Run Fast. Eat Slow: Spelt Banana Bread Recipe

spelt banana bread from run fast, eat slow

We are deeply divided about bananas in our house. I will eat them in all forms and any ripeness. Michelle is the opposite. She has a very narrow window (slightly underripe), very narrow preparation (covered in dark chocolate) and very narrow state (frozen). Otherwise, she will actively refuse anything even slightly banana flavored.

So when I mentioned my intent not to let the last two quickly darkening bananas go to waste by trying the banana bread recipe in Run Fast. Eat Slow, she shrugged and wished me luck. Secretly, I was quite pleased as this potentially left me a lot more bread to gobble up on my own. Assuming that it tasted good. Did it? Let’s find out. Continue Reading

Scenes from Saturday + The Greenway

Cecilia and Ally have spent many weekend mornings cheering me, or Michelle, on at various finishing lines. They have gone to the Boston Marathon almost every year they’ve been alive. They have been unofficial timers and participants at Thursday track workouts. They are quite used to me referring to Desi, Shalane, and Meb as if they are my personal friends. They are still young enough to think that most other parents get up and run in the dark. 

So they really didn’t bat an eye as I’ve been enthusiastically talking about my “friend” Eluid Kipchoge after he destroyed the marathon world record two weeks ago. I was reminded in this article just why he remains a good role model for the girls and how many running lessons translate to good parenting lessons, too: 

Overcome challenges – do not let that tricky math problem get the best of you

Keep calm and carry on – no one plays a new piano song right the first time, frustration isn’t going to help anyone

Planning is key – flash cards, piano, reading: a well-documented routine keeps everyone (i.e., Dad) happy

Be humble – even if you do get on the podium, Dad is still making dinner and walking the dog

Maybe one day the girls will grow up to write a musical about runners!

We start Saturday where we always start….. Continue Reading

Recent Reads – Aug & Sept ’18

recent mysteries and thrillers I've reads

As I’m getting back into my own writing, I’ve been reading or listening to a lot of thrillers and mysteries and trying to analyze the books by what I’m learning from The Story Grid. Why is it written this way? Why is it structured this way? Where is the turning point?

I know it’s a good book when I’m flipping pages and forgetting to ask those questions. That’s the type of book I’d like to write some day.

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PEI Places: Basin Head Beach

I’ll go ahead and come out with it right away: I’m not a big beach person. I don’t enjoy the feel of wet sand between my toes. Or tides of seaweed wrapping my ankles. Or unidentified things brushing my legs in the murky water. Or the smell and oily feel of sunscreen on my skin while I bake in an uncomfortable chair. Should I go on? 

So it comes as a surprise, maybe to me the most, that I had such a great time at Basin Head Beach and would go back without hesitation and recommend it without reservation. Continue Reading

Scenes from Saturday + Apples!

Sometimes you see yourself in your kids in the oddest ways. September brings school, soccer, hurricane season and, of course, the first school-borne viruses and colds. We woke up (early) Thursday morning to that dreaded barking seal cough echoing down the hallway. Even with the immunity armor of five years of day care, Ally still picked up a bug in her first few weeks of kindergarten. I suppose I should be relived it wasn’t measles or scarlet fever.

There’s a clear dichotomy in our family in how we respond to illnesses. Michelle flat out refuses to acknowledge she is sick. She has to collapse at 2 a.m. in the bathroom or be admitted to the ER before she might consider taking an aspirin. Being sick just doesn’t fit into her plans. Cecilia is much the same. Even if you witness her sneezing, she will adamantly refuse to admit she actually did. She’s only missed 3 days of school total so far.

I, on the other hand, treat any sniffle or throat tickle like a pending doomsday scenario. I start guzzling herbal tea and green smoothies by the quart as if I can drown the germs in hippie goodness and save myself. I’ll wrap myself in warm baths and comfy sweatpants. I’ll seriously consider going to bed by 4:30 if it will help me get better faster. 

Allison takes after her Dad. She believes any dose of medicine is all the passkey to endless hours on the couch binging on Netflix, Saltines and popsicles. Who am I to disagree? Continue Reading

Race Recap: Dover-Sherborn Sprint Triathlon 2018

I realized later in the day that it was almost three years to the day that I last won my age group in a triathlon. Three years ago, I thought I was perhaps in the best shape of my life. I had just had a great race at the Rev3 Poconos Olympic distance.  The plan was to step up and absolutely crush a 70.3 the next year before taking on the full Ironman after that. I had no idea that I would actually end up in the hospital instead with a tumor, a chronic disease, and the mandate to not do much of anything for six months. 

It was a long and winding road back (hello, arthritis), but last weekend I finally felt like the old 2015 version of me as all the preparation came together in a great race and I once again climbed up on the top step. I have no plans to do a half or full iron anymore, that shipped sailed with the cartilage in my knee, but it felt really good crossing that finish line knowing I put everything I had into the race.

But let’s back up and start at the beginning. Continue Reading