Monthly Archives: May 2010

Hobbling and Cleaning

Our current landlord had requested that we give her a time when she’d be able to show the place to prospective renters. We told her that today between 1 and 5 was fine but to let me know the exact time so I could take Murphy out of the house. He’s what you’d call a friendly greeter. I have a lot of friendly bruises and scratches from his greetings. So, yesterday was spent doing a ton of cleaning. Jason and I are not the neatest of folk and we really didn’t want our landlord to see evidence of that. It was kind of a pain and I got side tracked a lot, but I got a lot stuff packed away and ended up with a mostly clean house.

My landlord was supposed to email me last night with the time but she didn’t until this morning, saying she was playing phone tag with her renter and that it would be between 3:30 and 5. So around noon, Jason and I loaded up about 6 bags of crap for Goodwill and put it in his car. We drove to this grocery store parking lot where there is always a Goodwill truck and the truck wasn’t there. Jason had to go to work, so all the crap is still in his car. Don’t rob him. Trust me, you wouldn’t want it this stuff anyway. Throwing out bags of old clothes is kind of therapeutic actually. Or rather, donating them, not throwing them out. Or just putting them into the back seat of Jason’s car so I don’t have to see them.

I got home and Murphy is dying for a walk but I was waiting to hear from my landlord so I could kill two birds with one stone and she finally wrote back at like 3 saying the girl flaked out. Ugh. I was kind of waiting around for nothing which is annoying, but it did force me to get a lot done. If I didn’t think they were coming today, I’m sure I would have not gotten half the stuff done that I did yesterday.

I went to the gym and did 30 minutes on the treadmill while listening to a Savage Love podcast. Does anyone else listen to that? It makes me feel so innocent! I did a quarter mile at 6.7 mph, a quarter mile at 3.5 mph for the entire 30. Then I did some abs. Here’s where the hobble part comes in. I mentioned that my heel has been bothering me. It’s weird, it’s on and off. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it feels like a bruise and sometimes like something is pinching me. But not all the time. And it actually doesn’t hurt when I run. It kind of starts stinging after though. My self-diagnosis is plantar faciitis even though my mother doesn’t think that’s what it is. I mean, isn’t that a pretty common running injury that makes your heel hurt? I solicited some advice on facebook and have been told to massage with a tennis ball, get some arch supports for my feet and to stick them in ice water for exactly 23 minutes. That one is kind of odd. Has anyone ever dealt with plantar faciitis before? If this is what it is, I think it’s a pretty mild case, but I’ve never really had a running injury before. Hell, I’m not even running that much lately.

Celebration Friday

Thursday night, neither Jason nor I were in a mood to go grocery shopping so we went to a little Mexican place for dinner – Carumba Cafe. I decided that we should have an active rest day and walk there and back. It’s 1.25 miles each way. I normally get the shrimp salad but since I was trying to do this vegetarian thing, I got vegetable fajitas instead. They were good, but a bit oily. The only problem with walking to Carumba is that we had to walk back, leftovers in hand.

I decided to go to sleep early and was in bed by about 9. I was hoping for a long, restful sleep, but was wide awake at 3 am. I guess 9 is just a little too early. It didn’t help that there were thunderstorms and Murphy was freaking out and wouldn’t settle down. This is what Murphy does when it thunders, or really when it just rains: He paces. He barks. He stands on the bed and won’t lay down. It’s pretty fun to deal with at 3 am, let me tell you. Luckily, I was able to fall back asleep a little after 4 and slept solidly until my alarm went off.

I got an okay workout in at lunch on Friday. I knew we were going out at night (more about that in a sec) so I knew that lunch was my only opportunity. I wanted to run, but the office gym only has one treadmill and someone was on it. So I did the elliptical for 20 minutes and then I did the follow leg workout:

Leg press machine – 3 sets of 12, 40 lbs
squats – 3 sets of 12
one legged lunge? – 3 sets of 12, 15 lbs
deadlifts, 3 sets of 12, 30 lbs
calf raises, 3 sets of 25, 30 lbs
pile squats, 3 sets of 12, 25 lbs

Hmm, it felt like I did more than that!

We had our second wedding-related celebration last night. (Our first was a shower about a month ago that my office threw.) My good friends Jamie and Dave organized a celebratory dinner in honor of us! I guess sort of like a bachelorette/bachelor party but with guys and girls and not as much debauchery. We had went out to Ra Sushi for dinner.


I was conflicted about what to order. Part of me really wanted to stick to my guns and just order a vegetarian roll, but another part of me really wanted some raw fish. I caved. I did eat several pieces of rainbow roll (and several pieces of avocado roll). I guess this vegetarian thing is a learning process. I guess it’s not as easy as I thought it was going to be. I feel sort of like a fraud. Not so much because I actually ate the fish, but because I announced to everyone that I was becoming a vegetarian. Oh well. I’m only human. Back on the wagon today, I guess.

After dinner, we went over to Ri Ra for a few beers. I practiced my model face.


And then tried, unsuccessfully, to take a picture of me and Jason.


A little better.


All in all, a fun night. Although, I woke up at 5 am and thought I was going to throw up. I literally ran into the bathroom, but nothing happened. Then I went back to sleep and woke up two hours later totally nauseous again. I don’t think it was from alcohol. I had some wine at dinner and then two beers at Ri-ra but that’s definitely not enough to make me sick. My first thought was that it was karma for eating the fish! My second thought was maybe there was something wrong with the sushi but Jason said he felt fine. Not a pleasant start to the morning, but I’ll be okay.


Murphy woke me up about 15 minutes early this morning so I took the opportunity to make myself some fresh juice. I used half a cucumber, a granny smith apple and a slice of lemon. I don’t juice a lot, mostly because I’m lazy, but I have done it enough to figure out what I like and dislike in my juice.

Like – carrot, apple (most fruit really, but I usually do use an apple), cucumber, spinach, ginger

Dislike – lemon, celery

I only used a tiny bit of lemon this morning but it still made it too bitter. Maybe if I used a sweeter apple, it would balance out more. I wish I liked the green, all-vegetable blends, but I find that I have to use at least one piece of fruit for sweetness. Lily recently asked what to do with the pulp. I’ve thought about adding it to Murphy’s food, but am unclear as to what a dog can and can’t eat in terms of fruit and veggies. I know that a dog cannot eat onions, grapes or mushrooms but is there any other fruit or vegetable that is bad for them?

Murphy has vegetable likes and dislikes too. He likes green beans and spinach or lettuce. He does not like carrots. I hope it’s okay to feed this stuff to him. We don’t give him table scraps very often. His favorite, oddly enough, is whole wheat pita bread. He goes crazy for it. My dog growing up, Ginger, who was also a golden, really liked eggs and crab meat. And that Pepperidge Farm Cinnamon swirl bread. My mom used to buy that bread for the dog. I just remembered that.

Here’s Ginger. If you look closely, you can see a Sweet Valley High book in the background.


I had Ginger from age 6 to 18 or 19. She actually started out as my dad’s dog (my parents are divorced) and when I was 13, my dad and stepmother didn’t want her anymore. I threw a fit and somehow, and I have yet to figure out exactly how, I convinced my mother that we needed to keep her even though we lived in a condo. So she went from being my dad’s dog to my mom’s dog. Our condo was pretty big, a 3/3 and two floors, so it wasn’t like keeping a big dog in a little apartment.

Do you find that the breed of dog that you had as a kid is the one you gravitate towards an adult? Obviously, I do. Jason grew up with a Collie mix and he’s always trying to figure out what type of dog Fred (or it might have been Phred) was so we can get another just like him. Not that we’re getting another dog anytime soon!

Wow, that was a major tangent if I ever saw one. I just realized that before I started talking about Ginger, I said I liked ginger in my juice!

Also, a big congratulations is in order for my brother Eric who just graduated today from the University of Maryland with a major in Physics and minor in Math.


Cleaning out the kitchen

My desire for ice cream got me to the gym last night. I did three miles on the treadmill. The first at 6.3 mph, the second at 6.0 and the last at 5.8. And then I got my ice cream. Hey, whatever gets me off my ass, right? While I was at the grocery store, I bought the ingredients for tonight’s dinner.

Bulgur Salad with Lightly Roasted Vegetables


Serves 6

2 cups coarse bulgur, rinsed
2 cups hot water
1 medium zucchini, cut into 1/4-inch dice
1 medium carrot, cut into 1/4-inch dice (I did not use)
1 small red onion, cut into 1/4-inch dice
1/2 red bell pepper, cut into 1/4-inch dice (I used 1 yellow red pepper)
1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
1 tablespoon tomato paste (I used tomato sauce)
1/4 cup fresh lemon juice
1/2 medium cucumber—peeled, seeded and cut into 1/4-inch dice (I did not peel)
Crushed red pepper
Preheat the oven to 400°. In a large bowl, cover the bulgur with the hot water. Cover the bowl with a plate and let stand until the water has been absorbed and the bulgur is tender, about 20 minutes.
Meanwhile, on a large rimmed baking sheet, drizzle the zucchini, carrot, onion and bell pepper with 2 tablespoons of the olive oil. Season with salt and pepper and toss well. Roast for about 15 minutes, until the vegetables are slightly softened; let cool.

Fluff the bulgur with a fork. Stir in the tomato paste. Fold in the roasted vegetables, lemon juice, cucumber and the remaining 2 tablespoons of olive oil. Season with salt, black pepper and crushed red pepper. Serve at room temperature or slightly chilled.


I really enjoyed this. Since we are moving in a week and a half, I’ve been trying to use up some of the food in the cabinets. I had a bag of bulgur so this recipe worked out well. I didn’t even know I liked bulgur wheat until recently. Growing up, my mom used to make a huge bowl of tabbouleh for herself almost every night. She didn’t use oil in it and it always tasted like sand to me. I only recently realized that it was my mom’s method of cooking the bulgur that I didn’t like and that I actually like tabbouleh and bulgur wheat. Even though this didn’t have any parseley, it was still very similar to tabbouleh.

How is it gym time again? I swear I was just there.

La de da

Last night, once again, I hit the 7pm slump. I got home from work around 5:45 and was really tired. I stuck a podcast on my ipod (Savage Love) and took Murphy for about a half hour walk. While we were walking, Jason was making deconstructed burritos.


I have always loved the combination of vegetables, refried beans and salsa. Refried beans are one of my favorite foods, although I really only like the Old El Paso Fat-free variety. I tend to eat different variations of the same thing, as evidenced by my dinner the night before last.


After last night’s dinner, I tried to rationalize not working out. I was grumpy and tired. I tried to convince myself that it was a good idea take a rest day but then came to my senses and popped in the Core Synergistics DVD instead. I hate this DVD. I hate it more than legs and back. Legs and back is just hard, but there are a lot of moves on the Core Synergitsics DVD that I am simply unable to do which is frustrating. Plus, that particular DVD skips. I only did about 40 minutes of it, because the skipping was so bad.

I really need to get back into running. I don’t know what happened. That’s not true. What happened is what always happens to me. I train for a half-marathon and then I get burnt out and don’t run more than 3 miles at a time. Does this happen to anyone else? How do you keep up the mileage when you aren’t training for anything? The logical thing would be just to do it. Just put on my running shoes and walk out the door. Why is that so hard sometimes? I just ordered new running shoes (same as my old ones). Maybe new shoes will motivate me. I also have this weird little problem with my right foot. My heel has been sore. It sort of feels like a bruise or like I’m stepping on a little pebble. It’s not painful so much as it’s tender. My mother has had plantar faciitis before and said that she didn’t think that is what it was. It could be a heel spur. I hope not. Hopefully, it will go away. I only feel it some of the time.

I just need my crazy life to settle down. I feel like I’m constantly at some sort of celebration and it’s taking a toll. I have been eating a lot, drinking a lot and although I haven’t gained any weight, I feel sluggish and lethargic. I’ve been going to sleep after midnight almost every single night. I’ve been relying on caffeine in the morning (in the form of diet coke). It’s an exciting time in my life, but it’s so exhausting. I refuse to give up working out, or blogging for that matter, so what gets sacrificed is, unfortunately, sleep. Le sigh.

Right now, I’m totally bribing myself to run. Run=stop at Kroger for ice cream. No run= no ice cream. I want ice cream.

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