Yesterday I ran 9 miles uphill. Amazing and also a tiny bit painful. Why did I do this? Because I’m a damn fool and I registered for the Mt. Lemmon (half) Marathon – 13.1 miles, all uphill.
Why did I do that? Not totally sure. I registered for the race in some post-holiday, post-hometown visit, fit of ennui and confusion. I spent 10 days in Tucson this holiday break and it was an awesome-to-weird-to-awkward-to-horrible 10 days. I got back to Portland and immediately wanted a hometown do-over, so I registered for this race.
And now I run hills. Every day. Then I do this:
We’re watching Lost Girl. Nacho loves it more than I do.
Anyone else have a race coming up that you’re simultaniously excited for and terrified about? Details, and training plans please!
Wow. Somehow, it’s February, 2013. Somehow, I forgot to write. There is a reason, it’s just kind of a boring one. I spent most of 2012 deeply depressed which is something I’ve struggled and lived with for the better part of a decade, and also, something I don’t love to write about for a variety of reasons. The biggest being watching paint dry is more entertaining than reading about another person’s struggle with depression. (Evidence.)
I stayed away from here because I wasn’t baking, running, or accomplishing anything interesting. My life for most of the year was like a dial-tone.
Luckily, I think things are getting better. I went for a run this week and on the way home from the gym (yeah, I run inside in the winter. I hate being cold SO MUCH) I noticed I was happy. Yay for me. And yay for this blog, where I should be a little more active this year.
To celebrate, here’s a picture of me crossing an item off the ol’ 30-before-30 list:
This horse, Beau, was really grumpy and about 1,000 years old. But it still counts.
And just for your entertainment, here’s a holiday photo of my brother and I at our family Christmas party. Which was also the best night of the holiday break. And was also the night I taught my Grammy how to Tootsie-Roll.
This was a costume race – I hate costumes so I didn’t dress up. But, based on this photo, I’m going to say I went as a ghost.
I love my city and today was a good reminder of that. I ran the Run Like Hell Half Marathon and even though it was cold, wet, and my training was pretty half assed (though not as non-existent as it was in July for this race), I loved it.
This has not been a great year happiness wise. I fell into a post holiday funk in January and never really got out of it. Still in the middle of it to tell the truth. I should write about that, when I’m out the other side. But today – today I was happy. At the starting line surrounded by damp Ninja Turtles, Wonder Women (yes, plural, this was a VERY popular costume), and the Noid, I was just excited to run.
The race was pretty challenging. Like, four uphill miles through the Terwilliger Curves challenging. And, it was also beautiful. The leaves were changing, the bums under the Hawthorne Bridge were cheering (serious – they were my favorite cheering section and the course took me through their area twice), and even though I lost a toenail and bled through my shoe, it was fun. I’ll take it.
Signs of something very bad inside…
(PS: For anyone keeping track – and I doubt anyone is but me, but still – this race keeps me on track for the 30 Before 30 goal of running one race per month. In September I did a quick 8k with Race for the Cure (ahhh sorry super lefty lady friends – I needed a race and this was the only one that would work with my schedule. It was super boring and not worth a post.)
When I was a little girl I was absolutely terrified of the fish tank aisle of any pet store or Wal Mart. (There were frequent trips to Wal Mart.) I would dare myself to walk down them and then just feel abject terror. So easy to picture the tanks simultaneously shattering and all those nasty little fish getting on me. At Sea World the shark encounter would give me nightmares. It was just so easy to envision the glass breaking, the hammerhead shark bursting forward and biting me in half as its last ask before suffocating.
So, I’m basically the last person you’d expect to go swimming around in the shark infested, fish-filled, coral reefs of Nassau, Bahamas.
But guess what, ya’ll? I DID IT.
And I loved it. Well, there was one huge, mean looking fish, that swam up to me and stared into my soul with his ugly fish eyes…
Besides that though, snorkeling is the best thing in the world. I could have stayed out there for hours. The experience was even cooler because I got to share it with my mom, in her first big one-armed snorkeling extravaganza.
Also, it’s extremely attractive:
All my photos from the trip are Polaroids because I’m THAT girl.
Unless you’re an adorable child in overalls, do not do this in public.
There are few things I like better than a list of things to do. So, of course, I’m attacking my 30 Before 30 list enthusiastically. The first item I knocked off was my 21 day Vega Kickstart, which ended a few days ago.
I’m particularly proud of accomplishing this one because the last two days of it occurred while I was on a cruise to the Bahamas with my mom. Cruises are essentially a celebration of gluttony. At one point yesterday I saw a lady double fisting ice cream cones. Lick one, lick the other, back and forth, like someone was about to take them away from her even though ice cream was free in unlimited amounts aboard the ship. I’m not usually super judge-y about food — what do I care what anyone else eats — but that one turned my stomach.
Needless to say – not an easy place to complete the kickstart. (Again: free ice cream.) But I did it. Actually, I liked it so much and I feel so great, I’m going to see how long I can continue this for. I’m not sure it will stick forever because it really does require a lot of work and time that I don’t always have. I figure at the very least I can stay away from dairy for another month though, thanks to the image of weird double-fisting ice cream cruise lady that I can’t un-see.
Got this in the mail today from my Grandfather. The benefit of writing other people onto your 30 before 30 list is that you get to see how they respond. My Grammy is so excited, that she’s actually started her own “80 before 80” list (she’s got 5 years to go – we won’t shove 80 major life activities into a year!) and my Grandfather, whose time in the ATF and other government service I’d like to document, set me the handwritten note on the back of a birthday card. (Apparently Grandfather has a veritable arsenal in his house somewhere. I’ll probably pass on the machine guns, but will happily record his history.)
I’m really excited that this project is giving me the chance to really know my grandparents as an adult. They both had a big hand in raising me, and I’m glad they’re willing to be open with me and share parts of their lives that I’ve only learned about in fragments over the years.
I want to eat all these things
Today was the first day of the Vegan Kick Start I committed to as part of my 30 Before 30 list. Don’t worry, I won’t blog every day of it. That would be almost as exhausting – for me and for you – as the amount of cooking I’ll have to do the next 21 days.
I’ve been vegetarian for a decade and I do eat mostly whole/fresh food. However, I have two significant weaknesses that have prevented me from going vegan: ice cream (!!) and cheese (!!!). On my birthday a few days ago, I went to a vegan Italian restaurant that did some amazing cheese-like things with cashews, so perhaps there’s hope.
Since it’s only been a day, I can’t say that I feel any different – though Alicia Silverstone promises I will soon – but what I can say is that this is really going to test my ability to function as an adult human capable of cooking food, which is intimidating.
You might think that this blog’s title implies a fondness for cooking. And you would be wrong. I like to bake. But, when it comes to feeding myself my defaults are: eat whatever is leftover from the last time Oliver cooked, eat whatever fruit is sitting around, or eat popcorn.Sometimes I’ll make toast. That doesn’t really cut it for this kick start which focuses not just on eliminating animal products, but also on actually being a healthy person. Damn it.
This will be a stretch, but possibly a good one, and if it goes well, maybe I can leave popcorn for dinner behind with my 20s.