This week is Thanksgiving and I have a few vegetarians coming to dinner. What to do about a vegetarian main? Isn’t it all about the turkey? I have been pouring over countless recipes trying to find something substantial to serve my non-bird loving guests. It’s not as easy as it sounds. Number one, the meal must be tasty. Number two, it has to be almost as equal as important as the turkey itself. I want my non-meat lovers to feel that I have taken time to consider their values as well. It’s only Monday, I have a few more days. Wish me luck, I’ll post on Friday my results.
Seriously? Do we need a day for this? Maybe. If you have ever worked in an office with a shared refrigerator I bet you would be a big fan of this day. But how about at home? Is it that bad? Well, it’s a good thing to do…But, if you are only doing it once a year, I am afraid I will not be accepting an invitation to your house for dinner.
This is Danielle. She is getting ready to leave home for her 3rd Ironman. How many have I done you ask? Zero. Ironman takes a special breed. An elite athlete. I have been following Danielle through her training. It’s unbelievable what her schedule is like. I can’t imagine having time for a 4 hour bike ride. I can barely get through an hour of anything, let alone a really hard workout. Here’s to you and your many hours of training, you Danielle, are a bad ass.
November is Peanut Butter Lovers Month. Click here for 10 fun facts about peanuts, including some cool trivia. For example, did you know the average American consumes more than six pounds of peanuts and peanut butter products each year? I did not think I ate that much peanut butter. It only makes me wonder how many pounds of pizza I eat each year.
2 weeks ago, I tweaked my knee during an 11 mile run along the lake in Chicago. So I took a week off, then went out for a short run to check it, still hurting. Now it’s been two weeks, I’m on my way out the door, nothing can stop me. Can’t wait. Just as I think (at mile 3) this is AWESOME, no pain…I will go 6 today….I trip and fall. Not some stumble either. I did like an all out both legs in the air, arms out like a super-hero, skidding on my stomach, elbows, knees INTO traffic, as I was crossing the street. As I write this, it’s kind of funny to imagine my body flying through the air. (If I had seen me, I probably would have laughed real hard but then gone over to me to see if I was ok.) My legs are scratched up. My gloves ripped. My heart broken. I cried. I hurt. I was SO pissed off. I had landed the majority of my fall on my knee. I walked home, crying, laughing, mad…until the nicest family stopped for me in their van, and drove me home. So now, I have had my first fall. It’s been 6 months since I started running. I’m happy it didn’t happen sooner. I’ll ride my bike today, and try another fall-free run tomorrow.