Yesterday was my first Kentucky election.
They went…as you might expect Kentucky elections to go. The governor is still trying to sue the EPA. Oh, well…at least our AG looks like a superhero.
every walk is a sort of crusade
Yesterday was my first Kentucky election.
They went…as you might expect Kentucky elections to go. The governor is still trying to sue the EPA. Oh, well…at least our AG looks like a superhero.
We were supposed to head to Baltimore this beautiful fall weekend to see my sister and Joe and go for a mudrun, but med school tightened its death grip and we stayed here. And did uneventful things. Hence the boring post.
{molly and joe post-mud run in baltimore, sans us. sad face.}
{tomatoes in the backyard… still hanging in there}
{heeeere, batter batter}
{pumpkin loaf, a seasonal favorite…the office wolfed it down. recipe here}
{cruisin the hood with spikeman}
This goes out to my sister, she’ll know why.
And I love how that one girl leaves the other one hanging at the end.
So, this past week was supposed to be “END BLOBTOBERFEST!” I was going to get back into training and put together a training schedule and GET ON THE BALL. But then I got the flu and it knocked me on my butt for the whole week. I didn’t exercise once. Not even close. But I did experience some soreness from lying in bed so much.
So, what did I do during my week off (aside from turning into a pile of white, doughy grossness)?
Signed up for a half Ironman. Of course.
My good friend Alix is getting married next summer and decided to do the Honu 70.3 in June before the wedding. And I am joining her. It is going to be my A race for next year (I’ve never been to Hawaii before…I am beyond excited.)
PARTY ON THE NORTH SHORE!
The really upsetting part about the above picture is that a person I had met a few times who coincidentally works with one of my friends saw this picture on my friend’s phone at work and was like, “Oh wait, I know that girl, she works at the triathlon shop, right?”
October = sloth. Time off from training combined with approaching holidays and travel over the past few weeks has resulted in…tighter pants and a real knack for convincing myself that I’d really be better off staying on the couch with my pumpkin beer “recovering” (from what, I don’t know) than getting up and going for a run.
Enter: Operation New Leaf.
A number of my friends (namely triathletes) are taking major steps to improve their diet and nutrition as the new season approaches. So I decided that in the spirit of turning things around and making healthier choices next season I am going to start early and do the same…sort of.
Here is our office:
OK, that’s a blueprint of the Dunder Mifflin office, but it’s not SO far off. We even have a Michael, Stanley, and Phyllis that work here.
Our office has these:
Everywhere. All year long. Not just for Halloween. (And this is a small bowl…but I didn’t want people thinking I was a weirdo taking pictures of the office candy.)
Here is me:
I love sugar. Here is how our office is set up:
The orange line denotes the path from the front door to my desk, the green line is the bathroom to my desk, and the pink dashed line is my alternative route. The angry tornadoes are, obviously, baskets of processed sugar. This is the challenge I face every day-after-sedentary-day. And pretty much every day I lose.
So my major, revolutionary, dietary life change? I’m not going gluten free…or sugar free…or even candy free…just NO MORE CRAP AT WORK. Today was my first day. I made it.
Baby steps to the elevator.
This has been around a while, but I still watch it when I need a good dose of serenity. Love.
BON IVER “Holocene” from nabil elderkin on Vimeo.
{Celebrated a wedding with old friends in Colorado…}

{…and the life of an old friend in Seal Beach…}
{…some trail running in Barea…}
{…and Kentucky football games at Commonwealth Sadium…}
{…a little pumpkin baked deliciousness at home (recipe here)…}
{…and domestic adventures in canning…}
{…seasonal reading (yes, this book is from the “required high school reading” section of the library and is labeled “teen” on the cover)…}
For anyone who grew up with Sesame Street (or anyone who watched their kids grow up with Sesame Street), this might make you tear up.
“I knew that Elmo should represent love.”
~Kevin Clash
Throw in some coffee, advil, and a port a potty and this pretty much sums up my weekend. Full race report posted here.