I had best intentions to blog yesterday, I really did. I prefer not to miss more than one day but before I knew it the clock read 8pm and I was covered in tomatoes and sweat and wiped out. Oh but look what I (well, in all fairness, Tate and I) produced
Into the soup went
- loads of tomatoes*
- flat leaf parsley*
- salt, pepper, celery seed powder
*all straight from the garden!
It’s going to be a good winter 🙂
The last two days were challenging. Daisy the dog is dying. I found her yesterday in the basement barely able to move. After slurping down some ibuprofen-laced milk she regained some life but it is obvious that she is slipping away.
I am not a big animal lover in general but occasionally a specific dog or cat will capture my heart and Daisy is one of the few. I will miss her presence a lot.
Here’s a recap of Tuesday and Wednesday at the beach.
Tuesday turned out to be a rest day. I was feeling a bit off after a really bad nights sleep and we kept having to run out to sign more paperwork for our NEW HOUSE. I did take a lovely 3.5 mile pre-dinner walk with Tate and a short post-dinner walk with the fam.
Speaking of dinner, Tate and I made ceviche and pisco sours in honor of our Peruvian friend Jorge.
Pisco is a clear grape brandy, a Pisco Sour is the Peruvian take on a margarita.
Jorge is my dear friend Rachel’s husband and he moved to the United States yesterday on his brand new green card. I am so happy for them! It was a crazy stressful process and they spent the last 10 months doing the long distance thing with her in Columbus and him in Lima. Congratulation and bienvenidos! (Now I just need to get them to move to Charlottesville, hehehe)
Wednesday morning was another early one. By 6:30am I was on the back porch watching sunrise, drinking coffee, and gearing myself up for my run.
It was an early morning for my pops also, by the time I was up he was already halfway through his sun salutations.
I am proud to be a third generation American yogi. My dad’s dad discovered yoga around 60 years ago and practiced from a book every morning in his Long Island bedroom before commuting into the city for work. At 93 he still attends classes on a regular basis (savasana is definitely his favorite these days 🙂 ). Growing up both my parents did yoga and I have early memories of sitting on the side of the studio listening to my mom’s soothing voice as she guided her class through postures.
I also come from a family of great eaters. This is Cai, my stepsister’s son and a man after my own heart with his melon and oats.
The stars (or actually the rising sun and setting moon) must have aligned Wednesday morning for my run because I felt awesome! Correction, I felt awesome for the first half. I ran North about two miles feeling strong and fast and contemplating throwing in some sprints. Well the sprints never happened because as soon as I turned around to run back I was nearly stopped in my tracks by a strong headwind. Turns out I had been pushed up the beach and now had to struggle against the wind to return home. I was certainly slower on the return but it was still a great run.
Yesterday was another rest day, which means that I am slacking in the yoga and abs/arms area of Mission Get Moving this week. Oh well, I was still on my feet all day. Today i got moving with a great 40 minute run. I had great company too, Tate and two dogs :).
Now it is off to the West Virginia State Fair. Look for some pictures of “what not to eat” and “what not to wear” in tomorrow’s post (oh, I am so mean).