The Daily EO: April 29th, 2012

The morning finally arrived.  Our race.  Our chocolate race.  We were up at 8:00 to dress and have a good solid breakfast to power ourselves through 5K.  Instead of taking the shuttle, we drove to Port Dalhousie ourselves and found parking on a nearby street.  The day was one of those perfect days – sunny but crisp, cool but the potential for a wonderfully warm afternoon.  We were prepared – a new firm sports bra (for me – nice to have the girls strapped in tight) and new long running pants for Emile (for those turkey legs of his).  A good night rest, a solid breakfast, no alcohol, and a month+ of training.

Could we make our goals of a personal best?  Considering the chocolate pits stations on the course?  Hills? People?

Goals:  Emile:  34:00 Minutes     Susan:  38:00 Minutes  These goals are based on our best average times on an indoor track – no hills, no crowds, no chocolate and controlled climate.

The chocolate race course is a an out and back one meaning you run 2.5 kms and then loop back to finish where you started.  I have never run more than 1.5 kms without stopping, Emile has consistently been able to run 5 km only stopping for a water break each km.   We agreed we would not wait for each other (like I’d be doing any of the waiting!), but simply run the best race that we could.  As we were separated, I could not tell you what Emile’s strategy was, but mine was to just keep going.   I had a target to run from the start until about the 1.75 km mark where a very steep hill marked the entrance into Westcliffe park – and I made it.   At the 2.25 km mark, I had some Gatorade and a chocolate dipped marshmallow and strawberry on a stick.  Hello, yum!

At the 3 km mark, my old friend the stitch acted up, and I had to walk and stretch a bit, but I kept going as fast as I could.   At 3.5 km, I thought I was done, but I didn’t like other people passing me, so I found something to keep going,

And finally, seeing that finish line across the parking lot and Emile waiting for me, I managed to dig deep, ignore my shins, ignore my lungs, and ignore my stitch and ran as fast as I could.

I blog to you about many EOs – mundane, silly, ironic, funny, but today’s EO is one of the most emotional ones yet for me.  When I crossed that finish line, tears – and not from the wind – came to my eyes.  I am so proud of myself!  So proud that I ran 90% of the race.  So proud that I could turn such a difficult winter into an accomplishment.  We set our goals modestly, and trained for this race and we set fair goals based on previous results.

2 chocolate croissants, 1 chocolate milk, 4 truffles, 1 brownie and 1 chocolate martini (yeah, a real one) each awaited our celebration at the end of the race.  Why are more races not like this?

April 29th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:

Emile Results:
Time: 29:55 (personal best, and -4:05 from target)
Overall Finish:  58th (!!)
Category Finish: 6th (OMG!!!)

Susan Results:
Time:  34:25 (personal best and -3:35 from target)
Overall Finish:  126th
Category Finish:  32nd (!!)

We Run for Chocolate! (updated with official timing)

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The Daily EO: April 9th, 2012

I tend to stay clothed in most situations.  I am not one of those people who think nudity is natural.  Nudists make me feel uncomfortable.  I don’t really want to see much more than your limbs, face and perhaps chest.  Please leave your clothes on, and I will leave mine on for you.  Think of it as proper etiquette.

Today I got the most amazing massage.  Unlike most of the massages I have received in the past, this one was earned.  My aching hips, my poor thighs, my screaming calves.  And apparently my shoulders and lower back also were tight with knots.  (these knots were discovered after a gut wrenching traverse across my back).  My therapist wondered what was going on.  I explained Damn You Fit April and noted I the extra exercise recently.

I like the ritual of massage – the therapist leaves, you take off your clothes save your underwear and leap under the blanket.  The therapist then knocks, enters the room and proceeds to massage you with only one body part visible at a time.  Half way through, the therapist lifts the blanket covering their face so you can flip over.  It works well.  No full nudity needed.

After I was safely clothed again, I paid (ha ha!  Take that Emile’s company!!).   And slowly returned out to my car focused only on how much better my body felt.   Word of advice, don’t wear short sleeves for a massage overwise you get oil all over the inside of your coat.  And don’t plan anything except home after a massage as your hair looks like you’re a silly girl who grew up in the suburbs who has decided to grow deadlocks to make some sort of statement about government and corporate pigs ruining the world.

April 9th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  “You’re looking good.”  from the objective person in your life who sees you almost naked regularly.  Yeah You Fit April!

The Daily EO: April 8th, 2012

I ate something today that should not exist.  It is against the universe.

Do you remember in that movie . . what was it. . . well, never mind.  I don’t think it got 2 thumbs up.  It doesn’t matter.  Anyways, Rosie O’Donnell – who is friends with Uma Therman (in the movie, I don’t really know about Uma and Rosie in real life, that also is not material to this post) – enters a convenience store.  Uma has just left the store and the clerks are ogling her.  Rosie goes on a rant about how it is against nature to have big breasts and a small frame.  She rants on while shaking some playboy magazines or such and screaming “Big Boobs = Big Butt.  That is the way it works!”

Anyways, the scene was something like that.  I liked it.  I took it to heart.  I’ve used the concept it many times over the years to get over stuff.   Smart = Not gorgeous.   Cheap = Short Life.   Glorious 1969 Barracuda = Gas Guzzler.   Artist = Tortured.   Fresh White Bread = Calories.   It’s the way of the universe.   Parents use it all the time to cheer up sad children.  (“Little Johnny, I know that you are terrible at sports, but you are great at math.  Everyone can’t be good at everything, honey.  You’ll see – that’s why I put up with your father.”)  It is a construct that we use to make sense of an unfair world.

Well, today I ate Tofu Shirataki Angel Hair Shaped Noodles.  What is this?  Well, it is noodles made with tofu and yam flour.  It comes a sealed bag with the noodles floating in liquid (presumably water).  We used it for our Annual Easter Pad Thai dish.  Nothing says easter like Pad Thai.  We have tried many iterations to reduce the calories of Pad Thai, the problem is that white rice noodles are high in calories and do not fit in Damn You Fit April.  Low Carb pasta is pretty good but the calorie count is high still.  The broccoli slaw worked okay, but kinda made Pad Thai into a vegetable stirfry.

This product contains no GMOs (genetically modified organics), no cholesterol, little to no fat, no preservatives, is gluten-free, is vegan, has only 1 net carb (for those of you who know what the means), 2 grams of fiber and 1 gram of protein.  You can get in macaroni noodles and other shapes.  It is reasonably priced – 226 for $2.  And the kicker??  It has only 20 calories per serving.  And the serving was normal sized: 113 g.  You could eat 5 servings and only 100 calories (that is only 10 minutes of running people!).

Don’t you hate those types of products that tell you the serving size is something like 58% of the package?  Really?  Like I am going to buy a “single” serving Iced Tea bottle and only drink 3/8 of the bottle and then put it in the fridge for tomorrow.  Nobody does that.  And if you do, I don’t want to hear about it.    I digress.

But back to this seemingly miracle food.  What is the price?  What is the trade-off?  The universe must balance out.

Well, the package does have the ominous directions of “Boil for 2-3 minutes (or microwave for 1 min) to reduce the authentic aroma”.   Huh?  And this is true, it smelled like Shrimp Mr. Noodles.  But, after draining, rinsing and microwaving for 1 minute, the smell had dissipated.  Then noodles looked fragile, they will probably fall apart in the stir frying process.  Nope, they stayed true to form.  Surely, they will taste weird.  Nope, tasted pretty much like noodles.  Do little children work to their fingers bleed to make these?  Are they cutting down the rain forest to plant soy beans?  Do I want to know?

April 8th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  The best Easter Pad Thai yet.  Nervously waiting for the universe construct to right itself.  And don’t even get me started on the PB2 powder sprinkled on top of the Pad Thai used in place of the peanuts.