Thank you for always being my trusty study companion. Thank you for reminding me to take breaks and walk out into the sunshine. Thank you for nuzzling under my hand when I’m tearing up during insurance company commercials. Even though you probably are just demanding attention, I tell myself that you’re showing support. You know you’d cry too, if you could. And thank you, most of all, for putting up with The Huz and me, even though we dress you up like a little orphan in a nightgown.

And for only judging us a little bit.

I’ll throw an extra scoop of food in tonight to show my appreciation in a way you’ll understand.

A tasty RAW wild rice recipe from the incomparable Gena

An awesome cross training workout compliments of sweet Melissa

A sad farewell to one of my favorite blogs

So much happened while I unplugged, but I love having some time today to ponder such things as raw rice, the elliptical machine and the reasons we blog.

The last point has made me think a great deal and it’s something I want to expand on for just a few minutes. I was sitting here reading and thinking I should have lunch soon (at 3:30pm). I then got nervous because I didn’t know what I wanted, and worse, why I couldn’t pinpoint a food. I wandered into the kitchen, thinking “what if I wait too long and I’m not hungry when it’s dinner time?” and “what if I just snack on some granola, or cheese, or a protein bar?” I could feel myself winding up tighter and tighter. I didn’t want to eat because I haven’t exercised today. I was ashamed that I haven’t done this week’s training run. And then, a little voice spoke up in my mind. Why on earth should I be ashamed? What is my true motivation for running? And why do I feel compelled to race?

I’m going to say something that I’d never let myself acknowledge until about 20 minutes ago. And it’s still rocking my world. I run to define myself. I’ve spent my whole life trying to fit in, to be part of a group. I’ve defined myself by what I do – I read, I run, I overeat, I study and get great grades. My entire ‘About’ page is a testament to my unquenchable thirst for a definition of who I am. Everything I do is to further define myself:

I run to…be part of the running world. I want to BE a runner because it is admirable and “good” and, I’ve always secretly hoped, will make me thin and desirable. I run to lose weight so I’ll accept myself more. I set time goals because I hope they’ll motivate me to eat better, weigh less and, again, make me thin and desirable.

I’ve been so afraid to lose my runner label because then what would I be? If I wasn’t a runner, I’d be out of shape, lazy, boring, average. Why do I have to be one or the other? Why can’t I just be a person? Why do I have to fit into some group? I have to stop running from the labels I had as a child – fat, nerd, geek, ugly. I’m not those things anymore. But I’m also not any one thing either. I’m no longer going to define myself. Instead, I’m just going to embrace all the things I love. These things bring me joy, but only because they make me smile right now. Not because they make me who I am.

I love running on a cool, crisp autumn day. I love the crunch of leaves under my shoes.

I love my husband, and his unfailing faith in me, and the Yankees.

I love turtlenecks because they make me feel cozy and comfortable.

I love hot apple cider, but am scared to make my own and fail.

I love listening to the same songs over and over…and over and over.

I love my eyes. Even though I need to lean about 4 inches from the mirror to see them, I love their color and depth.

I love reading books for hours at a time. There’s something sacred about the power of the written word, even if it’s in the form of a cheesy vampire story.

I love all these things, but they do not define me. I am not a runner, a skinny chick, a fat kid, a nerd, a failure or any other label out there. I am me. I am constantly evolving, learning, falling, failing, succeeding and, most importantly, loving.

What things do you love? Do you truly love them? Or do you embrace them because you feel you ought to, or that they make you who you are?

1. For the first few weeks, it was just lettuce. What is there to say about week after week of salad greens?

2. I was asked a few times what farm I have a share from and where the pick up locations are. Then, I found out someone has been showing up my location and claiming to be me! Um, sketch factor much? The good news is it sounds like it might be a case of a confused nanny who is mistakenly getting my share every other week. The other good news is that I haven’t been shorted any produce since I’ve been more than happy to furnish ID.

But now…well, look what mama brought home yesterday!

Can you believe all those tasty goodies?! Peaches, apricots,

pears, swiss chard

Tomatillos, tomatoes, thai basil

Hot pepper, sweet peppers, cucumbers, oh my!

Good thing we’re heading to the Hamptons tomorrow to celebrate my mother-in-law’s birthday with a big BBQ bash and a long weekend of family time! My parents are already on their way and I just love this time of year. Both sides of my family all together under one roof, cooking together, laughing together, and spending as much time poolside as possible. Looks like we’ll have no shortage of food to enjoy now

1. To lose the weight in 2006/07, I exercised compulsively and limited myself to 1200 nutrient-free calories per day. Talk about a sucker punch to my system! As I lost weight, my skin became dull, my hair was brittle and thin, and I was miserable.

2. I was weighing myself multiple times each day, weighing my food, and altering my meals to immediately affect the number on the scale.

3. I became overly sensitive about my meals and food choices. No way could you have a bite of my dinner! I’d carefully calculated those calories and they were mine!

4. And you better have gotten out of my way when it was dessert time. That ice cream/dark chocolate/bowl of trail mix may be 600 calories, but it was mine!! I’d allotted those calories and didn’t I deserve one enjoyable food? Except I wasn’t even enjoying dessert anymore. Scoops of ice cream were devoured in seconds so no one would notice how much I’d had, or ask for a bite (heaven forbid!).

When I started regaining weight, each and every binge was documented. At first, I got in the habit of beating myself up for my ‘failures’ every day. Then I started developing some healthier habits. I began reading other blogs, experimenting with healthier food choices, tried my first green monster and even got a juicer for my birthday!

Even though I haven’t lost any of the weight I regained last spring, my weight has been steady for about a year and I think it’s time to start tackling one of the few bad habits that remains from the beginning of my food journaling days: TOO MUCH DESSERT!

I’ve noticed that, like many people, my munchy time is after dinner. Whether I’m watching a movie, studying, or chatting on the phone, I like having a snack. And there’s only one thing I love more than snacks – dessert! Dessert is this perfect, planned excuse to snack on sweet, decadent treats. But do I really need to have dessert every day? Rather than something I’m entitled to, shouldn’t I see dessert as a true treat?

When reviewing my food log for the past two months, I saw I was eating progressively smaller (and certainly more hurried) dinners, just to get to dessert. That’s no way to live! I’m finally learning to make good dinners so I should be enjoying those too!

So, for the next 14 days, I’m going to pass on dessert in honor of appreciating what should be the last real meal of the day. And I’m going to keep logging my food to see if any changes occur naturally. Will I crave sweeter foods throughout the day? Will I lose my sweet tooth? At the very least, I’m hoping I’ll eat dessert a little more mindfully when I do reintroduce it. We’ll see!

Do you always eat dessert? If so, why?

400m 7:35/mile
600m 7:40/mile
800m 7:45/mile
1200m 7:55/mile
800m 7:45/mile
600m 7:40/mile
400m 7:35/mile

First of all, let me just say I think these paces are absolutely absurd. Since when can I run at a 7:35/mile pace? Well, apparently I can. It’s not pretty, but I can do it!

Second, how am I supposed to gauge distance and pace when I’m outside? Several months ago, the Huz literally had to drag me away from the computer just seconds before I bought myself a Garmin. Um, hello, Katherine. You quit your full-time, cushy desk job back in April, remember? Let’s not go blowing hundreds of dollars on a watch, mmmkay? Truth be told, the money wasn’t the only issue. By all accounts, Garmins really aren’t great in NYC. Apparently the interference of all the skyscrapers and tall apartment buildings scrambles the GPS so it’s really only effective in Central Park, or along the rivers. And even then it can take a while to find signal. I don’t know about you, but when I’m staring at a training run like the one above, the extra 10 seconds I have to stand and wait for my watch to figure out where I am is more than enough time to turn me around and lead straight to the couch.

I could always just ignore the .75 miles to and from Central Park, but I have to say I like getting credit for ALL the running I’m doing. That mile and a half starts to add up after a while, too!

So, a Garmin was out of the question.

Suddenly I found myself on the hunt for a reputable running watch that tracked pace and time without GPS. I didn’t need a heart rate monitor or lots of bells and whistles. I just wanted something that would help me run that nasty interval workout without sneaking in extra seconds or, worse, extra distance! Sometimes I’m amazed by the power of the internet. In no time, I found Tech4o, a company that makes the exact watch I was looking for! And, even better, they agreed to send one to me to put through the training ringer. Hooray!!

Welcome home my beautiful, pink loveliness!

First off, I had to calibrate this watch. Similar to a basic pedometer, the watch needs to have a registered stride length. However, it records both a walking AND a running length, which is great for those of us who sometimes need to take a quick walk break (or have a rest interval between 400m dashes) and don’t want our pace or distance to be completely miscalculated. It also doesn’t require a foot pod or additional gear. I’ll admit, running and walking circles around the Central Park Reservoir ad nauseum didn’t really endear me to the watch, but it was a great excuse to get out and enjoy the scenery for about an hour. I can’t say how thankful I was for the meter and yard markers around the reservoir. Without a good track, the calibration would have been almost impossible!

I took this watch out for several easy runs and then decided to put it to the true test – a road race! The Mothers Day 4 miler seemed like the perfect opportunity so I strapped my iPhone around my arm, my Accelerator watch around my wrist and ticked off the miles marked along the course. Success!!

Official course distance: 4.0 miles
iPhone app recorded distance: 4.15 miles
Tech4o distance: 4.07 miles

I’ll take the .07 mile variation since I definitely wasn’t on the inside of the course for the duration.

Test #2 was the Japan Day 4 miler, a race with very different weather conditions and one that was run about three minutes slower.

Official course distance: 4.0 miles
iPhone app distance: 4.17 miles
Tech4o distance: 4.19 miles

Uh oh! I think this race demonstrated the limitations of a stride-based pacing watch. Because I was running so much slower (thank you 80% humidity), my stride was shorter. The watch still registered the movement as running, but assumed I was striding out to the length I usually ran. Oops! The good news is that I took my pink princess out for a repeat of the course later that week and ran it at my more natural stride and it was right back on track. It even properly tracked the 30-second walk I took to answer my phone while running.

Bolstered by the good results, I decided to take it out this week for an interval run. I’ve never used all the functions on a Garmin so I don’t know if the experience would be similar, but I found intervals to be so convenient with the Accelerator. I used the sequential timers and set the view to show my distance and pace, so I had no trouble knowing when to sprint and when I could collapse and recover and the screen was easy to read and uncluttered so I didn’t have too much information to confuse me. (Hey, it’s easy after 4 miles of hot, sweaty intervals!)

I guess the moral of the story is that nothing is perfect. However, if you run a pretty consistent pace and live in a major city, I would very strongly recommend you look at Tech4o’s products when considering your next watch purchase. I know Garmins are the hotness as far as running gear goes, but my watch is smaller, more feminine, more user-friendly and, most importantly, more accurate for city running! And the cheaper price tag is a nice perk too.

Normal                                                                                Loss of curve

In fact, everything was so tight that I couldn’t even get a proper adjustment that day. I got treated twice and spent the evening icing my neck while wearing a cervical collar. (FYI: NOT sexy).

I went back the following day for more treatment and therapy. Finally able to adjust my spine, the doctor worked on the muscles near my head and then I got treated to an ultrasound and electrostim by one of my fellow therapists.

I’m now finally feeling like I’ve turned the corner on this whole injury. Granted, I haven’t done much more than walk Bodhi for exercise in the past week, but I would rather take care of this now than let it worsen and resurface later in my training (or in life!). My one real consolation with this whole ordeal is that this wasn’t an injury caused by running. It was one of those flukes that is almost impossible to repeated. I guess I should stop pretending I’m in a Pantene commercial while washing my hair though. All the swinging and swishing of my hair clearly isn’t doing my spine any favors.

Ah well. A few more days of down time and a few more dates with an ice pack and bottle of Advil won’t be the end of me. Here’s to a productive running week to come!

How do you deal with injuries? Have you been to a chiropractor before?

1. The race must be in October or November this year. I’d prefer to sign up for two, in case the first is a bust.
2. The race must be relatively local.
3. It must be on a Sunday, and allow day-of packet pick-up. I’ll have class on Saturdays so I can’t run races that require Saturday pick-up.
4. It must be a relatively flat course. Let’s face it. Shooting for a PR while climbing Everest is just sick. Give me flat and fast, please!

I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised that these limitations would be, well, limiting. At this point, I’ve decided to sign up for the Staten Island Half Marathon. It’s not particularly flat, but it does satisfy all my other requirements. Ah me, ah my. I suppose I should see Staten Island one of these days anyway, right? (Side note: I can’t believe how many NYers have never seen Staten Island. Ever. Totally blows my mind.)

Okay, race chosen. Now for a training plan. Lindsay is currently training for a full marathon, just a small stepping stone for her journey to a full Ironman. She said she was using the FIRST marathon training plan, which only requires three runs each week. A PR based on only three days of running/week? Yes please! I promptly took the half marathon plan, chopped out a few weeks to make it fit into the remaining weeks between now and 10.10.10 (love it!) and printed about a hundred copies to keep in every nook and cranny of my apartment, office and purses. No way I can lose motivation that way!

The plan I’ve created follows the FIRST method, which utilizes one interval/speed run, one tempo run, and one long run each week. I also do cross training 2-3 times each week and have one rest day. Oddly, the rest day is the day before my long run, rather than the day after. At first I was concerned about hopping on an elliptical machine right after a long run, but I really love feeling fresh to run long and having a reason to get moving the day after logging the big miles.

Well, now I’ve got the kicks, the date, and the plan. Nothing can go wrong right?

A little story about my love affair with Mizunos. When I signed up for my first half marathon back in 2006, I went to Marathon Sports, in Boston, to get properly fitted for a running shoe. I loved the low profile, light weight of the Mizunos, and was told the Wave Inspires were sure to propel me across the finish line effortlessly. True to form, I busted out several races in these shoes before I was romanced by a pair of Asics. Again, I found myself in Marathon Sports, just a few weeks into training for my first marathon, and now my priorities had shifted slightly. I was less concerned about being fast and more concerned with comfort. I was told the 2100 series would make me feel like I was “running on clouds” so I promptly bought two pairs (you never know when your style will be sold out!) and soldiered on.

Well, some serious can pain and some black toenails later, I finally decided it was time to revisit my choice in sport footwear. On the recommendation of one of the doctors in my office (who finally cured my piriformis pain once and for all), I ventured uptown to Urban Athletics, where the owner of the store guided me through the various types of shoes built for the many types of runners. To make a long story only slightly shorter, I skipped home with a smile on my face and a shiny new pair of my original brand obsession in my shopping bag. Mizunos, it’s good to be back. Let’s get to work!

Fettuccine with Fennel, Olives and Goat Cheese (serves 4)

8 oz. long pasta (fettuccine, linguine, etc)
1 T. extra virgin olive oil
1/2 T. butter
1 medium fennel head, sliced and greens removed (we got ours in our CSA share this week!)
1 lb chicken breast, cubed
10-12 cured Moroccan olives, or pitted kalamata olives, coarsely chopped
1/4 c. half-and-half
salt and pepper to taste

1. Boil water and cook pasta until al dente. Set aside.

2. Heat olive oil and butter in large saute pan over medium-high heat. Add sliced fennel, lowering heat after 4 minutes. Allow to wilt 5-7 minutes.

3. Add chicken to saute pan and raise heat to medium-high. Add salt and pepper and cover, 5-7 minutes, or until just barely cooked through.

4. Remove cover from pan and add half-and-half, stirring to mix.

5. Add pasta and olives to saute pan, mixing everything together.

6. Separate into four large bowls, crumble goat cheese and grate black pepper over each bowl and serve.

Where do you get your recipe inspiration?

The players:

French cheese

“French” wine (we realize it’s from California, but Sauvignon Blanc is a varietal that originates from the Bordeaux region of France, so there!)

French bread

All together now with some French goat cheese and leftover tomato cream sauce.

Encore!

Encore!

Do you enjoy themed dinners? Our friend, Kristen, makes some of the most amazing themed meals and throws the best dinner parties. We’ve enjoyed everything from homemade chicken mole to a full Thanksgiving dinner thanks to her!