Boston

I had a whole different blog in mind when I woke up this morning. In fact, I’ve had a pretty exciting week—including getting a new job, but good news never feels good when we are reminded that there are truly terrible people in the world.

I really can’t wrap my mind around what happened today in Boston.

Boston has always been a place I have felt safe.  I went to school there, and have honestly feel like Boston has been more of a home to me than my hometown—it’s the place I figured out who I was, where I started my adult life…where I had my first apartment.  I just can’t believe someone would target Boston, beautiful, historical Boston for something so awful.

My heart goes out to the amazing people of Boston, to the runners and the families and spectators who came from all over the world for today’s race.

My thoughts are also with the marathon community.  This has been a hard year for runners, with the New York City marathon being cancelled due to Hurricane Sandy; now this.  Many of the runners today were racing to raise money for charities—running for people who can’t. And I know people will think twice before signing up for a marathon again after this year—I know I had a moment questioning my next phase of race training (which starts next month).  Fear is natural, but if it keeps people from running future races the results will be devastating for so many charities that depend on sporting events like the marathon to fund research, outreach, and community programming.

I will run my race in September, and I won’t take a single second for granted.

And I hope whoever was responsible for today’s attack contracts the Ebola virus.

It seems tacky to post pictures of my food, but that’s my blog, so here’s what I ate.

Breakfast

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Trader Joe’s High Fiber Cereal with banana and almond milk

Lunch

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Basically a Greek salad with chickpeas for added protein
Fruit salad

Dinner

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Shakshoukah

Kim

Percocet and Pudding

According to my orthopedist, I won’t be running for 2-3 months, which means I won’t be among the crowds of phenomenal women running the Nike Half Marathon in DC. The silver lining is that Team in Training is allowing me to transfer the money I’ve raised fundraising to another season, allowing me to complete my race and have time for my foot to heal properly. I love it when things work out.

I’m going to sign up for the Hamptons Half Marathon in September (which means training over the summer) and while The Hamptons aren’t exactly a cool faraway city for me, they are home. My parents live about 15-minutes from race course, so I’ll be able to share this experience with them. My dad was a serious runner back in the day and I call him after every long run to share the details. He likes to give me advice and tell me about his track star days—running has always been a big bonding thing for us; even if I didn’t inherit his speed.

What I lack for in natural athletic aptitude I make up for in stubborn persistence.

Speaking of stubborn, I’m not really one for bed rest. I hit up the gym today for the first time since my fall. Up until now I’ve been spending a few minutes a day using free weights and doing basic calisthenics on a yoga mat in front of the couch—but I miss sweaty people and cardio. The Fella was amazing, postponing his own workout to hand me weights and pull down the lat pull-down bar for me. He’s my knight in shiny gym shorts.

With a bum foot, I focused my effort on my upper body.

That’s my sexy workout face.

The good thing about the giant boot is that it makes my other foot looks small in comparison (I have ginormous feet for a short girl)

Ohmygoodness! The rope pulling machine is a torture device! So hard, something tells me we’re going to get to know one another really well over the next couple of months.

The arm bike is torture in another sense. So boring, so, so, so boring. But I need to get some cardio in.

 

As for food, I’ve been craving salad like it’s my job. I’m also hyper aware that my body needs an increase in calcium and protein to produce new bone (a chunk of bone dislodged from the top of my foot, the floater will most likely get reabsorbed by my body, and the empty spot will have to fill in with new bone).

I started off the day with a protein shake.

Breakfast


Almond milk, banana, peanut butter, and chocolate protein powder

Lunch


If he’s home, The Fella yells at me if I stand up too long, so he’s been taking care of meals. For lunch he made me a super yummy cucumber salad with olives, onion, feta, and oil and vinegar

Snack


After my workout I downed a protein pudding pack. They’re high in both calcium and protein—and they taste like dessert, a win-win for my bones, muscles, and tastebuds

Dinner


For dinner The Fella picked up salad for me at our favorite café. He asked for extra egg and feta to surprise me.

And pasta fagioli soup. Comfort food all around.

I could get used to this being catered to thing.

 

 

Kim

Gimpy McGee

I’m going to go ahead and not show you a picture of my enormously swollen and discolored foot. Look at these generic crutches instead.

The good news about this weekend is that I completed my longest run yet!

The bad news is that shortly after I fell down the stairs and broke my foot. Weirdly, I broke the top of my foot—how does that happen?

All it took was one misplaced foot and I went tumbling. I sat on the stairs of my apartment building putting on a brave face for a few minutes, so my neighbors wouldn’t think I was the kind of girl who sits on the stairs crying, until I mustered the gumption to hobble upstairs to my apartment where I proceeded to cry until The Fella got home. Once home, he assured me that my foot wasn’t broken, it was most likely a sprain, but I knew something was wrong because I have never in my life felt a pain like this (and I’ve broken my jaw—that hurt). Still, just hearing it wasn’t broken made me feel better and I decided it was time to hop down the stairs on one foot…and let Roy carry me piggy-back to the corner where we caught a cab to drive us to an urgent care center four blocks from our apartment.

I kept apologizing to the cab driver for it being such a short fare.

Once inside the doctor gave me a pain killer, and I started babbling incoherently about my upcoming race and trying to convince him that I would be fine in the morning.

He looked at me like I obviously have a low tolerance for pain meds, and sent me for X-Rays.

Which, as you already know, confirmed that my foot is broken.

Once I got home I immediately emailed my Team-in-Training mentor about changing races, so that all of the donations I’ve raise and training I’ve done wouldn’t be for naught, just postponed, and she offered to make the appropriate arrangements for me.

Huge load off of my mind. Running this race is incredibly important to me…even if it isn’t this race.

After I took my second dose of painkillers I told Roy how handsome he is and asked him if I could still go to the gym. Because my drug induced priorities are apparently very concerned about my biceps. It looks like my next two months will include a lot of rowing machine cardio and upper body strength training. I’ve also learned that my crutches are great exercise when it comes to my mid-back muscles and lats, as well as abs, and my right glute (my left foot is the one that’s broken).

I’ve set up a makeshift home gym with a yoga mat, some free weights and a Swiss ball, so my days on the couch can be intermittently broken up by what I like to refer to as “Hotel Room” exercising: crunches, donkey kicks, Supermans, push-ups (knees only, no foot pressure for me).

If nothing else, this will be an adventure.

When I was a kid I always thought that crutches looked really fun. Crutches are not really fun. Crutches are crappy. Kid-Kim was seriously misinformed.

Now, to put The Fella on breakfast duty…

Kim

Swimming in the Snow

I am most definitely suffering from a sweet vacation hangover.

While I took photos, I’m not even going to bother posting pictures of EVERYTHING we ate because it was pure chaos!

Cruises are basically an all-you-can eat extravaganza and we took full advantage, and while a good portion of our weekend getaway to nowhere was spent chewing, and sleeping, there were some other highlights:

Separate Beds!

Just kidding, we had them push the twin beds together for cuddling purposes. But we were tempted to sleep solo for a few nights.

Towel animals.
I was obsessed. Every time we came back to the room and there wasn’t an animal carefully constructed out of our linens I was bummed.
Since we’ve been home I’ve been spending a lot of time on YouTube learning this mysterious art for myself.

While the weather outside was absolutely frigid (we were basically cruising down the coast of Long Island), the pools and the hot tubs were heated. We spent quite a few hours swimming in the snow. I think that will be the name of my next book, “Swimming in the Snow”—Harlequin Romance might be interested.

It was that cold.

For our last meal on the ship we tried out the hibachi restaurant. Our chef, Restler, was a true showman.

There were oodles of “activities” that we didn’t partake in…because we were unconscious. I don’t think either of us realized how much we needed a little rest and relaxation until it was thrust upon us. All in all, food, hot tubs, and lots of naps—in my eyes that’s a pretty perfect weekend getaway.

We’re definitely thinking of doing another cruise. Any suggestions?

As for the rest of TODAY…

Now that we’re back from vacation, I’m back to race training. Today was a short run day, so I hit up the West Side Highway running path for a quick 3-mile run. Okay, not that quick. I’m not a particularly speedy runner, but at least I’m dedicated.

It was so windy today that when I was walking home I felt frozen tear drops on my face, from the cold air and my leaky eyes.

Afterward I went home for lunch

I made a big pot of vegetable soup last night…we’ll be eating it all week.
I coupled that with a sprouted grain English muffin with low-fat cottage cheese and sun-dried tomatoes

The Fella and I met up in the afternoon for a little strength training, he focused on his back, I focused on my legs, after a short strength session I spent a good amount of time stretching and utilizing the foam rollers on my oft abused muscles.

Dinner



We kept dinner lite, because we ate it late. Salad with lettuce, tomato, cucumber, onion, carrot, feta and kalamata olives

Kim

48 Hours Left–Don’t Forget to Enter the Coach for a Cause Raffle!

Thank you to all of you have donated to my Leukemia & Lymphoma Society Fundraiser, the Coach Bag (Ashley Leather Swingpack, Retail value $168.00) raffle has raised almost $1000! That money will go toward cancer research, treatment, and patient outreach.

I won’t announce a winner until Saturday morning, so there’s still time to enter! You can win this bag for as little as $5.00, or you can up your chances by buying multiple entries. A donation of $25 will get you 6 entries, $50 will get you 15 entries. Plus, you know, even if you don’t win you’ll be doing something really great to help those battling cancer…and you’ll get a tax deduction to boot!

As a reminder, this is how it works:

You: Make a donation to my Team-in-Training fundraising page (Link: http://pages.teamintraining.org/nyc/nikewhlf13/kimberlyraemiller). Then email me at kim(at)thekimchallenge.com to let me know.

I: Will confirm your donation on my page and enter your name and number of entries into an Excel spreadsheet in numerical order, then on Saturday, February 2nd I’ll use the random number generator to choose a winner and announce who the lucky purse-grabber is.

We: Feel really good about ourselves because we’re curing cancer.

Easy. Peasy. Stylish. And Do-good-y all in one shot. What could be better than that!

 

 

Kim

The Great Valentine’s Day Debate of 2013

A couple of weeks ago The Fella and I were out to dinner with one of his childhood friends (from Israel, who also ended up in NYC—don’t ever let anyone tell you it’s not a small world) and his girlfriend (who later that week became his fiancée), and the boys went off on some tangent about how unfair it is that men have to “perform” on Valentine’s Day and that all the pressure is on the guys for date planning, proposals, and yearly V-Day showings of love and affection.

I think that’s bullsh-t.

Just sayin’.

I have never IN MY LIFE expected a man to do anything for me that I didn’t expect myself to do for him. I have always paid my own way on dates, pulled my own weight in regard to romantic gestures, and been generally low maintenance on the expectation front. I’ll take a night on the couch cuddling in front of a movie over overpriced drinks any day.

TF says I’m an exception to the rule, but I don’t think so. I think men just like to feel put upon and sorry for themselves, but secretly enjoy when a romantic gesture works out—because who doesn’t? The generations have changed and, in my humble opinion, women take on just as much relationship responsibility (fiscal and otherwise) as men. I know this, not just from my own personal stance, but from looking around at my friends. I know very few women who expect to be paid for by their guy—perhaps that has to do with who I like to hang out with, but I don’t think so. On the flip-side many of my guy friends take on far more domestic duties than the generations before them. Basically, we’re all evolving and creating partnerships that are actually equal. Go figure!

Meanwhile, after hearing this testosterone fueled rant I told The Fella that he was hereby ordered to take this Valentine’s Day off, and I would show him how it’s done.

Since he reads my blog I won’t tell you all the juicy details yet, but it’s a good one. Let’s just say I have raised the bar.

I even offered to propose to The Fella, but he said he wants to be the one to do it. This brings me back to my theory that guys like to complain, but they secretly love it.

Coupled or no, do you expect your partner to take the lead in romantic gestures? Pay for dates? Or are you Even Stevens?

Male readers (I know you’re out there) what are your thoughts on romantic responsibility?

Breakfast


Kashi with banana and almond milk

Lunch


Scrambled egg whites with broccoli and tomatoes
TJ’s reduced carb tortillas

Dinner


Inspired by an article I read in the New York Times YEARS ago, I decided to make dinner in my rice cooker. I started by cooking the rice, and when it was almost done I sprinkled in some sesame oil, then added eggs to poach in the rice. On the stove I sautéed some spinach. When all was done I topped with soy sauce and TJ’s Wasabi Seaweed Snacks. Yum!

Exercise: Training run (not sure about the mileage, but it was about an hour). Tonight’s focus was hills, so I’m pretty sure my quads and calves are going to hate me tomorrow.

Kim

Happy Weekend Review: January 19 & 20

I learned something about my running self this weekend during my long run. I am one of those people that needs a good three to four miles to warm up. I used to hear people say they did a 3, 4, 5 mile warm-up before a race and think, “Why are you wasting the running?!”

Now, I’m not saying that come race day I’m going to go for a morning jog before I get to the starting line. I will warm up while I’m racing, but it was on a 6.5 mile run this weekend that I realized that I only hate running for the first three miles, something happens after miles 3/4 that is kind of magical. My strides become longer, my shoulders stop clenching, my pace picks up, and my breathing becomes much less labored. Some would call this a second wind, but I’m pretty sure it’s my first wind. I haven’t run long enough yet to get to a second wind.

This revelation is somewhat bittersweet. For starters I realize I will never run a 5k I don’t hate, but I do know now that there is a reprieve from the cyclical cursing that dominates my thoughts for the first 30 minutes of each run.

Yay!?

I’m starting to get used to these cold weather runs.

Here are some other weekend highlights…

Ceremonial sorting of 2012 financial documents. One of the few downsides to freelancing is the obscene amount of paperwork that must stored for tax time.
Smoothie not required, but recommended.

Also, I realize that the fact that this is part of my “what makes me happy” list is somewhat lame. Organization really gets me fired up! You should see me at The Container Store–it’s like Disneyland with more potential label maker fun.

I had rehearsal for my upcoming performance with The Story Collider. There some amazing stories about science coming to Union Hall in Brooklyn this Tuesday.
If you’re in NYC and curious to hear what I sound like, or what my book is about, come check out this great story telling show.

But the thing I’m most excited about is that I’ve doubled my fundraising for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society in the past few days. Thanks to all of you who have donated! I’m so excited to give away that Coach bag. You still have a week left to enter the raffle!

 

What’s making you happy this weekend?

Kim

In the Beginning…there was beginning

I’ve been thinking a lot about being a beginner lately.

You see, I live a pretty conflicted life in this regard. For starters, I hate sucking at things, which is often my lot as a perennial beginner. That, of course, doesn’t work too well with my somewhat incessant drive to be starting something new. If I’m not taking a class in something, anything, sewing, running, improv, painting, moon-waling, anusara yoga, table dancing (not true, Mom, not true), writing and the list goes on, I generally feel like something is missing in my day-to-day.

I love learning new things, and in this sense I am proudly a dilettante. But, I spend a good portion of every class I take being a beginner…and beginning always sucks. Beginning means being self-conscious most of the time, afraid that I will be doomed to re-live some long ago playground horror. Will the woman standing next to me in Zumba pants me?

Probably not,

But the fear is still there.

As scary as it is, being a beginner is really important, because it’s in those first few classes/lessons/jaunts (or in the case of me and yoga—years) that our minds are rife to learn all the little nuance-y things that make up a skill set. It is in the beginning that my eyes turn to my instructor all big and scared and doe-eyed in search of help and maybe a little reassurance that one day I will not suck at whatever I am doing. And being a beginner is great because you have carte blanche to really fuddle things up, and still get an encouraging pat on the back.

Once that phase is over, you can bet that my generational ADD sets in; I stop paying all that much attention, and head into the task at hand with a cocky “I’ve got this.” I have nothing against cocky, cocky can be fun, and sometimes well deserved, but it takes a lot more effort to progress to a better level at this point, and so perhaps this is why I’m constantly beginning at something.

I am, currently, a beginner long-distance runner. I go to every running session I can, I stare at the pro marathoners with a longing that is probably a bit creepy. I don’t want their bodies, or fancy running clothes, I want their long strides and ability to be able to hold a conversation after mile one. I listen for running advice and find myself correcting my stride mid run, and remembering to re-fuel after mile five because that’s what my coaches told me to do. I take this all very, very seriously. Too seriously. I look forward to the day I feel like “I’ve got this,” but I need to be where I am first, huffing and puffing, and looking to escape after mile four. But that’s the beauty of it, everyone is still so excited that I finished my long runs. You can bet those pro-marathoners aren’t getting quite the parade of accolades at the end of their six/seven/eight miles runs.

Being a beginner is scary, but it’s also a really wonderful place to be.

Are you a beginner in anything? What’s your newest addition?

Breakfast


Raisin bran with banana

Lunch


Shakshukah (and salad that I forgot to photograph)

Dinner

Baked tofu with rice noodles and bok choy. I cooked the lot of them in mushroom broth and teriyaki sauce and ditched the oil.

Exercise: 60-minute yoga class, 60-minute spinning

Kim

Month One Review of Team in Training

I have officially been participating in Team-in-Training for one month. I happened to pick the race with the longest lead time, so that I could spend a decent amount of time being spastic, which means I have three-and-a-half full months to go. I need every second of that time.

Before I took the plunge and signed up, I’d been curious about the Team in Training experience for a few years. If you’re like I was, I’m here to demystify the process for you.

In the first month our runs have lengthened from 2-miles to 6-miles. There are two organized runs per week. Tuesday night runs are training runs where we tend to keep runs short but focused on a specific training technique: finding a pace group, arm-swinging, cadence runs, etc. For the record, it took me a full year of reading Runner’s World to realize that “PR” meant personal record—these training runs are invaluable for a dilettantish runner like myself in learning the lingo.

On Saturdays, long run days, we gather in our pace groups for an easy paced run that increases each week by one mile.

Additionally, each week there’s a cross-training meet-up that isn’t required and I don’t go to because I spend enough time at the gym cross-training…did I mention the gym is heated. I like that.

Runners are recommended to run 1-2 additional times a week on their own.

You absolutely can train for a race on your own, in fact, most people do. What I really enjoy about TNT is the mission: feeling like I’m doing all of this for a good reason, and that these efforts actually matter for a greater good. The Pollyanna in my head also tends to regulate the curmudgeon inside of me that likes to remind me fairly regularly that running sucks.

Also, I really like the companionship. Don’t get me wrong, once we pass our first mile marker I’m no longer interested in making chit-chat with my fellow runners (not because I’m asocial, but because talking seems like unnecessary effort), but just being surrounded by people who are running for a cause is incredibly inspiring to me. When I think I can’t, I look around and see a whole lot of people just like me who are doing it…and then I keep going.

Between runs there are clinics: injury prevention, nutrition, what to wear to keep from freezing you’re a—off. They really do cover all the bases of being a runner, they even kindasorta make you feel like you’re an athlete, not just a shmo who rolled into practice as a way of celebrating her 30th birthday.

Before I signed up I’d heard that TNT was kind of like a cult, a really sweaty, good-intentioned cult. And it’s true, there are people there who do multiple races every year for 5, 6, 7 years or more. That means they’ve raised tens of thousands of dollars for cancer treatment and research. As far as cults go, I could think of worse ones. At least no one’s handing out Kool-Aid at gunpoint.

Those are the technical aspects of TNT, here’s what I’ve learned about myself in my first month of race training:

  • I don’t hate running as much as I thought I did. I mean, I don’t LOVE running like some crazy people do. But, over the course of the last month I’ve found myself looking forward to practice.
  • It’s possible to simultaneously be numb from the cold, and overheated. I’m still not ready to concede that one can wear too many layers while running in the winter. As far as I’m concerned I’d rather take the chance on being too hot, than too cold. As warm as my torso is, my fingers are always numb when I get home from a run. Does anyone have suggestions for good running gloves?
  • Running is not about speed. I’ve always assumed that a requirement for “running” was to move quickly. This particular fallacy has meant that my pre-training runs usually capped off at 3-miles—about as long as I could last at what I considered a running pace. My current pace is only slightly faster than my I’m in a hurry walking pace. I’m going to go out on a limb here and admit that I’m not going to win the race in April. All I care about is finishing it, and considering I’ve never run a half-marathon before I’m guaranteed a PR (now that I know what that means).
  • There’s no shame in walking.  There is a whole sub-category of training called run-walking.  Run-walking, as far as I’m concerned, is a science.  When my broken toe or crappy hip has been particularly troublesome I’ve left the running group to join the run-walkers, only to learn that run-walking is no easy out.  My mentor told me she ran-walked her last marathon and it was the most fun she’d had…and she’s one of those culty folks who runs four marathons a year with a few halves thrown in for fun.  I plan on running my half, but I like knowing that walking isn’t the booby-prize.

On to Month Two…

 

Kim

Yoga, hold the Profundity

There are people in this world who look amazing contorting their bodies while donning skin-tight leggings and tank tops, and for whom remembering to breathe in through ones nose while stretching is not an epic feat worthy of the highest accolades. I’m not one of those people. I don’t aspire to be. I show up to yoga class well aware that I am not bendy. I am not graceful. Bow pose is akin to waterboarding on my list of things I love doing. But, in the end, I show up, tuck myself into the most corneriest of corners, and fight with my muscles to get them to unfurl themselves.

I’ve found that yoga has become more important than ever to my fitness regime since starting my half-marathon training. There’s something about the combination of cold and running that tightens my body up in a way that only a yoga class, as spastic and pained as I look doing it, can help me loosen to functional levels again.

There was a time when I went to a regular Monday night yoga class at a super-duper pricy yoga studio. In those days I clad myself in head-to-toe Lululemon, listened for nuggets of meaning in the stories my instructor would tell about the meaning of each pose, and practiced the lengthy chant recited at the beginning and end of class while I was at home so I looked like I had been a yogi for years when new people popped into class. These days I’m going to yoga classes at my gym, because $20 a class is a wee bit inexcusable for my budget. I’m still wearing my Lululemon pants, but they’re pilled from years of washing (I can’t believe I thought it was a good idea to spend $90 on spandex!). The yoga studio at my gym is separated from the baby-sitting area by a thin glass wall, and a shabby curtain. In a strange way, this makeshift style yoga kind of fits where my life is right now. I now see yoga as a functional practice to keep me on track in other endeavors. I’ve stopped trying to impress anyone, or pretend I’m anyone I’m not. I’m not bendy. I’m not graceful. And, oh lord do I hate bow pose…but it really does stretch out my quads after my long run days. Plus, I kinda think it’s funny hearing kids screaming during Savasana.

Breakfast


Whole wheat English muffin with tofu cream cheese and strawberry preserves
Pear

Lunch

The Fella and I met up with my cousins who were in town to see a show. We ate at Junior’s Cheesecake, where everything is super-sized.

When Roy and I ordered the potato pancakes we thought they would be normal sized potato pancakes—you know, like the size of a palm. These guys were the size of the plate. Not that I’m complaining. I do love me some carbs.


Followed by a salad chaser

Dinner


Trader Joe’s has a pretty tasty tofurky in a box with stuffing and mushroom gravy.

Exercise: Obviously tonight was a yoga night.


Kim