Marching on…

these guys were out in bloom almost 2 weeks ago...everything is confused by the weather

Hope everyone had a great leap day and made the best of those extra 24 hours…

The beginning of March signals…the end of February Fitness.  So how did it go?

Swimming: I was right around 40,000 yards again (about 10K a week), which was whatever.  BUT! The good news is that trying to squeeze in the yards helped me figure out that if I fudge my schedule, I can and swim 3x a week by squeezing in a short swim right after coaching morning practice (instead of the 1x a week I was doing last season).  This a habit I will continue to follow into March and beyond.  So, success.

Sugar:  Aside from Joe’s birthday cake, the Ale 8 and Moon Pie (which, due to cultural sensitivities, I couldn’t decline), a trip to Orange Leaf (which is really chemicals, not sugar), and one day at work where I had a total meltdown and ate like 5 mini chocolate bars, I ROCKED IT (I know that sounds like I didn’t rock it, but for me it was a huge step in the right direction).  Sugar loses.  I win.

No bitching rule:  Errrrrr…2 out of 3 isn’t bad.

SO!  What’s up in March?

Now that I can run again (I ran 6 this morning without pain…heck yeah) training for Hawaii is starting to really happen. The unseasonably warm weather hasn’t hurt either.  Alison, who is in the process of getting her coaching certification, is using me as her first client…or guinea pig.  So she’s the boss from here on out.  Bring it.

Also happening in March, apparently a lot of this:

Despite the uneventful morning weather, the weathermen are predicting Armaggedon this afternoon.  They closed the public schools at noon.  I got sent home from work at 1:30.  Jim Cantore is here in Lexington.  We are currently a 9 on the TOR:CON Index.  Apparently sh*t’s about to go down.  But right now, the sun is shining and things are calm.

So, in the meantime, I’m sitting on the in-laws back porch (they have a basement, we don’t) enjoying the unseasonably warm sunny weather with Spike.  And secretly freaking out on the inside.

Happy Friday.

Update: We are now a TORCON 10.  And I’m following Jim Cantore on Twitter.

Feb Fitness: Day 1

Yeeeeah…so…

The atmosphere at work yesterday was super stress with a hint of homicdial.  So when I got home I figured I’d hit up good ol’ P Dubs to make the house smell nice and bring up office spirits today through…fat.  And sugar.  To sit around the office the day after I swore it off.  I am full of great ideas.

I don’t think these turned out as well as the traditional buns did (different dough recipe), but they were still a hit and I didn’t eat any.  Woot self control.  Day 1 down.  No swimming today, kick that off tomorrow.

Sugarbomb

Starting tomorrow…pull out that Speedo…it’s February Fitness time!

As a Masters coach I am encouraging one and all to get out there and push your fitness levels this month.  Though I personally am taking a break from hard training due to some chronic injuries that just will not quit (bummer), I still plan on swimming.  Last year I went about 40,000 yards, which is totally beatable.  So there’s goal #1.

Along the same lines of improving overall health/fitness….I have a massive sugar problem.  And apparently sugar is horrifically terrible for you.  So goal #2: cut back on sugar intake.  Eliminating fake sweeteners, avoiding sugary foods during the day, and no candy at all.  It’s a bad habit, time to break it.

And finally, my coworker and I have committed to no bitching this month…which is completely unrelated to physical exertion, but a serious exercise in mental fitness.

And there it is. February Fitness.  Go get ’em.

Battle of the Buns

To start off, I need to mention our Xmas present this year from my parents:

I know.  It’s ridiculous and beautiful.

The day it arrived Paul decided he wanted to use it to make cinnamon buns RIGHT AWAY.  He found a recipe out of the Kitchen Aide instructional book and got to work.

This first attempt wasn’t documented, but that’s probably not a bad thing.  We used the recipe for sweet dough in the KA book for the dough, which turned out fine, but the final product was…not fine. The rolls unraveled, all the cinnamon and sugar in the middle fell out…wasn’t pretty.

Attempt #2.   This time Paul chose the cinnamon bun recipe from All Recipes.  Instructions on the recipe for how to make the dough was “throw the ingredients into a bread maker”, which we don’t have.  So Paul kind of winged it, using a modified version of instructions on how to make bread from the Book while sticking with the ingredients on the internet (yes, this attempt was doomed from the start.)  Anyway, the dough didn’t rise as much as usual, but the buns still looked promising enough going into the oven.

Before:

After:

Little, hard, and turd-like.  They shrank in the oven.  What a sad excuse for a cinnamon roll.

Paul took this all very personally, and by the third attempt was on the warpath.  (Keep in mind that it takes a few hours each time you make the dough, because you have to let it sit and rise and yadda yadda a few times in addition to all the prep and baking.)  So I thought I’d do him a favor and brought in the pinch hitter: Pioneer Woman.  Because everyone knows Pioneer Woman doesn’t mess around.

Attempt #3.  We cut this recipe in half, since PW’s recipe made 7 pans of rolls, which we didn’t need.

Made the dough (this time with baking soda…interesting.)   Set it aside to rise (which it did).  Rolled it out (this time using the tequila bottle instead of wine…better shape…we need to invest in a rolling pin) and could tell right away that the dough was a completely different consistency.  Good sign.  Covered it in (lots of) melted butter, sugar, and cinnamon, and rolled it up:

Buttery sugargoo gooed out everywhere.  Then sliced them up an put them on a sheet:

Let em rise one more time for about 30 minutes, then threw them in the oven.  15 minutes later:

BOOM.  Whatever step we missed in attempt #2 was overcome this round.  These things are HUGE.  Since we didn’t have any maple syrup for PW’s recipe, we whipped up one of the first “cinnamon bun icing” recipes we found online.

The icing turned out a little fluffier than expected (it’s more of a cream cheese frosting recipe, less of a glaze.)   But oh my god.  The final product is DE-LI-CIOUS.  Super doughy (we probably could have stood to leave the buns in the oven a little bit longer, I have a feeling the bigger buns might be a little uncooked in the middle) but with all that butter and sugar who cares.  Doughy deliciousness.

…which means I have to get them out of the house STAT.  Time to start pushing baked goods on my coworkers.

LESSONS:  nailing the dough is the key to good buns;  throwing some melted butter in the middle along with the sugar and cinnamon (which many recipes don’t call for) helps hold the rolls together (even without the frosting); be liberal in your use of cinnamon and sugar (and butter); I love Pioneer Woman.

Now, on to meringue.

Streak Report–Part II

sausage race finish line…picture via

And now, for the second and final installment of the streak report.  Not a lot of running and minimal biking (because I was in California and did not have a bike with me.)  At least I got to do a lot of this in the sun.

Continued from Part I

Day 13: 1hr 15 min of TRX with sprints in between each circuit

Day 14: 5.3 mile run alone with my music, shins and knee reeeeally got to me

Day 15: 26 mile bike ride (1 hr 30 min).  Also the day I decided to take the next week+ off until my leg stopped hurting.

Day 16 : First day in CA.  3200 swim OUTSIIIIDE!

Day 17 (Christmas): everything was closed.  Did a 5ish mile walk with Paul and Dad in the hot hot sun (I broke a sweat, counting it).

Day 18: 4.something mile hike in the mountains of SB with some old friends (we walked uphill, also counting it)

Day 19: 4000 swim (1hr 15 min, main set: broken mile)

Day 20: 3500 swim (1hr 15 min, long course masters practice in SB)

Day 21: 2500 swim (1 hr, long and easy, hypoxic pull)

Day 22: 3000 swim (1hr 15 min, threw some fast 100s in there)

Day 23: Nothing.  Spent the day recovering from a migraine on the flight home.  Then baked bread.

Day 24 (but actually day 25 bc I started on day 0): (NEW YEARS DAY!) 1hr 30 min ride on the trainer.  Felt like death.

The end.  How anticlimactic.  It wasn’t a complete fail, I only did nothing on 2 of the 25 days, but also not a complete success.  I’m still not running, going to try to start again this weekend.  Fingers crossed….

Yeasty Warmth

That post title goes out to Alix.

As much as I enjoyed the trip to California, it is always nice to come home. Unfortunately, that also meant 18 degree weather and short, dark days.

Yup, that’s pretty much all anybody wants to do.

Paul spent the break snowboarding up in the Canadian wilderness with his friend Ollie (like really, in the middle of nowhere) where he and his brother hunt their own meat and build their own shelter and stuff like that.  He brought this book back with him:

Big eye roll.  We live in a neighborhood, not in the wilderness or on a farm in the country (despite what our Christmas card suggests…that picture was taken in our backyard.)   We don’t own a large plot of farming land or cattle.  We are not survivalists.  This book does not apply to us.

But after a day of being home of doing absolutely nothing productive, I decided to crawl out from under my comforter on the couch and see what was in the book anyway.

Last week I helped (watched) Chrissy make some bomb bread in her apartment in SF.  Inspired, I found a bread recipe (there are many) in the book and decided to give it a try.

Boom.  Different recipe than Chrissy’s, totally different type of bread, but still good.  Plus baking it warms the house up and makes it smell yeastily delicious, which is especially wonderful on dark wintery days.

And that book?  I was wrong.  It’s awesome.  It has everything–cooking, gardening, raising animals, making clothes, making preserves (Paul is stoked about that), how to skin a rabbit, home repairs, herbal remedies, diarrhea relief for your dog (seriously)…watch out.

Canning Update

Paul ate some of his salsa on his eggs on Sunday.  And he’s still alive.

He did say that it didn’t taste right, he thinks he used the wrong kind of vinegar.  Rice vinegar next time.

Streak Report–Part I

So, I could lie and pretend like I’ve run every day of the streak.  But I won’t.

Started out on the right foot (ha), but the shins and back pain kicked in after a run I (apparently) pushed a little bit too hard followed by a weekend of increased cycling hours, and I didn’t want to aggravate it all too much.  So I haven’t been running every day.  Fail.  But I have committed myself to exercising every day!  (I missed one day out of the last 12).  And I plan to do so through the first of the year.

Report thus far:

Day 0: 5.4 miles with the morning group (this was the day before I heard about the streak, but thought it should count since I ran)

Day 1: 1 mile (ouch…had a work event, it was dark)

Day 2: 5.4 mucusy miles with the morning group (it was 26 degrees outside)

Day 3: 2 miles with Spike, the squirrels were out in force, I wanted to kill him (+90 minute ride on the bike)

Day 4: 1 mile on my own (+ 5000 yard swim + 1 hour on bike)

Day 5: 3 miles easy running with Paul and Spike (this weekend was where the back and shins started getting bad)

Day 6: ~.5 miles (1-minute sprints with Allison in between our TRX circuits)

Day 7: 5.4 miles with morning group, avg 7:40/mile (+ 1hr yoga…my back was KILLING me, wanted to stretch it out)

Day 8: 0 miles run, but 1.5 mile walk with Spike (and we put our new couch together…I wasn’t feeling super great)

Day 9: 4 miles (25 min run + 6 x 30 sec strides)

Day 10: 0 miles, shins hurt and had long run planned for next day (+ 1hr 30 min on bike + 1500 yard swim)

Day 11: 8.4 miles by my lonesome, had to throw my emergency mix on my ipod to get me out of the house (1hr 10min)

Day 12: 3.4 miles nice and slow (+TRX with a few sprints)

Total miles: 40.1.  Weak sauce.

There you have it.  The (first) 12 Days of Streaking.

…and while we’re riding the Confession Train, I might as well go ahead and announce that at some point last week I actively dove headfirst off the wagon and started eating chocolate in my office again LIKE IT IS MY JOB.

I’m ready for break.

P.S. Someone put a ceramic duck wearing a Christmas sweater right outside my cube.  Totally necessary.