eleven - Paralyzer
→ Freeloaders - Some Much Love to Give
→ Deborah Cox - Absolutely Not
→ Milky - Just the Way You Are
→ Kanye West - Stronger
→ Robyn - With Every Heartbeat
→ Chemical Brothers - Let Forever Be...

And yea, the gym playlist greatly deviates from my above, everyday listening tastes... but I need maximum beats-per-minute when running! I'll stop there. Check out my Running iMix on iTunes - "StrugglePants Runs" - if you want to see more million beats per minute nonsense.

going the distance

... the distance being my lifespan.

I was at the gym today and ran sort of lackadaisical, without much gusto. And it occurred to me... with my first half marathon completed (in case you missed it), I need to reassess and set some running goals for the summer.

For upcoming races, I have a 10 miler in July, a half in September, and a few, smaller races in between. But, I worked my butt off to build up such incredible endurance and have conditioned my body to be able to run 13.1 miles so now, I am extraordinarily hesitant to back down in training.

(I am committed to becoming the "serial halver"... regardless of how many half marathon races I actually participate in... I want to always be prepared for one!)

Is a half marathon training regiment a realistic everyday, lifelong training guide? I've got my wits about me and I am a sensible girl... as in I know I'll have off days but I see the program as being totally adaptable and something that I can commit to... forever... evah.

Is this healthy? What do runners who are not training for anything in particular do to stay in shape and keep up the momentum? I am sort of confused right now, in this state of turmoil... not sure what to do with myrunningself.

(Me, Type A? Not at all.)

Perhaps I could make the half training plan a normal routine and then up the ante to get faster and stronger as the races draw near? Move onto a novice program, if you will.

I was actually quite surprised when I first assessed the plethora of half marathon training programs out there. While it takes massive amounts dedication and heart, truthfully, it really is not that difficult. It's amazing what our bodies are capable of. I impressed the crap out of myself (though, not Uta Pippig like). Aside from the sometimes grueling long run days, all else is very moderate in intensity.

Now, I don't mean to make it sound easy, by any means. I certainly had to work really hard to get to this point... a point that I look back and consider very much worth the effort.

But, friends have been asking me how far... how hard... how long... in regards to what I did to train.

How far did you have to run?

How hard was it?

How much did you workout?

I think people expect to hear that I ran upwards of 50 miles per week when, at the peak of my training, I was at about 30 miles per week. And when the inquirers hear this, its always like a little inspirational light bulb goes off in their head. They don't even have to say anything - the Really? Hmm. Maybe I could do a half? is written all over their face. And when I offer an encouraging You should do it, most friends retort with a hem and haw about this, that, and the other... and I refuse to persuade; its a personal decision. All I am saying is that... it is possible.

The program that really worked for me included long, short, longER, and shortER runs mixed with quality cross training (elliptical and soccer) and strengthening sessions (weights, calisthenics, core). Everyday was something different and switching it up lended to a lack of redundancy which made it much easier for me to stay on course, literally and figuratively. This is the main reason I think the half plan will work for my day to day exercise. There is nothing that I hate more than monotany in working out. This is as important to my mind as it is my body... changing up intensity levels and routines keeps your focus and challenges your body.

On the slight contrary, I also operate most efficiently with a solid schedule in place. I cannot just go to the gym... and hop into a workout. I need to have a plan and know what I am going to do before I get there... and know what I am going to do for the next week so that I am benefitting all around and my total body is engaged. So - even though I like to switch up the routine from day to day, I rely on my schedule to know what the week of working out looks like. It makes me accountable.

For now, to keep me inspired, I think I will set the Blessing of the Fleet 10 miler on July 25th as my next goal race and will work to blast my 2007 PR of 1:35:33 out of the water to under 1:30:00. Considering I did 9:17 minute miles for a half marathon, I am very hopeful that this is possible... so long as I can keep up the momentum in training!!!

tune in...

As much as I am trying to be a model of health and change my life to be more wholesome and enriching... I just love me some TV. And, its not even that I like what the critics would call "good TV". I like a lot of CRAP and a lot of random "stuff".

So what's grabbed my attention lately...

How I Met Your Mother - if you are a twenty or young thirty something, you must start watching this show. It is the Friends of our generation... legen...wait for it, wait for it... dary. And despite being totally into each episode's plot, I am DYING to know how Ted met the Mother... but then the show would be over.

Greys Anatomy - I have watched this show since Season 1... and, I used to be obsessed with it. Now? Not so much. I think the characters have been over developed and many have actually become quite annoying. I still watch and am pushing for Meredith and McDreamy to end up together but then... what would the suspense be? George and Izzy? Gag!

Boston Legal - Denny Crane. I've watched this show intermittently since it first aired but I've recently fallen in love with it. The cast alone is worth the watch (James Spader, William Shatner, Candice Bergen, John Larroquette) but the way the writers poignantly inject current affairs into the script is absolutely *brilliant* (if you watch, you understand). And, James Spader? I never knew he was such a fabulous actor? I think I have a slight crush on him. And then there is Christian Clemenson whose character is just utterly adorable.

New Adventures of Old Christine - I must say that I am a tad bit jealous that whats her name... what IS her name... it reminds me of a dog... she was Elaine on Seinfeld JULIA LOUIS-DREYFUS (thanks Google) looks more stunning at 47 than she did while on Seinfeld (over 10 years ago). She has a 6 pack for crying out loud! But, aside from being slightly obsessed with JLD, the show is actually quite funny and relatable.

American Idol - Despite the fact that this season has blown chunks been my least favorite of all seasons, I am still committed to watching. With David Archahpoopa still in the running, I am REALLY pushing for David Cook to win. DC not my favorite; DA NOT Idolable. Oh and Sayeesha... my estimation is that she'll be gone this week. And, I am still bitter about Carly and Michael Johns being ousted.

Little People Big World - This is a reality program on TLC about a family of 6 in Oregon, the Roloffs. The mom and dad (Amy and Matt) are little people, as in dwarfs. They have 4 children - 3 "average sized" (who actually appear to be quite tall) and 1 little person. Anyway - while I will admit that I started watching the show out of sheer fascination, I am now completely in love with the Roloff family. They have created an amazing life on a gorgeous farm and it is SO inspiring to watch their story as Kevin and I venture into adult life and consider family making.

The Hills - Laugh. Call me names. Make fun. Go ahead. I simply do not care. This show entertains the heck outta me. Though, I rarely get to watch an episode (Kevin cannot stomach) so when the opportunity arises, I generally am watching a marathon of it... such as this past week when Kevin retired to bed very early and I was not tired yet. I stayed up long enough to watch 4 full episodes... which, with DVR, took like 20 minutes total because MTV has so many gotdamn commercials that there are about 4 minutes of actual show time. ANYWAY - this is the show I turn to when I want to turn off my brain or numb my senses for a while. (I am SO over Heidi and Spencer. They pretty much need to disappear and stop trying so dang hard!)

Jeopardy - It's educational, what can I say? And Kevin and I are super competitive and like to challenge each other... and I tend to win (and by win, I mean, I have correctly guessed answered about 10 answers out of the dozens) so naturally, I go back for more bragging rights.

And there you have it. The good, the bad, and the necessary evils.

when i grow up, i wanna be...my mom?

In honor of Mother's Day... a repost!

Due to my young age and not actually being a MOTHER, I never realized how true the theory that most women turn into their mothers is until I became a sort-of wife to my live-in boyfriend, Kevin (who is now my husband) and a somewhat MOM to my beloved dog, Nala. Moving in with Kevin was where I first began acting like Queen Jean (my mom, as Kevin endearingly refers to her). I found myself getting frustrated with the very same things for which my mother once reprimanded me, my siblings and step-father back in the day. When I thought she may be a little crazy, now I realize it was years of repressed frustration coming out in her overreaction about the sink being full of dishes when there is a DISHWASHER directly NEXT to the sink. I totally get it because it’s happening to me.

From the bath towels being left on the floor rather than hung on the hook RIGHT ABOVE the floor to not closing the cereal box so when I pour my next bowl of Smart Start I am gnawing and scissoring on the supposed-to-be light and crunchy flakes to gross shaving remains (guck) spread all over the bathroom sink and floor to dirty clothes being strewn about the living room practically hanging from the ceiling fan.

At first, I took this very lightly and didn’t want to seem like the overbearing irrational house”wife” and I’d politely ask Kevin to be a little more considerate and hang up his towel or simply put his dirty laundry in the LAUNDRY basket and NOT in the living room on the papasan…I mean, they make a LAUNDRY basket specifically for THIS. Its not like it is complicated to open and close…OPEN the lid…THROW in the clothes…CLOSE the lid.

As months of this behavior from Kevin (whom I have affectionately deemed the Cat in the Hat) went on, I realized that my mother was actually quite SANE for NOT wringing our necks and that it can become unbearably frustrating. And my reactions are SO similar to hers. Rather than letting Kevin’s clothes stay strewn about, I pick them up and put them away, knowing full well that I should let them sit all over the house until he picks them up, but I simply CANNOT... and I never understood why my mom felt so compelled to clean up after us... until one day, I found myself grumbling about not wanting to pick up after Kevin and it occurred to me…this is what drives moms and wives to breaking points, to insanity. Back then, I didn't think it was a big deal for my sneakers and sports equipment to be piled in the foyer? I didn’t get it... until I started running my own home.

Without necessarily knowing it or doing it purposefully, my mom has taught me to take pride in my home and to cherish what I keep inside my home; to stand up for what I believe (whether it be as deep rooted as politics or as simple as cleaning up after oneself). Though I was aggravated and annoyed as she would rant about gathering everyone’s belongings and assign us chores, she was teaching us morals and values that I pray to one day instill in my own children... or Kevin for that matter. (Actually, Kevin has made dramatic improvements in the last 7 years and I cannot complain at all!!)

Though hesitant to point it out to me b/c A) its scary to admit that your girlfriend is a lot like her mother for fear of seeming attracted to her mother and B) as a woman, it is frightening to hear the first few times that you are so much like your mother, the woman you swore you would not be like for all of your adolescence, Kevin frequently reminds me that I am so much like my mom. I was offended at first because I wanted to be MY OWN person, not like ANYONE else – but now, I aspire to be MORE like her and to raise my someday children as she raised me... and to love them as unconditionally as she loves my 3 siblings and me.

She is such a free-spirited confident woman who sincerely does not care what people or society think of her. And through my teen years, I never understood why she wasn’t embarrassed as she sang OUTLOUD down the aisles of the market... I, of course, was mortified. But now I appreciate her little ways because it makes her so unique and it is truly one of her most appealing qualities. She literally sings to her own tune and stays true to herself, not compromising her goals, ethics or personality for anything or anyone.

Thankfully, I am starting to notice that I am a lot like her in the free-spirited nature. I am a little quirky and I often get puzzled looks thrown my way but – it doesn’t bother me like it used to. She gave me confidence in being myself. We have bonded over becoming so similar... and she is one of my favorite people on earth.

Even better, as she gets older, she somehow gets younger and more free-spirited. And she is morphing into my adored late grandmother whom, with all my might, I wish Kevin had gotten the chance to meet. She was a genuine soul and MY mom is turning into her! Its remarkable and I am so grateful because in a way, Kevin gets to meet my grandmother through my mother.

One day, I imagine, I will morph into my Mom and perhaps my daughter will feel as lucky as I do. I love you, Mom!

raising the bar...

And one, and two, and three, and four... and seven hundred fifty two...

That's me doing chin ups to the bar that I set for myself... and way surpassed. I've done more in the past 5 months than I have done in 29 years. Have I conveyed how good that feels?

YA FREAKING HOO! For real.

So. I've done almost all that I set out to do in 2008. This is all fine and well but now, I have a little dilemma?

Where do I go from here? How do I top what I have already done in the last 5 months? And, how do I keep up the momentum?

... I quit drinking for 2 months.
... I have gotten healthier than I have ever been.
... I completed my first (of many) half marathon.
... I cut back on my technology dependency.

I came into 2008 knowing this would be the most remarkable year in Sarah history and by golly, it sure as heck has.

Now what?

Being the little go-get-em goal setting maven that I am, I am setting some new bars to reach.

☼ QUIT YOUR WHINING! I would like to complain less. Wouldn't we all? Well, when you are deemed Complainy Mullaney (my maiden name), it is quite evident you have a complaining problem. SOOOOO, this summer, Kevin and I are going to take the 21 day No-Complaints challenge. The website and bracelet sort of scare me (is it just me?) so I think I will modify and use my own bracelet.

☼ LOCO FOR LOCAL! For the months of June, July, and August, I am going to become as much of a produce locavore as I possibly can. This means, I will attempt to only eat locally grown (within 100 mile radius) fruits and veggies. Hopefully this will be made much easier by Kevin's garden which will include green peppers, cucumbers, and tomatoes. Additionally, we have a farmer next door who grows a number of other veggies and harvests (is that the right word?) eggs from his very own chickens... and he loves to share! :)

☼ RUN, SARAH, RUN! Well, its pretty obvious that the running bug has infested itself in my soul. So, I will continue my path and am going to shoot for yet another half marathon in September - the Wicked in Salem, Massachusetts. But meanwhile, I have committed to run a number of smaller races in between (see my list on the right?). And, I am REALLY REALLY REALLY interested in learning more about trail running in tha New England area. (However, still no desire to do 26.2.)

☼ YAK YAK YAK! Kayaking is something that Kevin and I have grown very fond of and what's best about it... its something we can do together, unlike soccer or running (Kevin's back injury prohibits him at the moment), so we're committed to doing a lot more kayaking this summer!

And, stay tuned for more random nonsense. I will get off my inspirational high horse at some point to talk about sub-reality TV and useless crap very soon. Exciting, I know.

13.1 miles in 2:01:31... and living to tell it!

So the race began...

Fortunately, it was a typical cattle herd movement getting through the first .25 miles so I was FORCED to go slower than I tend to go from the getgo. And then at about mile 1.5 it opened up enough for me to realize that holy moly, I am all alone, with 12 miles to go, and NO iPod.

Dear God, This is me. I know I haven't wrote, spoke, called, or prayed in a long time but I am here now. I am searching deep down in that big fat gut of mine for this power that I know I have. Help a sister out and let it shine! Dude... please. Love, me.

Sorry for the Eat. Pray. Love. interlude but that was just about what it was like. I hit a moment of panic and then I regained composure, it stopped raining, and I smiled. I would do this, dammit. It was happening and there was nothing that was going to stop me. (Nike ad, what?)

Kevin was planted just after mile 2... and being the mayor that he is, he was distracted screaming to someone else he knew as I was approaching him so I spotted him first and immediately ran over to him and yelled "HEY, KEVIN... BLAH BLAH BLAH", in some incomprehensible, slurring manner when what I really meant to say was "Meet me at the oranges at the finish... and no I don't need my iPod" but as I raced away with my passed off iPod... I didn't really care. It was a nice pick me up to see his face at that point.

Miles 3, 4, 5... good stuff. I was in a zone. Going through the motions, one foot in front of the other. My pace was under 9 minutes - I knew I'd have to slow it down for the middle chunk... cuz I run like a girl.

No, really.

My shirt was the best thing to happen to me. It was hot pink and, it proved to be the most amazing conversation starter, which is one of my favorite aspects of the road racing community... the camaraderie. The slogan was on the back of my shirt so as people would pass me (awesome), many took the time to chat for a few minutes about the shirt. And in 13.1 miles, we collectively came up with a number of scenarios that could be tagged onto I Run Like A Girl.



...perfectly.
... cuz Duh.
...but I drink like a man.
...faster than a cheap pair of panty hose.
...eat my dust (buster).
...who just beat you.
...whose got something to prove.
...and I'm damn proud of it.

These conversations made me smile... and therefore inspired me to keep going. Crazy or dramatic sounding. But true.

...

I trucked through mile 6 and 7 and just as I hit mile 8, I started to crumble a little. My emotions were getting the better of me and I actually was hit with the urge to cry... but not out of pain or exhaustion... simply because I was DOING IT. I was absolutely 100% going to complete this challenge.

I fought back the tears and focused on getting to mile 8 where I had bargained that I would stop at the water station and eat the gu. So, naturally, getting from mile 7 to mile 8 seemed like a marathon in and of itself. I was struggling and had some tightness in my chest. I was going at about a 9 minute/mile pace and was a little bit heartbroken that I couldn't up the ante at this point. I just did not have it in me.

I got to the stop, grabbed the water, sip, sip, sip and then downed the gu... but really, I never stopped running... like I said I would. Whoops. I was doing this quasi run thing... sort of like a crazy power walker, I suppose. And - I ate the gu after the water which was pretty much like getting peanut butter down a pasty mouth. Lovely. But, I managed.

Mile 8 and 9 were pretty uneventful. We traipsed through neighborhoods that in all of my 29 years living in RI, I had never been to... so that was interesting.

The scattered fans throughout the race were positively wonderful and inspiring. My favorite fans were the kids with outstretched hands, just waiting for a runner to give in to the "good game hand slap". I slapped (well, it was more of a sloppy-reach-out-and-tap-a-finger-or-two-slap) every single hand I saw because... this was another smile instigator and anything that made me smile, fueled me to keep going.

After mile 10, I knew that my Dad was going to be stationed on the road, ready to arm me with some more ammo... hand slap in position. I rounded the bend and with rather dismal weather (not really raining but just overall yucky), the fans were few and far between so despite my hot pink shirt and the thinning group of runners, I spotted my Dad before he saw me. I began fist pumping in the air and pointing to him in that you, you, you, Robert DeNiro sort of way. Then he saw me and mirrored my motions (chimp like, awesome.).

Looking good, Bim, looking good.

Hand slap.

Thanks, Dad... thanks for coming out!

That was about mile 10.3 and then I was in the home stretch. A little over 2 to go and I would be done.

Holy hell. That was the toughest 2.8 miles I have ever ran in my life. It was far more of a mental challenge to keep going because I was exhausted and crazy emotional and alone. The crowd of runners had really thinned out and I really had a lot of room to myself... which also meant I didn't have anyone to make breathless small talk with.

At about mile 11, a friend of mine caught up with me and we chatted for a few yards... I told her to go do her thing because I was dragging at that point and needed to reserve any remaining reserves for mile 12. She bolted off and then it was me, alone, again.

But, we were going downhill. Making our final descent into the Providence area. Please bring your seat backs into their full and upright locked position...

...and frickin' RUN, Sarah, RUN!

I was moaning ang groaning for the final mile. The detail police officers blocking traffic were practically yelling at us all to "KEEP RUNNING" and as much as I wanted to collapse, it helped. The home stretch was upon me and as I rubbernecked at a poor guy battling a late race injury... I tapped into my reserve and picked up the pace for the last .3 or .4 miles...

Bystanders gave heartfelt words of encouragement... I grumbled Oye yoy yoy back at them but kept smiling.

I rounded the bend and saw the finish line. Victory was mine and there were hundreds of people to witness. I sprinted as hard as I could for about 100 yards and heard family, friends, and strangers shouting for me.


The photo quality quite accurately depicts how I felt at this very moment, approaching the finish... blurry, pink, and hopeful.

I crossed at 2:01:31 and immediately started to cry. I was filled with an enormous sense of pride, emotion, and accomplishment.

I bent down to unlace my sneakers and turn in my time chip... and I let the tears flow, breathing heavy, and quietly crying. I wanted to get it out while I was on the ground, hidden from my friends... not sure what I was embarrassed about but I did not want to be dramatic. But, as I stood up, right in front of me were Melissa, Dot, and Patrick and I nearly lost it and then, I looked to my right and saw my Dad and my Kevin standing just beyond the gate with a huge proud grin and then... I sort of lost it...


There's no crying in RUNNING!

Oh well. Part of running like a girl, right?



Me, the kissy face little runner bee "ranked" at #647 (of 1387), folks! GO ME! And GO ALL 1387 of us for getting out there in what was supposed to be a weather cooperative day.

Its late in the race day evening and I am on cloud nine. Cramps and exhaustion no matter. I am soaring. I have not had such a proud moment in a very long time, if ever. And I have basked in it all day.

pre-race: the getting ready

While I was super excited and very well rested, race day started out a little glum. I awoke at 6:30am to a gray, damp, cold, mist (truly, the weather was absolutely attrocious). I shrugged it off the best I could. A little chilly rain was not going to stop me so I proceeded with my pre-race plan.

I ate breakfast. A oat and honey bagel with a light smear of peanut butter and a Bolthouse Mocha drink. And 32 ounces of water... because that is how I start every day, running, racing, or not. (I'm only a little OCD about hydration.)

Despite not being very hungry and having massive butterflies, I managed to chow down my bagel... as I bounced around the kitchen pep talking myself.

Pointing to my legs and then to my heart and head, I coached, Its you and me, mind and body, YOU and ME.

I then moved on to the gearing up portion of the morning where I assessed my outfit and made a gametime decision to add an underlayer for extra warmth.

Long sleeve, short sleeve, and shorts. I will be good, I told myself.

I tied my timing chip into my laces, almost feeling like an official runner... reality was setting in. I was getting more and more anxious by the minute.

Next step was to make sure my hair situation was solid. Hair elastics tight enough to hold my mane up in a ponytail/braid and a hairband to keep the fly aways from flying (in case the rain decided to stop and would no longer be there to slick my hair to my head.). Check, check.

Ok - time to go.

Kevin was psyched for me so, naturally, he agreed to drive me to the start and then get parking near the finish (so I would not have to walk too far after running 13.1, thankyouverymuch). So, in the car we went. As soon as we merged onto the highway, the heavens unloaded bucketloads of rain. It was so torrential that Kevin had to slow his driving to nearly 40mph, on a 65mph highway! Oye vey.

This is when the contemplation set in.

Do I really want to do this? Maybe there is a rain date? Am I even ready for this? What if I hurt myself? AM I going to be ABLE to run in this? I am SUCH a pudding when it comes to running in inclimate weather - that's what God invented treadmills for.

Kevin and I discussed the entire way there... and he was nervous for me... as any sane and caring husband would be.

BUT - before I let the doubt get the better of me, I resolved.

I have to do this. I have worked too hard for this and if there is no rain date, then that means... it is possible and I will do it.

So, 5 minutes later, I kissed Kevin goodbye, and bounced out of the car, into the rain, towards the start line... with a minor detour to the woods... to find a tree to squat behind. I was like a nervous puppy, not to mention I had already consumed over 32 ounces of liquid. Relief was necessary.

And then, after a few passing downpours, dancing around the start line with the other 2000 runners, and a minor delay in the start, the gun sounded and we were off.

(Race report to come...)

OH MY GAH!!!

The. Race. Is. In. Two. Days.

TWO DAYS!?


I think I just pooped my pants.

I should not even call it a "race" because I sure as heck will not be RACING anyone other than good ole' Mr. Will. Power.

After the delirium around mile 10 sets in, you'll see me on North Main Street doing the boxer dance... fists up... challenging Will and all his Power.

"You wanna go, Will? You wanna go? C'mon!? Is that all you got... I gotchoo... I gotchoo... I run faster than a cheap pair of pantyhose...."

(And yes, running makes me ghetto.)

In these final pre-race days, I've been doing what any good long distance runner (I am aspiring... a wannabe if you will) does the week before a long race. Its a week of healthy gluttony. (Sort of.)

I am psyching myself up with copious amounts of carboyummyhydrates. Normally, I am beating myself up for eating too many carbs but doctor's orders clearly state... CARBO LOAD! (Picture me headed to my kitchen in banzai fashion, with machete and all!)

Everyday this week, I've had a bagel for breakfast. A bread sandwich with a bag o chips for lunch. A potato for a snack. And pasta with a loaf slice of bread for dinner...

I kid, I kid. I've been eating healthy and balanced. Whole grains, veggies, fruit, protein, etc. Blah blah blah...

It is also taper week which means I am running very little distance at low intensity. The idea is to get your body into a rested state to regain the strength and chemical balance in your muscles (and brain!).

So far this week:
-> Monday: 3mi Easy / Abs
-> Tuesday: strength train legs
-> Wednesday: 3mi Moderate / Abs
-> Thursday: rest
-> Friday: 2.5 mi Moderate / Abs
(I've been following this plan from Runners World.)

But, carbo loading + tapering = I am going to be a blivit by the time the race gets here.

The combination of running and eating healthy has become a bit of a security blanket for me. I am fit (and frickin fabulous) because of my routine. So, changing it up and lessening the intensity is SCARY to me. I am not good with change (agreed Katie?) so I've been sort of a mental patient with this week's regiment. I am concerned that I am going to fall off the wagon, whack my head, scrape my elbows, and be so traumatized that I will never get back to my routine. Yes, I am dramatic and no, I am not hormonal. (Ok, maybe a little but you're not allowed to point that out... so you just shhhhuuush!)

Am I the only one to struggle with the concept of tapering? I understand it (sort of) but I just don't how this is making me more ready for Sunday. I am just trusting the 8 million sources that have told me so.

So - as I delve into my weekend, logging off the bloggy blog, I wish me well. If I don't come back, I've loved all 4 or 5 or maybe 6 of you, out there.

If you don't hear from me on Monday, send help!

Sox Appeal agent... or... wingman

As I briefly mentioned in my Disconnected post last week, I went with Melissa to the Sox Appeal casting call at Bob's Store in Cranston. (p.s. Is Bob's just a New England thing?)

Prior to the actual casting call day, I had acted as any good agent does... prepping her for any interview questions that she might be asked. Mostly, we reviewed the basic Red Sox information because though it is a dating show, it IS a requirement that all participants are Red Sox fans. So we went through the gamut.

Me: Who is your favorite player?
Mel: Jason Varitek

Me: Name 3 starting pitchers
Mel: Wakefield, Dice-k, Beckett

Me: Who would you marry?
Mel: Marry? Or... just like to go out with for a night... haha. Well, either way - Jacoby Ellsbury though... that might be illegal... is he even old enough?

Me: Who did the Sox play in the World Series last year?
Mel: Rockies

Me: And, in 2004?
Mel: ooh, ooh... I know this. Gimme a second... Cardinals!

So - I thought she was pretty set to go in the Red Sox department. I mean how much can they really expect you to know. She proved her fanship.

The next prep was in regards to attire. There was deliberation in what to wear. Should you go as if you want to score a date or should you go as a Red Sox fan? This was a dilemma. Ultimately, we concluded that she would wear cute jeans with a tee and bring a Sox hat... to assess the crowd and see if others were decked in Red Sox apparel.

The casting call opened at 10am (and was going until 6pm) but we anticipated crowds and a line so we met up at 9:30am to get there for 10am on the dot and figured we'd be there until noon or so.

We pulled into the parking lot... scattered with cars but not nearly as many people as we imagined. We parked right in front of the door and did a quick assesment of the 2 or 3 people we saw enter and exit the store and ALL were in Red Sox gear so Mel put on the cap. She looked so cute. (I looked like I had just rolled out of bed... because, turns out, I DID just roll out of bed... and of course, I did not shower because we were going running after the casting call.)

As we were getting out of the car, I spotted a camera guy. We did not even CONSIDER that they'd be filming for the show.

We walked towards the store and the uber animated camera guy came up and asked us if we were there for Sox Appeal. Mel said yes and I said "She is" as I bashfully stepped behind her. So he explained that he is cutting clips for the show and that he'd love to get some footage with her going through the process. I nodded with approval and I was SO excited thinking how cute she looked and how perfect she is for this. Then he looked at me for consent... and I was utterly confused and needed to clarify... I spoke slowly, "Wait... I. Am. Married. I am not here for the show... just here as the moral supporter". He laughed and said... "YOU are part of HER experience".

EMM EFF. I was in yoga pants (that I had worn the day before), a hoodie, and my hair was a mess. And, I did not have an ounce of makeup on because why WOULD I on a Saturday at 10am?

But, after I got over that, I got sort of giddy and could not stop laughing. So he told us what to do... but not what to say. I was like... "Is there some sort of script or something?". "Haha" - he laughs. I was serious. I am not a good candid person. I need rehearsal, lines, instruction, etc.

Anyway - Mel did great candidly. I laughed like a big jackass but tried to be the best wing man I could be. My shining moment was when we were walking into the store (camera guy was following close behind) and another candidate exits the store... I looked at him, turned back to Mel and said "Potential!".

The interview process was a cinch. She filled out a form asking about dating history, life, career, etc. Then she chatted with a casting agent for a few minutes about her application and we were off. She did great and we exited the store 10 minutes later. It was a very interesting experience.

She got a call back on the Monday after the casting call and has since had a 2nd interview in Boston. Fingers crossed for her - she is the perfect candidate... cute, witty, smart. Let's just hope that if she gets picked, they pair her up with an equally cute, witty, smart fellow... there were certainly some interesting folks at the casting call.

If this does not pan out for Mel, I am going to become Agent Cupid for my all of awesomely amazing single female friends (all incredibly smart, naturally beautiful, super witty, successful, etc). Applications are being accepted!