It’s Thursday eve, or hump day as we affectionately call it in corporate America. There’s something magical about the promise of a Wednesday. We’re oh so close to magical Friday afternoon. In our house, Wednesdays are also the only weekday where we can enjoy dinner as a family. It’s a nice rarity. Fortunately for me, the hubby usually has dinner done or in progress by the time I get home. It’s such a relief to not have to cook.
I was reminded tonight of the importance of being exceptionally specific when giving teenage boys directives. Sunday I had asked Goalielocks to bring down all his dirty clothes and towels, so he have clean clothes when school started. There was one crucial mistake in that sentence: the phrase “when school started.” Apparently, this freed the way for him to only wash the clothes he needs for this week.
When going upstairs to find my mouse, I noticed the error of my ways. His room still look like a clothes/bath towel box had exploded. Clearly, he hasn’t watched Tidying UP on Netflix. Or perhaps he misunderstood the directions to put all the clothes on your bed before figuring out what he could part with, but somehow I don’t think that’s the case. See when raising teenage boys, you have to be exceedingly specific and definitive in your directives. Moreover, you have to follow it up with turning off the wifi until the chore is done.
To be fair, both Goalielocks and his older brother Jake do their own laundry, so I can’t complain too loudly about his laundry. It’s just when Goalielocks does laundry, he only does 10%. Marie Kondo would lose her mind! Now for the good news. With the youngest in seventh grade, I’m a year away from only have to do me and my hubby’s laundry. That will be an awesome day!
An update to the thyroid, I’m still hyperactive and there’s inflammation in the gland. This is part of the process of they thyroid dying, but it’s taking forever and I’m impatient. Due to the thyroid, I’ve been running hot (low-grade fever) for the past several weeks. My heart rate has come down a bit since last week, which is a relief. It had a mind of its own last week, so I skipped the trip to Tampa with Goalielocks. After all if my heart rate Friday was 105 bps sitting at my desk while on beta blockers, my heart rate watching my goalie would have been dangerous. Good times!
While I wait for the hyperthyroidism to abate, I’m taking it completely easy. At this point, I’m not even non-aggressively riding my bike. We’ve had a cold in the house, so I’ve been taking fresh ginger shots with lemon to boost my immune system and reduce inflammation. It’s amazing how sweet a lemon tastes after drinking ginger. If you haven’t tried it, I do recommend it. For my S. Florida peeps, I recommend checking out Juiceberry in Boynton in Deerfield Beach or Smoothie Whirl’d in Boynton and West Palm. A solid online option is Jus by Julie’s boosters. When bundled with a cleanse, they’re 30% off through Sunday with the discount code Cleanse30. Since we’ll be traveling a bit in the coming weeks, it will be easier for me to have them delivered.
In order to keep myself sane and intellectually engaged, I’ve been reading my way back to health. Over the past eight months, I’ve been out of my normal routine due to injury and health concerns. Sadly, I often found myself too exhausted to write. Fortunately, I was able to draw my reading list off The Greatest Books. First, of all I like the site because it has a thoughtfully curated list of the best fiction and non-fiction works of all time. Secondly, I love that you can track what you’ve read and what you want to read.
I’ve read some amazing works from a myriad of different genres and authors across time. Since I’ve read some wonderful works of fiction, I’d thought I’d share some of them with you. Here’s the list of my favorites:
If you’ve never read Wilkie Collins, your missing out. He’s a one of kind author, who narrates his stories from multiple viewpoints. His plot development and character development are amazing. Collins was a contemporary and good friend of Charlies Dickens. He was also a huge influence to Edgar Allen Poe. Once you read both these books, I think you’ll find that the great Agatha Christie was influenced by him as well.
When I first picked up Ana Karenina, I was a bit intimidated. It is a thick book. As I got into it, I loved it. Tolstoy doesn’t waste a word. I was happy to find that Tolstoy didn’t incorporate essays with in the books or long tangents like those found in his contemporaries works. Both Ana Karenina and Resurrection are beautiful stories. In Anna Karenina, he tells the story of the titular characters life and the consequences of her choices. It’s a tragic story told beautifully. In Resurrection, he tells the story of man confronted by the impact his choices had on someone he loved. In the end, he finds his redemption in a most obvious spot. Truly, after finishing both novels, I feel compelled to travel to Saint Petersburg and the rest of Tolstoy’s Russia.
After finishing Nabokov’s Lolita, I needed a literary pick me up and a shower. That book will leave you feeling dirty…. I turned to Hesse’s Siddharta.. Hesse, of German-Swiss descent, bring a unique east meets west perspective. This novel follows the spiritual journey of Siddharta. His quest for enlightenment puts him in places and situations he never could have imagined. It’s a beautiful book.
I loved Narcissus and Goldmund, which tells the tale of two best friends who are diametrically different, but still love each other. While Goldmund leaves the monastery in search of the meaning of life. His mentor and friend Narcissus stays in monastic life. Throughout their lives they take different paths, but eventually their paths reunite. It’s a beautiful tale of friendship and life.
It took me awhile to get into Steppenwolf, but eventually I was pulled into the world of Harry Haller. Like the other two Hesse books, this one explores the duality of human nature. This time in main character Harry Haller and not two separate characters like in Narcissus and Goldmund. At the end of the day, you can’t go wrong with any of these books by Hesse.
Since I was heading to Scandinavia this fall, I wanted to read something that was Scandinavian. After much research and a couple of recommendations, I decided to read The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. While in Finland, I finally started reading the book and I couldn’t put it down. I loved that I could imagine where they were in Gamle Stan in Stockholm since I was just there.
It’s an awful tragedy that we lost Stieg Larsson before these books were publishes. He turned in the manuscripts for the first three installments in the Millennium Series, but died shortly after. His books are incredible. There are few characters in literature as vivid, damaged and bad ass as Larsson’s Lisbeth Salander.
I’ve already read the first four books in the series and cannot wait to read the fifth. Since Larsson’s premature death prevented him from finishing the Millennium series, David Lagercrantz took up the mantle. I was worried that Lagercrantz’s take on Larsson’s characters would be unfaithful to the original. Lagercratnz had huge shoes to fill, but he did it beautifully. The continuity between the characters and stories between Larsson’s and Lagercrantz’s books is seamless. If you haven’t read this series yet, I highly recommend it. If you love Daniel Craig, like I do, you’ll love him in the movie version.
These are just a few of the books I’ve read since last summer that really resonated with me. I’ve included links to Amazon for each of my recommended books. I’m always looking for good book recommendations. What’s your favorite book? What books do you recommend?
It’s resolution time again my friends. I can hardly believe that a year has past since I last typed out some idealistic, but achievable resolutions. When I look back on last year’s post, Resolution Time, I had some great goals. Unfortunately, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I did make some of the 5:30 am classes at Burn and they were fabulous, but I only managed to run one 5k. Moreover, I didn’t do well, which was disappointing.
Unfortunately, the pain in my left ankle ended up being more serious than tendonitis and tenosynovitis. I tore the tendon, posterior tibial tendon, where it meets the bone in my foot. That diagnosis and associated pain effectively ended my running career in 2018. As I wrote a couple of days ago, https://flhockeymomfit.com/dignity-in-aging/ , the tear in my tendon was compounded by newly discovered thyroid problems. Oh joy! There went my fitness goals for 2018.
I was relegated to the pool with my cast cover (affectionately called my cast condom) and my new Aquajogger belt instead of hitting the gym at 5:30 am and logging some serious mileage running. I totally fit in with the snow bird crowd. My only outlet was swimming or jogging in the pool. If I’m being honest, I totally suck at both swimming and aqua jogging. Nonetheless, I found a way to stay active while my tendon had me sidelined.
Sadly, I was prohibited from doing cardio once the severity of my thyroid issue was understood. Can I tell you that it’s been pure torture? I’m using to teaching Zumba four times a week plus running 20-25 miles during the week. The inability to do cardio is driving me crazy. Eventually I bought a nice new bike. My doc said I could ride it if I could do so non-aggressively. As it turns out, I’m not really capable of doing that on a road bike. Thus I’m resigned to riding the stationery bike.
As for travel, I had a fabulous year. I started the year with a trip to Chicago in January with the Mayor and Goalielocks. In February, Goalielocks and I headed to Massachusetts/New Hampshire for a tournament. That trip was a bit of a mess with Goalielocks’ injury. Nevertheless, we had a great time exploring the area before he got hurt. In March, we spent spring break in the Bahamas with our awesome extended family. April brought an amazing momcation trip to Turks & Caicos. The trip was absolutely spectacular. Finally, we hopped the pond to explore Sweden, Finland and Denmark in late October. I can’t wait to go back!
Lastly, I was able to take on responsibilities with the Broward/Palm Beach PanCan affiliate. This was my first year serving as team and individual development chair for PurpleStride. It was absolutely rewarding to be a member of the team! Goalielocks attended many of the meeting with me and volunteered with me at the event as well. This was one of my 2018 resolutions that I was not willing to break. Excitedly, we exceeded our fundraising goal for the event!
Last year was difficult, but wonderful. I lost a dear colleague in September, which was very hard. My family and I experienced some serious health issues throughout the year. Fortunately, 2019 will bring a resolution to my thyroid woes. I’m looking forward to a fruitful year in which I can get back to doing the things I love and feeling like myself. Honestly, I’ve been craving a run. If you asked me five years ago if I enjoyed running, I would have laughed at you. And now, I crave it. Life is so odd.
Here are my resolutions for 2019:
Be patient in my recovery. I’m not a patient person, but given the risks I’ve been compliant with my doctor’s no-cardio/take it easy orders. Needless to say, I’ll behave.
Focus on getting stronger – more weights/more days in the gym.
Explore the world – nothing feeds the soul more than exploring the globe with the people you love!
Run a 5K and not suck at it.
Involvement with PanCan
Eat to perform
I saw some great memes this week on new years resolutions. For example, people will pack the gym (like sardines) for the next 3 weeks only for it to be empty by February. While I didn’t meet a lot of my goals for 2018 as set forth in my resolutions, I also have to acknowledge that much of it was outside my control. So this year, if you find yourself unexpectedly out of commission and unable to meet your goals, be kind to yourself.
There’s no dignity in aging that is for damn sure. Along with radiation, isolation this pretty much describes the last couple months of my life. You may recall that I tore my tendon last summer while running. It was a complete buzz kill and put me on a boot and scooter for ten weeks. The injury, a tear in the posterior tibial tendon, was a surgical injury. Unfortunately, in my pre-op blood work they found that my thyroid had gone rogue. I went back two weeks later to ensure it wasn’t an anomaly and sadly it was not.
Now I was sidelined with a torn tendon and a rogue thyroid. I guess they weren’t lying when they said there’s no dignity in aging. Since my thyroid was hyperactive, I was no longer a candidate for surgery, so I opted for the controversial and expensive stem cells injection. Further complicating matters it the fact that our tendons ability to heal is heavily influence by the thyroid. Thus its unlikely that I’ll see a full recovery in the tendon until my thyroid has stabilized. #winning Nonetheless, between the torn tendon and the hyperthyroidism, I’ve been unable to do cardio since late July. It’s been quite the adjustment both mentally and physically.
My visit to the the endo was pretty straightforward. We were both confident that was the culprit behind my hyperthyroidism given that Graves Disease runs in my family. She did stress that I was lucky to have found the disease early as it progresses quite rapidly. Moreover, she laid out a plan of action to confirm our suspicions: more blood work and a thyroid scan and uptake test. If the diagnosis was confirmed, we proceed immediately to RAI (a.k.a. radioactive iodine) treatment. The nice thing about my endo is that she does’t make me come in to get test results or discuss next steps. Naturally, I have my appointments, but it’s nice not having to go into the office each step of the way.
Once my blood work came back abnormal the second time, my GP referred me out to an endocrinologist. Apparently, in South Florida they’re in very high demand. I initially made my appointment in early August for late October. I was none to pleased with that timeline. Fortunately, an appointment opened up in early September.
In late October, after more blood work and thyroid scan/uptake test, she called to confirmed that our initial suspicions were correct. It was Graves Disease, an autoimmune disorder that attacks the thyroid gland causing it to be hyperactive. My next step would be the RAI treatment. Fortunately, I was still able to go overseas and enjoy all that Sweden, Finland and Denmark have to offer before completing the RAI treatment. Admittedly, I was far from 100% during the trip, but I still had the most amazing time. (I’ll be sharing more from the trip in the coming days.)
Once I was back on the continent, the appointment was set and my family I prepared for the three days I’d spend in complete isolation. (Fellow moms, I know what you’re thinking – complete silence and alone time= complete gift. You’re not wrong.) This was also the run up to the Purple Stride event and I was serving as Chair for team and personal development for the first time. We had to buy a lot of disposable plates and silverware, since my dishes couldn’t co-mingle with the family’s dishes. I also bought a lot of cough drops and throat spray as throat pain is one of side effects of the treatment.
Early November 19th, I headed over to DCA where they’d administer the RA-131. By this time, I was anxious to get it over with and get back to normal. They called me back and then there was a problem. When they called to schedule, they neglected to tell me that a negative pregnancy test had to be on file. At this point, I was quite aggravated and not willing to move my appointment. It was, after all, their mistake.
Fortunately, I was able to negotiate a compromise with the tech and radiologist. I quickly left DCA and headed to CVS where I bought the cheapest pregnancy test I could find. I hurried back to DCA, took the test, handed it to the tech and got my RAI. Sadly, I forgot to take a picture of the mini-keg the pill came in. I did have some trepidations as the tech handled the keg with thick lead gloves as she pulled the pill out of a thick glass test tube from within the keg.
The following days were quite uneventful. I worked from home effectively only missing conference calls since my throat hurt and my voice was weak. I binged watch all of the shows and movies I can’t ordinarily enjoy in a house of boys. To be honest, I was a bit disappointed that my neck didn’t glow. I had grandiose plans of making a video of me singing radioactive with a glowing neck, but alas that couldn’t happen. Since the boys were off that week, they took times dropping off water and food to my room. By the end of the three days, I was ready to see civilization again.
As I mentioned, the boys were all home from school that week. You would think that while I was in insolation things like the dishes, sweeping, and putting away clothes would have been taken care of, but alas they were not. No sooner had I left my isolation than I was already willing to go back into it.
It’s been almost six weeks since the RAI and my thyroid should be slowing down by now. However, my thyroid, as mentioned before has gone rogue. It is now more hyperactive than it was before. Needless to say, I’m quite disappointed. I cannot go back to working out until my thyroid is no longer hyperactive. So say a prayer that when I go back to my Endo in six weeks, my rogue thyroid has been reformed and on it’s way to being normal or hypo.
In the meantime, I’ll continue taking the beta blockers and trying to adhere to a sedentary lifestyle that’s miserable. The disease has made watching Goalielocks in net a bit perilous. Fortunately, the beta blockers keep my heart rate and rhythm from being totally ridiculous. Thankfully, the Mayor is a second year peewee and not in a checking league, so his games are still pretty relaxing for me. (You know I had to bring some hockey into it!). I’m utterly exhausted day in and day out, which is a major downside of the disease and the meds I’m on. Sleep is hard to come by when your thyroid is hyperactive. The beta blockers make it even more difficult. One thing is sure, when this is over and it will be soon, I’ll be quite grateful for good health and the ability to be active. I cannot wait to run again!
After nearly nine hours aboard a Boeing 787-900, we made it safely to Stockholm. The 789 was quite comfortable and I actually managed to get some sleep! Yay! If I had to guess, our bartender Laura’s heavy pour at the airport helped this mission. Nevertheless, it wasn’t enough, so I’m totally exhausted now and its only 10:00 PM in Stockholm and 5:00 pm back home. Once we got through customs and got our luggage, which was quite quick, we grabbed a snack and drink (coffee please) at 7-11 before hopping on the express train into the sitting.
Much like my initial impressions of Norway, Sweden reminds me a lot of Minnesota. Speaking of Norway, we flew over Fjord Norway on our approach into Stockholm’s Arlanda airport. The region looked absolutely beautiful from 40,000 ft with the mountains covered in snow. As for the train, we arrived at central station in a brisk 20 minutes. Fortunately, our hotel is mere half of block from the station.
Our hotel is adorable. We have four bed and a beautiful patio overlooking Stockholm. It’s the perfect place to store our beverages and stinky shoes. The view is pretty fabulous as well. Once we got situated in the hotel room, we got ready to head out and about to find dinner.
We started our exodus looking for a meatball place, but found the maps and google searches aren’t too successful here unless we’re on wi-fi. We walked for several blocks in the brisk evening air until we happened upon a place called Polpette – combination of Italian and Swedish cuisine. The restaurant was beautiful inside with friendly waitresses and hostesses.
Our dinner started with drinks, my bro and I enjoyed a lingonberry margarita, while B enjoyed a glass of wine and Jake stuck with water. We started our dinner with an appetizer order of sourdough cheese bread and fresh caprese. They were amazing. Unfortunately, we ate them so fast we didn’t even stop to take a picture.
For the main course, I enjoyed a flank steak on a bed of gratinized mashed potatoes. Jake had Swedish meatballs, Brandi has pasta Bolognese and Jon had fettucine with steak. Our main courses were beautiful and delicious. My meal came with the bonus of an asparagus spear wrapped in bacon- yum. Honestly, the food absolutely hit the spot. We enjoyed our meal and the hospitality of the staff at Polpette. If you’re ever in downtown Stockholm, I recommend you pay them a visit.
Post dinner we headed back towards the hotel in hopes of finding pastries, but alas all the cafes were already closed for the night. Since we couldn’t find pastries, we headed to the Ice Bar in Stockholm. I’ve been to the Ice Hotel in Quebec City, but this was my first time at a year round ice bar.
We suited up and headed into the ice. Much like the Ice Hotel in Quebec, the Ice Bar had several elaborate ice carvings. This bar is done in a Viking theme, which makes for an impressive experience. It should come as no surprise that we spent tons of time hanging out on the Viking ship and throne while enjoying our drinks. Our bartender was fantastic and gave us a list of places to try before leaving Stockholm After several rounds of drinks, we headed back to the hotel for a night-cap and to get ready for tomorrow.
Wow, it feels like forever since I’ve actually had the time to post on back to back days. We had a busy day of hockey and hockey related activities. The morning started with the Mayor’s team fundraising at a Publix in Coconut Creek. Thanks to the store’s generous patrons, his squad raised over $800. Fortunately, he and the hubby were back in time to leave right way for Goalielock’s games.
Goalielock’s and his squad split the day dropping the first contest to the Hawks, but winning their second against the Toros. I had a blast in the box with Tonya and DB during the first game. Reunited and it felt so good! Unfortunately, during he warmups for game two Goalielock’s left leg slid out on him and he pulled his groin. Long story short, I walked out to hit the restroom pre-game and when I came back he was on the bench in a different jersey. It only took me almost the entire first period to figure it out. Needless to say, Goalielocks has been on solid regimen of ice for 20 and heat for 20 since he got home.
I’ve gotta give a shout to fellow hockey mom D. Green for the amazing ribbon she gave me. I freaking love it. It makes me wonder how the crafty gene skipped me entirely. Truly, I have not one crafty bone in my body. When I try to be crafty, it ends up looking like something you’d see on Netflix’s Nailed It. (love that show!) Nonetheless, since I don’t possess that skillset at all, I’m in awe of those who do it so well.
Between Goalielock’s game, the Mayor had a four hour clinic. We sent Goalielock’s to John’s house with the team, while we drove to Palm Beach to drop him off. After dropping him off, we headed over to meet the team for some grub. As for my Mayor, he’s completely exhausted after the craziness of his day. It’s not often that he puts himself to bed this early! Speaking of which, it’s time for me to head off to practice my Swedish, read a bit and head to bed.
There’s nothing I enjoy more than exploring the world with my family and friends. Last month, we were in the Bahamas for a fun and relaxing trip with family. This weekend the Hubby is headed West for an adult hockey tournament with Goalielocks, while the Mayor will head to Epcot with school. Jake will be working, which means I’ll have an entire Saturday to myself! (Say what!?!?!) If I didn’t have all these blisters on my feet from starting to run again, I’d probably go get a long over due pedicure. I’m just a little concerned about picking up an infection with the blisters, so I’ll probably go shoe shopping instead.
Before I get to my super Saturday, I have a 5K on Thursday night. It’s all about the preparation with these races, which means I’m facing an uphill battle. I’ve trained pretty steadily for the past two weeks, but it isn’t going to be sufficient to yield favorable results. My goal is to get back under 30 minutes, but I don’t think this will be that race. Nevertheless, it feels great to be running again. To be clear, it feels good after I’m done running not while I’m running.
Next weekend I’m headed to the islands for a well deserved momcation. I can’t wait to be on a beautiful island with incredible women and incredible beaches. Its been a hell of a first quarter and this is the perfect way to recharge my battery for the second quarter. Honestly, I cannot wait to disconnect for a few days while in the company of great people. Plus, you cannot beat the beaches in Turks and Caicos!
One of my goals has always been to travel more and see different places. The trips don’t have to be long, but just enough to get away for a bit and explore a new city. Consequently, I’ve been thinking that for the boys’ birthdays, it would be better to take them on a weekend getaway than buy them something. I love the idea of shared experiences over material goods. I’ll let you know how that goes. Lastly, Goalielocks hit the ice for the first time in earnest since his injury almost two months ago!
Happy Easter to the blogosphere. I don’t know about you guys, but I started my day with a sensible breakfast of eggs. While the breakfast of eggs part was true, the sensible not so much. Unless, of course, your breakfast of eggs was made up of Cadbury eggs.
Our egg/basket hunt was a bit disjointed as Jake had to leave for work before Goalielocks woke up. While we could have woken him up to hunt the hunt, it’s better to let sleeping beasts lie. Though shall not wake up a teenager unnecessarily. We’ve learned that lesson the hard way.
The boys enjoyed their baskets. Admittedly, they were quite simple, but we’re trying to move towards a less is more kind of lifestyle. Fortunately, I planned the candy but well so as to leave enough extra Cadbury Eggs for the hubby and I to enjoy.
For the majority of the day, we chilled at home binge watching the Trailer Park Boys. If you’ve never watched this show, you’re missing out. The show follows the unbelievable antics of three friends in a trailer park. Unfortunately, for these guys the park provides a pretty toxic environment.
We also made so progress on the remodel project we’re starting in our family room and kitchen. After some debate over paint colors, we narrowed it down to three choices. Consequently, we headed to Home Depot to get some samples. Afterwards, the Hubby painted the sample on to the wall in two areas, so we could make an intelligent case. Here are the colors? What are your thoughts?
Lastly, the Piggie and I got in a good four mile run this afternoon. Admittedly, neither my speed nor my endurance is where I’d like it to be heading into Thursday’s race. While I’d love to finish the corporate run (5K) below thirty minutes, I don’t think I’m there yet. Anyway, I’ll let you know how it goes on Friday.
This morning was all about karma at the doctor’s office. I finally had my appointment with my new doctor after my last doctor retired. I say finally because I had only rescheduled it three times. The waiting room was pleasantly near empty when I arrived, so I was hopeful my visit would be quick. I was wrong, but I digress.
So here’s the backstory to the karma. As our boys have grown up, we’ve always tried to take them to professionals from diverse backgrounds. Honesty, I didn’t want my boys to see people based on stereotypes they seen in the movies or the news. Moreover, it is important to me that my boys grow up being comfortable with a female doctor.
It’s all gone pretty. Well except the time I booked their physical appointments with the new pediatrician (female) in the office. Goalielocks and the Mayor we’re still quite young, but my oldest was in middle school and had just hit puberty.
The appointment started like any other appointment and then the doctor walked in. My boys were a bit taken back when a smoking hot, young blonde doctor walked into the room. Naturally, my oldest was mortified. If ever in a young boys life there was a time for this not to happen, this was the time. I felt horrible. Puberty and middle school are bad enough and then your mom takes you to a doctor that looks like she just took off her Victoria Secret Angel wings.
Which brings me to my karma at the doctor’s office….. As the new medical assistant took my vitals, she asked if I had any concerns. I said I did, I’m fat, old and tired. Okay, so I didn’t say it exactly like that, but you get my gist. She finished taking my medical history and said the doc would be in shortly.
As I waited, I worked my emails and IM at work to make productive use of my time. I heard ruffling of the feathers and was going it might now be my turn (60 minutes after my appointment time.). Indeed it was my turn, I prepared to introduce myself to my new doctor, who happens to be an older woman. Instead a young good looking and male medical student walks in and introduced himself. #fml
To be clear, the medical student did a great job and had good bedside manner, but none of that really mattered at that moment. Now in my head I’m scrambling because I definitely don’t want to tell this hot Med student that I’m fat, old and tired as it’s not a good look. At the same time, I wanted to be honest with my concerns, so I left out the old part. I decided since he has eyes, he probably already saw that I was tired and chunky.
The whole time I’m dying on the inside. It was so totally my karma for taking my newly post pubescent to a pediatrician that looked like a Victoria’s Secret angel. My Med student, who they wouldn’t let me take home, did a great job and will make a great doctor. However, I’m on the fence about my new doctor. I guess I’ll have to see how my follow up appointment goes next month.
It’s a bit tough to swallow that our vacation ended days ago and I’m still exhausted. Fortunately, the dinner I made in the Instant Pot was not! I love the convenience and quick turnaround of this magical device.
Tonight’s dish was Ropa Vieja and it did not disappoint. The meat (a roast) took only 90 minutes to cook. Once the 90 minutes had elapsed, I was able to easily shred the beef with my fork. I then added in the peppers, so they could cook without contaminating the entire meat (everyone, but me hates peppers) and added the olives.
What’s even better is that while the roast cooked, the Piggie and I were able to run an arduous 3.5 miles. It was not my best run and the first time in awhile I’ve logged over 3 miles. Fortunately, the weather was entirely perfect. There was not a cloud in the sky. It was a perfect (at least weather wise) run with temperatures in the upper 70s to low 80
During the 3rd mile we alternated walking fast with sprinting. We started with intervals of 1:1 and then moved 1:2 ratio of walking to running. Unfortunately, I still sucked at running. Yesterday’s run was pretty fast and relatively pain free. On the other hand, today’s run was arduous as it’s worst and painstakingly hard at it’s best.
So yesterday’s run was great. Well, except for the squirrelly incident. It was just after mile marker 1, when a grey squirrel popped out from behind the bushes. The Piggie couldn’t control herself, she had to chase. Meanwhile in my head, I’m saying “squirrel” and cracking up. Fortunately, the squirrel quickly made its way up a tree and out of sight. I was dying laughing literally and figuratively, when I had to stop and catch my breath. #squirrel
Despite the difficulty of today’s run, the Piggie and I were able to go the distance. We didn’t quit when it seemed impossible. Rather we kept fighting to breakthrough the wall. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, we’ll be back at it tomorrow. With only 11 days until the corporate run, I’ve got plenty of work to do! I can’t wait to run tomorrow!