How often do you get a 50% discount on visiting one of the most expensive cities in the world? Not often and when you do, you don’t say no.
Michelle was asked recently to speak at a conference in Manhattan. With her expenses covered, I decided to tag along for a little adventure. While she networked, dropped knowledge and impressed executives, I wandered the streets and ate my face off for 36 hours.
You know if I’m leading with the junk drawer then it was a light day on the agenda in the Donohue household. With upcoming trips next week to both NYC (no kids!) and Chicago (with kids), we purposely decided to take it pretty easy. At least, I did. Michelle and I have very different views on taking it easy.
Basically, Michelle can’t do it. Unless she’s in Hawaii. Even then….. I, on the other hand, have no problem reading a book for 8 hours straight and ignoring the clutter for a time.
This is how we ended up purging all the junk drawers, cubbies, nooks, and closets that had sprung up around the house. C’mon admit, you too, have more than one!
I’m not claiming these are the best bread books, these are just the four that have worked best for me so far. They are the ones I reach for the most and the ones that I think about first when I want some bread. The best cookbook in the world is no use if it remains on the shelf.
If you are interested in baking fresh bread any one of these books will get you off on the right foot.
Things keep arriving in the mail for me from the Chicago Marathon and it’s bumming me out. With the extra five minutes from a new age group, I really thought I had a shot at a BQ time this year. If the Garmin expected finished times are to be believed, I definitely had a shot.
But I won’t be running and won’t be shooting for a PR.
I do however finally have some answers on my knee pain and it’s left me wondering if I’ll ever run a marathon again.
I was ready for some bourbon in my coffee before kick-off. The honeymoon period was clearly over during my second week as a Pre-K soccer coach. The excitement and novelty of this strange game that held them transfixed during week one was not going to cut it for week two. Allison was still fired up and plowed through quite a few boys and girls to get a goal, but at least half of the other team clearly had better places to be on a gray Saturday morning.
Clearly, I’m going to have to come up with some new tricks for these last four weeks or these kids are going to use their little cleated feet to kick me to the curb. God bless teachers for dealing with these little monsters 180 days a year.
TrainerRoad is a cycling app that provides interval training and guided workouts for your indoor trainer. I’ve been using it mostly in the winter months for the past two years. This spring, I kept the subscription going (you can go month to month) and took advantage of their triathlon training plans to prepare for my Olympic distance event in June.
The plans provide a detailed cycling workouts along with suggested workouts for running and swimming. The app also includes plans beyond triathlon to road racing, off-road and just get-in-shape hobbyist plans.
Cycling has always been the weakest area for me in triathlon. Given a choice, I’d almost always rather run in training, even hill intervals. This year, I hoped that by committing some money to it, I would get my butt my in the saddle more often. Given where I was starting (a rather embarrassing FTP below 200), I believed plain old saddle time was going to bring the most improvement.
This week, as Saturday crept closer and Allison’s excitement grew, I became seriously worried that she had somehow conflated peewee soccer with eating an unlimited supply of chocolate bars. She was very excited, anxiously asking when her ‘chin’ guards and new soccer ball would arrive. This was a new experience for me.
I’ve become accustomed to shrieks of delight over dance recitals, princesses, tulle and glitter tattoos. I’ve never had a child this excited about a sport. She almost passed out when the box finally arrived on Friday. I’m pretty sure she would have slept with her shin guards on if we had let her. Maybe all my Premier League watching has somehow seeped into her brain?
Did I mention I would be coaching these all these (equally excited) 4 year old’s at 9 a.m. Saturday morning?