The Flower City Half Marathon here in Rochester is twelve weeks away. I haven’t officially signed up for this race yet – but I unofficially signed up in my head yesterday, and that totally counts.
Do you remember when flax seed was suddenly the new and hip seed to eat? Flax seems like old news to most of us now, and it’s a kitchen staple among many health conscious foodies.
But for me, this seed has been nothing but a giant pain in the flax.
It seems well known that it’s important to eat ground flax seed. Their little hulls are so hard, if you eat them whole they’ll pass right through your body undigested and you miss out on their rich supply of essential fatty acids, Omega-3 in particular.
Movin’ to the Country, Gonna Freeze Me A Lot of Peaches
August 20th, 2011 | Posted by in Healthy Habits - (7 Comments)We’ve gotten a slew of peaches from the CSA share in recent weeks – more peaches than we can eat.
Or really, more peaches than I am currently in the mood to eat.
Don’t get me wrong – summer peaches are fabulous. But frankly, I am peached out. I’ve thrown enough Peach Pits into our compost pile this month to change my zip code to 90210.
(it’s possible I had a poster of Luke Perry hanging on my bedroom wall from approximately 1992 until 1994…)
I usually sketch out exercise plans a couple days in advance, taking the weather forecast and our schedule into account when coming up with a loose idea of what I’ll do in the days ahead.
I knew I was going to “ride Saturday, run Sunday” – but when I woke up this morning, I felt the need for a little *something* to make today’s run more interesting and fun.
If you’re supposed to give thanks for something each day, today I’m giving thanks for the XBox game Dance Central that I played at a holiday office party way back in December. I’m also giving thanks to the commercial for said game during The Biggest Loser on Hulu the other day.
Yes, thank you Hulu and Dance Central for reminding me about this song. It is the newest addition to my running playlist.
Want to cut 2 minutes off your pace for 3 minutes and 31 seconds? This ought to do it. Don’t forget to turn it up.
OK, I promise to stop starting all my posts with a picture of my left hand.
Right after this one.
Now, I won’t show you what’s under that bandage, but let’s just say this carrot sorta reminds me of something that I can’t quite put my finger on.
You know, if I had some raw hamburger to stuff into that crack there I bet then I could finger figure it out.
So how on earth a little finger infection and minor surgery can throw life into such upheaval for a couple of days is beyond me. But then I look at that carrot again and think about all the nerve endings in my finger suddenly I’m reminded why.
Whenever I say “Ratatouille”, I always want to say it twice and then the chorus Rock Me Amadeus starts to play in my head.
What? Is that just me? Probably.
So… Ratatouille. Yeah. I’m fairly sure “Ratatouille” is French for “what the hell am I going to do with all these summer vegetables?”
My mom has been making Ratatouille and raving to me about it during recent phone conversations. When she described what went into it, I realized that I had every single one of the ingredients in my overstocked-with-produce fridge. That’s what I call vegetable fate.
If I could sum up in one word what I’ve learned over the course of the last couple of weeks here, that word would be:
Balance.