I’ve been fighting a sinus cold the last few days. Actually almost a week now, this sucker is really holding on. The dead legs I had for my long ride on Saturday? Turns out they might no have just been fried from the mid-week hills and interval workouts. It’s more likely I was half-fried and half-getting sick. Which leads me to the constant runner conundrum: do I continue to work out or do I sit it out until I’m better?
The week started with both Michelle and I battling some sort of low grade stomach virus which never took us completely offline but had us feeling pretty crappy. The week ended with a snow storm (with more apparently on the way) and temperatures in the single digits. Even though it’s technically now spring, after a full week of indoor-only training, I’m ready to get back outside…..Some notes on the rest of the week.
What was supposed to be a very busy day merely turned into a busy day. I had planned to drive into the city to pick up a desk and chair off craigslist, but we had it sniped away from us at the last minute. The perils of used furniture shopping. The quest to fill out the living room continues.
The upside was that not having to drive to Cambridge opened up the morning a bit and suddenly squeezing in a trainer ride wasn’t going to be such a logistical feat. Plus, there was another birthday party. It appears we are in peak birthday season for Allison. This is her third in 2 weeks. Here’s what the rest of the day looked like…
Maybe it’s because I married into a Sicilian family or maybe I just have a real affinity for Mediterranean food, but when I mention that I’ve cooked octopus the last two weekends, I’ve received some interesting looks. I didn’t realize most people don’t even attempt to eat octopus, never mind cook it. Maybe at a restaurant, but definitely not at home. But they should. It tastes great, it couldn’t be easier to prepare and it’s not as expensive as a lot of other seafood.
I am one of those perverse people that doesn’t HATE the treadmill. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I like it, but most days we get on OK. Given a choice, I would almost always choose to go outside for my run, but I think the treadmill can have a positive use and purpose in any training block, especially during the winter in New England.
I wasn’t really looking for a homemade dog biscuit recipe, I’ve got more than enough treats on my to-bake list already, but one came looking for me anyway and it proved to be a great father/daughter project for Ally, my dog lover. And judging by Dash’s reaction, it worked out alright for him, too.
I tried homemade dog biscuits with our first dog, Lola, twice when I was feeling particularly paternal (this was before the kiddos arrived making that a permanent feeling). I remember each time distinctly because I was in no rush to repeat the recipe. The first one involved lots of raw meat that had to be formed and cooked. The second attempt involved a smell so ghastly that it lingered in the house for days. It should be noted in neither episode did my discomfort stop Lola from snarfing down all the treats.
Back to school and back to the routine this week. It was sometimes a bumpy transition for the girls. It didn’t help that the temperatures also started dropping back to normal. Nothing worse than trying to convince the kids that they really need to keep wearing those coats after spending last weekend in short sleeves.
We have double birthday parties today so that will sugar the kids up and hopefully tire them out. One is at a grocery store. Party is aisle seven! Should be interesting….Some notes on the rest of the week.