Three Things on Thursday

My life is a roller coaster these days.  Good days.  Bad days.  Highs and lows.  There are days I feel unstoppable and days that stop me cold.  There are days where I feel on top of the world, and days where the tears just won’t stop.

There are pain-free days…and days where it hurts just getting out of bed.

This is my life…and has been since February 16, 2015.

Almost a year.

Still not better.  Still fighting.  Still not where I imagined I’d be.

I’m going to be honest, I came out of the weekend, despite the slip and fall on ice, feeling good.  My pain levels were down.  I was moving without problems.  And then…Tuesday hill repeats.  UGH!  JUST UGH!!  I did fine, but when I stop that’s when the problems start.  And despite a round of stretches my physical therapist assigned me, I was still feeling it yesterday and this morning when I worked in my training runs.

All that being said, I’ve powered through a lot, and despite my demanding work/training/recovery schedule…I’ve done some pretty amazing things so far this week.  I thought I’d share!

1. THEMED SPIN CLASSES

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I think I have the perfect (always colorful) tights for a Disco-themed spin class, yes?

Rocking perfect tights for a disco-themed spin class, yes?

My amazing and inspiring friend, Deana, is a very fun spin instructor.  It’s always a mixed bag with her.  And when you attend one of her classes, you are going to walk out of there a sweaty mess.  She’s in training for her first Half Ironman, and we’re in training with her, in a way.  At least on the stationary bike in the safety of the walls of the YMCA.  HA!

Anyway, this week, Deana has had themed spin classes.  And I am loving it.  Monday morning, my 5:30 a.m. class was treated to Spinning to the ’90s.  All the music was songs straight out of the 1990s…and I knew and even sang along with every single one of them.  Not loudly, because, I wouldn’t put anyone through the torture of hearing me sing, but it really takes your mind off of that hill climb and definitely brought a lot of hoots and hollers from the class.  And Friday morning, we’re getting a disco ball and having our own Disco Inferno all up in the spin room.  And I am already working on what I intend to wear for said Disco day.  There might even be a lava lamp.  Regardless, I’ll be ready to work hard to the tune of the best disco songs.

Themed spin classes…who knew?!

2. HILL REPEATS

Bright colors, bright lights, and loving that I'm DONE with hill repeats.
Bright colors, bright lights, and loving that I’m DONE with hill repeats.

Love them or hate them…hill repeats are real.  In fact, hill repeats are what my physical therapist currently wants me doing.  So, every Tuesday, I’m out at either Cherokee Park or Iroquois Park here in Louisville…running me some major hill repeats.  The past two weeks, I’ve knocked out 4 miles of hill repeats each Tuesday night.  4 freakin’ miles.  To this point, that is the furthest I have run since…the stress fracture in my leg back in August.

I won’t lie…a little part of me panics every time I go out there for these.  Hills do make you a stronger runner…but they hurt.  In my case, they really hurt.  But, I feel strong while doing them, and after some plyometric exercises and stretches…and a little TLC from my foam roller…I’m usually back in the game the next day.  So yeah…hills.  YAY!

I don’t worry about my time or how long I’m out there or even my speed.  What’s important to me is that I am actually out and running again.  Not completely pain-free…but being out there is SO much better than where I have been.  I’ll take every chance I can get to attempt to get stronger again.

3. CHILI COOK OFF

Hawaiian Chili (with a bit of Gluten Free Corn Spoonbread and Gluten Free Breton Original with Flax Crackers)
Hawaiian Chili (with a bit of Gluten Free Corn Spoon Bread and Gluten Free Breton Original with Flax Crackers)

So, yesterday was the annual chili cook off at my office.  Now, I have never actually submitted a chili to this cook off because, prior to this year, the co-owner (who has since retired) used to always tell me not to bother with bringing in a vegetarian chili, since his wife was making one.  I just never argued the fact.  With this year being wide open, I got a little carried away and ended up making 2 chilies and 1 batch of my gluten free corn spoon bread recipe that I’ve killed every time I’ve made it.  Meaning, it’s extremely awesome.  When it comes to cooking, especially in a quasi-competitive manner, I can be pretty indecisive on what chili to make.  So, I did what any chef would do…

…I made both.

Pizza Chili (which I figured would be my star) and Hawaiian Chili.

I realized I was splitting my odds at winning, but…I love both of these chilies and they were both very different.  VERY different.  Even from the other chilies (there were 7 entries…2 of which were mine) that were entered into the annual cook off.

And, shocking me (and probably the rest of the office who doesn’t always want to venture into my plant-based, gluten-free goodies)…I won.  With…Hawaiian Chili.  So not the chili that I expected to win.  I was seriously surprised. Of the two I brought in, I thought Pizza Chili would be the more popular one.  And it was a very near thing with the runner-up, a Mexican Beer Chili.  The winning chili is pictured above with the corn spoon bread.

I am so happy.  This is the first time a vegan/vegetarian chili has won.  And it’s the first time I have won anything at work.  So…YAY!!

I’ve had many requests for this recipe, so I will leave it here.  Do try it.  It’s amazing.

Recipe: Hawaiian Chili
Makes 4 very large servings

Ingredients:

  • 1 small onion, diced
  • 2 garlic clove, minced
  • 2 bell pepper, seeded & diced
  • 2 tsp chili powder
  • 1 tsp ground cumin
  • 2 (15 oz) can kidney beans, drained and rinsed
  • 3 cups pineapple, diced
  • 2 (15 oz) cans tomato sauce
    Crackers (optional…to serve on the side)
Directions:
Line a large pot with vegetable broth.
Sauté onions, garlic, and bell pepper until onions are translucent and bell peppers are soft.
Add spices, stir to coat vegetables.
Add remaining ingredients and simmer for 20-30 minutes.

Serve with crackers

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Seriously…make this stuff.

If you live in the area…come to tomorrow’s 5:30 a.m. spin class at the YMCA of Southern Indiana in New Albany and let Deana bring the funk and disco back…disco ball included.

And…run hills.  Feel strong.

I am NOT a runner…

Photo Credit: Distant Runners
Photo Credit: Distant Runners

Hi.

My name is Karen.

used to be a runner.

I am now going on 11 months after my hip labrum tore…with no real improvement to anything and no end in sight…

…and I just don’t feel like much of a runner these days.

I don’t feel like much of a runner these days because I haven’t been doing much running.

Because I CAN’T.

I hate that word…“can’t”…because it embodies everything that I rebel against.  I don’t like limitations and I don’t like boundaries.  And the word can’t embodies everything that I fight against.  Someone tells me I can’t do something, and, by God, I’m going to find a way to prove them wrong.  Until I discover…I really and truly…can’t.

I haven’t been able to run for the past 11 months, not because I don’t want to (believe me…I DO!)…but because I truly, and honestly…can’t.

Trust me…I’ve tried.  I’ve done everything in my power to get back out there on the roads.  Any setback you can come up with…I’ve probably managed to hit.  I’ve done physical therapy…currently in my third round of it.  I’ve tried dry needling.  I’ve rested it.  I’ve started swimming more (even hired a swim coach!).  I’ve hired a running coach to help me set logical goals, paces, and not over-train or overdo it.  I’ve gotten a stress fracture.  I’ve cross-trained the shit out of my body…from elliptical to spinning to weights to core work to the strengthening stretches/moves from physical therapy.

And I still feel weak.

I am still broken.

And, despite every effort by the doctors, the therapists, and…yes…even myself…I’m not getting better.  I’m not healing.  The thing is…I won’t heal.  That’s the nature of a labrum tear.  It can’t and won’t heal on its own.  So that means, I’m stuck with it.  I’m stuck with pain when I move…run…walk…crawl…turn over in bed.  This is what I’ve been dealing with since February 2015.

It’s almost the New Year.

I’m not a new me.  I’m just a broken down version of the old me.  I’m one of the misfit toys.  I’m…back to being a wannabe.  I’m a wannabe runner.

I’m not a runner.

Not anymore.

I’ve cried…I’ve cried some more.  I’ve yelled and screamed.  I’ve lashed out.  I’ve held it all in until I just couldn’t anymore.  I meltdown at least once a week over this.  Usually more.  People just don’t see it.

This injury has cost me more money than I make…in lost race fees, in medical bills, in co-pays, in equipment to get better.  It has cost me a lot mentally too.  I am not the confident and carefree runner that I used to be.  The thought of running isn’t exciting anymore.  I almost dread it.  Because I know…usually just a minute or so in…it’s going to hurt.  And it will hurt long after I stop.

Let’s not even begin to hit on the lost fitness and the weight gain, shall we?  I feed my stress.  And lately, I’m always stressed.  I don’t think I need to draw this out.  I don’t like the way I look or feel…yet I can’t seem to break out of the cycle.  And each time I have a misstep in my nutrition, I start to loathe myself.  The negative thoughts…they cut deep…and yet, I just can’t seem to turn it around.

I miss getting up early and heading out in the dark for a run.  I loved the peace…hearing just the soft thumps of my feet against the pavement.  I miss running with my group on Saturday morning.  I miss the people I only saw on Saturdays.  I feel like I’ve lost so many people because I am no longer one of them.

I miss being a runner.

I miss the person I was…the way I felt…

I miss everything.

And I try to keep the part of me that keeps saying I am never going to get it back at bay…but after this long…that voice has grown louder and that positive energy…that one little bit of hope I keep holding onto…it’s become more of a whisper.

I’m not giving up…

…I’m still fighting…

…somehow…some day…I’m going to put all the pieces back together.  I’ll be complete and happy and free.

But not today.  Today…I’m not a runner.  Tomorrow…I will not be a runner.

Tomorrow…I’ll fight the urge to stay in bed, as I do every morning…I’ll do my strengthening exercises…I’ll cross-train…I’ll go to physical therapy…I’ll hurt all day…and I’ll keep doing it and doing it and doing it…until, with a little luck…one day…maybe…it won’t hurt so much anymore.  Then…maybe…not at all.

Maybe then…I will feel like a runner.

The runner I used to be.

 

Hawaiian Hau’oli

Aloha!

So, last week, for a wonderful week, I was fortunate enough to spend some time on the two of the Hawaiian islands.  The original purpose – to run the Kauai Marathon.

But then…I fractured my ankle.

Trying to start a new trend in footwear, perhaps? This is Bootsie, my new friend for the next 6-8 weeks. MEH!
Trying to start a new trend in footwear, perhaps? This is Bootsie, my new friend for the next 6-8 weeks. MEH!

Yep.  Fractured my freakin’ ankle three days before leaving for Hawaii.  SUCK!!  I tried to put a positive spin on things…I really did.  At least I was still going to Hawaii.  Yeah…it didn’t really work for me then either…but I was trying.  To help make this painful adjustment, I started a Twitter account for Bootsie (the boot I’m forced to wear for 6-8 weeks) to document traveling adventures.  I’m a firm believer that things happen for a reason…so there better be a damn good reason for this.  That’s all I’m saying.

The first leg of the trip was flying out to San Diego.  This gave us pretty much a full day to adjust to a bit of the time change (West Coast = 3 hours behind EST; Hawaii = 6 hours behind EST) and break up what was already a long ass flight to the islands.  We’d depart San Diego before it was bright and early to get to Kauai by mid-morning.  It was a plan.  The ankle just meant we had to depart from the hotel sooner because I wasn’t moving anywhere very fast.  So…my traveling companions, Cathy & Jenn, were both very helpful and very, very patient with me.  And, I didn’t complain much.  I mean, complaining won’t change the situation.  I just apologized…a lot…for being slow.

The first order of business after getting to San Diego and checking into the hotel to drop off luggage was…lunch.  Not having prepared for lunch, I ate a protein bar, while my fellow travelers ate tacos from a local taco stand.  SO cool.  But after that, I required my morning cup of coffee…so we sought out and found a great local establishment called…

Lestat’s Coffee House, San Diego, California

Lestat’s is one of those places that is open 24/7, 365 days of the year.  YES…it is always open!  Holiday?  No worries…they’re open!  Lestat’s Coffee House has a few signature drinks on their menu…and as it was pretty toasty in San Diego, I wasn’t feeling the hot coffee that day.  Neither were my traveling friends.  So, they each got coffee freezes (think blended drinks!) while I opted for one of Lestat’s Signature Drinks done up all refreshing and cold.  Jenn got the Winter Raspberry Freeze ($5.25), which is a ice blended raspberry mocha.  I took one little sip.  WINNING!  Cathy had me pick for her, and I choose the Arctic Squirrel Freeze ($5.25) for her, which is an ice blended hazelnut mocha (similar to the Hazelnut Turtle drink she loves at our local cafe…just…blended and cold).  As for me…I went with the Iced Arctic Joey ($4.55)…which is coconut, almond and chocolate.  I had mine made with coconut milk as well (+$1.00).  In essence, it was a liquid almond joy.  And it was delicious.  There were bits of coconut floating in it.  I think I was just starting to get in the Aloha spirit by getting something with coconut.  Needless to say…smooth, creamy, delicious.  Nothing overwhelmed the drink, and it wasn’t heavy.  It was pure liquid gold.  And refreshing.  And tasty.  And in the end, coffee should always be tasty.  I was beyond happy with this decision.

Lestat's Coffee House Iced Almond Joey with Coconut Milk
Lestat’s Coffee House Iced Almond Joey with Coconut Milk

Upon arriving in Hawaii…after the rental car debacle…wherein we learned…convertible is fun…but not when you have a fractured ankle.  We got it sorted…and switched out the fun and stylish convertible for…a Ford Fusion.  Yeah…definitely not the way we had envisioned traveling, but it gave us more leg room and some more storage space for our big-ass luggage.  LOL!  After checking into Pono Kai Resort in Kauai…coffee was needed.

It’s always coffee with me.  LOL!

So, we scoped out and fell in love with a local café called Ha Coffee Bar.  And we went back every day we were on the island of Kauai…save for Sunday, because they are closed.

Ha Coffee Bar, Lihue, Hawaii

It was love at first “Aloha” when it came to Ha Coffee Bar.  I have nothing but warm fuzzies when I think back to every stop at Ha Coffee Bar, each morning, first thing, while on Kauai.  It was a bit of a drive from the resort, but always worth it.  I tried three different things on the three days we were there that they were open.  And, not once, was I ever disappointed in my choice.  Ha Coffee Bar is a café that is built to resemble an old-school bar.  No joke.  Their iced drinks are even mixed in martini shakers.  LOVE.  This set-up allows them to showcase and sell products and items, such as pour-overs, that might not typically be served at a café.  Ha Coffee Bar primarily serves espresso coffee, cold brewed coffee, pour-over and French press coffee.  The variety in the types of coffee they serve allows for different origins and price points, which also helps minimize waste as they don’t have coffee sitting and going stale…high quality coffee and flexibility that allows customers to explore different blends, flavor profiles and methods of making coffee.  Coffee love.  And boy…did I LOVE this.  On the first day there, I stayed pretty basic.  I got a Salted Caramel French Pressed Cafe Au Lait with Almond Milk.  I loved that they added the flavor to the steamed milk itself, and then gave me the pitcher of leftover almond milk in case I needed more of it in the drink.  But it was perfect the way they gave it to me.  And the French pressed coffee…OMG…so good.  Jenn got a simple Iced Hazelnut Latte and Cathy got an Iced Peppermint Mocha.  So, on the next morning, I noticed they had signature drinks hanging up near the register…so I decided to give one of those a try.  I had it narrowed down to two…but opted for their drink the Bee Sting.  The Bee Sting is simply Espresso, Coconut Milk, Honey and Cinnamon.  I got it iced…as the humidity was killer that morning.  Cathy got their take on an Iced Black & White Mocha (Zebra).  And it was, absolutely, hands down, my favorite coffee drink of the trip.  I wish I could have had it again.  I would have gotten it again.  The coconut milk gave it this rich flavor, the honey sweetened it, the cinnamon lent a hint of spice…and espresso…got me moving for sure.  Simple…yet SO good.  SO very good.  In fact, on our last day there, this is the drink that Jenn opted to get after trying mine.  With Ha closed on Sunday, we had to go elsewhere, but on our last day on Kauai…we were there in the morning and I was getting another signature drink…Liquid Sunshine, which was cold brew coffee, coconut syrup, and coconut milk.  DELICIOUS!!  Not Bee Sting delicious…but delicious.  I was quite happy with it.  Not something I can get here…anywhere…so that was most of the draw for this drink in particular.  The last morning there, Cathy got the Iced Hazelnut Mocha and a Pineapple Cream Cheese Scone to enjoy for breakfast.  I still say it today…back in Louisville, Kentucky…that I miss Ha Coffee Bar.  It made that much of an impression.

Ha Coffee's Salted Caramel Cafe Au Lait with Almond Milk, Iced Bee Sting, and Iced Liquid Sunshine
Ha Coffee’s Salted Caramel Cafe Au Lait with Almond Milk, Iced Bee Sting, and Iced Liquid Sunshine

 

Skinny Mike’s Hawaiian Ice Cream, Lihue, Hawaii

I have KONG Radio to thank for the discovery of Skinny Mike’s.  As we were driving the island of Kauai on Saturday, just enjoying beaches and the like…an advertisement for Skinny Mike’s Hawaiian Ice Cream came on.  And it advertised ice cream, sorbets, and vegan ice cream.  They had my attention, and the attention of both Jenn and Cathy too.  I looked them up…and took note of where it was located.  And we vowed to go there and check them out.  At least once, yes?

And so, Saturday evening, after splitting a gluten-free pizza at a local chain…we headed over to Harbor Mall, where Skinny Mike’s is located.  We parked and marched up the stairs to the little shop.  Online I had taken a peak at the flavors, and sort of had my heart set on the Pineapple Cream.  However…they didn’t have that flavor.  So…I was left to look over the offered flavors while Jenn & Cathy made their choices.  We each got regular scoops ($3.49) of our flavor choices.  Cathy went with the Mint Chocolate Chip as it is one of her favorites…anywhere.  Jenn won with their signature flavor…a local classic…Macadamia Nut.  Hers was so good, we went back the last night there and each got a scoop of the Macademia Nut.  That’s how good that was.  For my first trip there, without the Pineapple flavor being available…I went with the suggestion of Coconut Cream.  The Coconut Cream ice cream was the perfect level of coconut flavor.  No bits of raw coconut…just the flavor infused in a creamy scoop of ice cream goodness.  It was delicious.  Smooth.  And melted fast.  Ah…coconut based things…I didn’t mind though.  Not one bit.  I eat frozen desserts rather quickly regardless.  LOL!  We were so impressed with the ice cream there that, as I said, we all went back to get the signature Macadamia Nut flavor on our last night on Kauai.  Worth it.  That was some of the best ice cream I’ve ever had.  Just…delicious.  I miss it.  I want some more of the Macadamia Nut flavor…it’s a craving that hits now.  Now that I know it exists…but can’t get it anywhere else…but there.

Skinny Mike's Hawaiian Ice Cream's Coconut Cream and Macadamia Nut Ice Cream
Skinny Mike’s Hawaiian Ice Cream’s Coconut Cream and Macadamia Nut Ice Cream

 

Java Kai, Kapaa, Hawaii

What happens when  your favorite Hawaiian coffee stop on Kauai is closed on Sunday?  You have to find a new place to get that caffeine hit.  And this was what we were left to do on Sunday morning.  Sunday.  When I should have been running a marathon.  When, instead, I was hobbling around Kapaa in search of coffee.  The stop at the little food truck-like coffee place was…not going to work for everyone.  No one was really happy with the menu options…so…we backtracked to a spot that Jenn spotted and had looked up online.  It wasn’t far from the resort.  It was a worthwhile stop in the end.  And, in the end, we all ended up with a bit of breakfast with our coffee as well.  How?  Because this place had some gluten-free options on the menu and in the bakery case.  SCORE!  This meant we could have something a little more substantial at the start of the day, instead of the meager protein bars or yogurts back at the resort.  It would mean eating better now and not making poor choices later.  And so…Jenn got one of the bars from the bakery case…the Aloha Bar ($3.75), I think.  For her caffeinated goodness that morning, she got the Iced Macanut Latte ($4.50).  Cathy went for the Breakfast Burrito ($10.50), which includes eggs, roasted potatoes, caramelized onions, and cheddar cheese, which she got with the mango-chipotle salsa.  For her drink, she got the Iced Hazelnut Mocha ($4.70).  She at hers there at the café as she was the driver.  As for me…they had gluten-free English muffins.  HELLO!  So I ended up getting the Gluten Free English Muffin with Cream Cheese ($3.95), which they kindly toasted for me…looks like in a pan…no cross-contamination.  And for the drink, I got the Iced Macanut Latte ($4.50) with Almond Milk (+$0.75).  Jenn and I had ours to go and I happily noshed away on a Glutino English Muffin with a light spread of cream cheese.  The Macanut Latte…macadamia nut flavor…espresso…nutty goodness.  And it was just the perfect drink that morning.  It was supposed to be marathon morning…and I needed a distraction.  This food, while simple and basic…was just what I needed.  The drive along the coast helped too!

Java Kai's Gluten Free English Muffin (with Cream Cheese) and Macanut Latte with Almond Milk
Java Kai’s Gluten Free English Muffin (with Cream Cheese) and Macanut Latte with Almond Milk

 

Hanalei Bay, Hanalei, Hawaii

We visited a lot of beaches while visiting Hawaii.  I mean, that’s part of the point when you visit an island, right?  But, I think, above all others, my favorite one we stopped at, and spent the most time at, was Hanalei Bay.  This beach is stunning.  A beautiful 2-mile long crescent of white sand, nestled beneath a breathtaking range of mountains.  The water was relatively calm that day, with some small waves crashing against the shore.  Despite my new friend…Bootsie…being on, we were determined to get away and enjoy the day.  Anything to keep my mind off the fact that I should have been running.  Hanalei Bay is a great beach for walking and body surfing.  Calm waves, lifeguards, and a great coast line.  I managed a few solo ventures along the waterline of the beach, just needing to at least move a little…minus the boot.  I took it off for beach time.  Strange tan lines were not on the agenda.  I was very careful of where I stepped and the movement of the sand…and would pause if a wave came up and rolled over my legs…because that undertow could be a bit strong and throw me off balance.  It was here that I realized my surf lessons the following day were not going to happen, as much as I wanted to give it a try.  It was just not going to be physically possible for me to get up on a surf board.  I was brokenhearted over this…but shrugged it off as no big deal.  These were the cards I was dealt.  Suck it up, cupcake…you’re in Hawaii!

Me and Bootsie at Hanalei Bay
Me and Bootsie at Hanalei Bay

After some walking and some laying on the beach…we got dressed and headed off for the next venture.  Which tunred out to be a good thing.  Heavy rains started soon after we had changed…and soon, Jenn and I realized just how sunburned we had gotten.  I don’t think Jenn slapped on any sunscreen.  I had…but the burn was in those places where clothes met skin or that strings were located.  I was trying to avoid strange tan lines…and yet…that is what I ended up with in the end.

That being said…for a moment, I forgot about the ankle…and the boot…and I just enjoyed the perfect afternoon at the perfect beach.

JoJo’s Shave Ice, Hanalei, Hawaii

I have my good friend Harry Cooke to thank for the journey, while in Hanalei, to JoJo’s Shave Ice.  He had mentioned it to me in a message on Facebook…and we were right there!!  And with the rain pouring down now, it gave us a good excuse to not sit in a car and try to avoid the flooding roads.  It gave us some time to hope the rain would pass and we could do more exploring.  The rain didn’t pass.  It was with us the rest of the time on the North Shore.  However, after a bit of a short (hobbling, for me) spring from the rental car to the little storefront that the Hanalei JoJo’s Shave Ice operates out of…we knew we were in for a treat.  The original JoJo’s began in Waimea in 1992, the same year that Hurricane Iniki landed on Kauai.  That store is stil there today and still has the original JoJo’s sign.  The goal of JoJo’s…to offer the ultimate in Shave Ice on Kauai…which is a true Hawaiian treat.  When they expanded into Hanalei, they took the JoJo’s traditions and secret recipes along…and introduced the smaller “junior size,” which closely matches the normal serving size of other shave ice venues throughout Hawaii.  JoJo’s doesn’t use commercially made syrups.  They, instead, carefully make up their own syrups, with a lot less sugar and more flavor than the commercially used ones by other shave ice businesses.  And…no corn syrups either.  They also have upgraded all their locations with the best ice machines on Kauai, making for an unmatched, fluffy shave.  LOVE.  The three of us each got the Junior Sizes ($4.50).  And they let you choose up to 4-5 flavors.  I don’t remember what Jenn got…but it had cherry…and perhaps lime?  I can’t recall.  Cathy got Root Beer, Lemon and Grape Shave Ice.  And I opted for two of my favorite flavors…Watermelon and Strawberry Shave Ice.  Of course, now looking back, I wish I opted for something more…local…like mango or something.  Next time.  But the shave ice at JoJo’s was huge…filling…and amazingly packed with flavor.  I can see why it’s been open for 23 years.

30 ounces of Watermelon and Strawberry flavored goodness from JoJo's Shave Ice
30 ounces of Watermelon and Strawberry flavored goodness from JoJo’s Shave Ice

 

Kalaheo Coffee Company & Café, Kalaheo, Hawaii

I know that technically Kalaheo Coffee Company & Café should have gotten a full review, as it was our place to catch a bite for lunch…on Monday afternoon.  However, it was a hot day…and the humidity was really doing a number on me.  And while there were a few options for a gluten-free vegetarian on the menu, what sounded really, really good was the Spinach and Kauai Greens Salad ($10.95).  And the reason that this didn’t warrant a Restaurant Review post was…it was a salad I could have made at home.  Honestly.  But this was what I wanted.  The Spinach and Kauai Greens Salad is a blend of fresh grown Kailani Farm greens, served with crisp spinach and topped off with strawberries and candied pecans.  I kept the feta cheese and held the side of warm flat bread for obvious reasons.  It came with a simple balsamic vinaigrette.  And it was delicious.  Light, but filling.  And cooling.  And just flat-out what I was really wanting that miserably humid day.  But…it was a salad I could make…and therefore…it garners a mention here…but the restaurant itself is cozy and has a lot of great, fresh-made, delicious sandwiches, salads, soups, etc, to choose from.  And I loved sitting in there, listening to runners who had run the day before discuss the marathon and half marathon…looking at the different food items coming out of the kitchen to each table.  Beautiful setting, beautiful food…and tasty too.  For the record, Cathy got the Hot Pastrami Sandwich, which contained grilled onions, mushrooms, and melted Swiss cheese on toasted bread.  She got it with the much raved about Garlic Cilantro Fries…which after seeing her and Jenn devour…made me really wish I could have had those.  Not safe though…not for me.  Darn it.

Kalaheo Coffee Company & Café's Spinach & Kauai Greens Salad
Kalaheo Coffee Company & Café’s Spinach & Kauai Greens Salad

 

USS Arizona Memorial – Pearl Harbor, Honolulu, Hawaii

This was one ONE place that I had to visit while in Hawaii, and the main and primary reason we even island hopped over to O’ahu instead of just hanging tight on the beautiful island of Kauai.  Honolulu is definitely a hopping city and much more urban…think LA and NYC.  But this…this stop was…important.  To all three of us.  The USS Arizona Memorial is the number one visitor destination in Hawaii, drawing millions of people from all over the world to see where World War II began for the United States on December 7, 1941.  Visitors are free to explore the grounds of the Pearl Harbor Visitor’s Center, which was recently expanded from the original 3 acres to 17 acres, and is now operated by the National Park Service.  Admission and parking is free to all visitors.  Over 2000 tickets are given out free per day on a first come, first serve basis.  We had to check our bags before entering the historic site, so Jenn and I did that while Cathy went to get the tickets she reserved online for us.  We were set for the final shuttle out, at 2:45 pm.  It was the hottest day in Honolulu…and with all the metal and concrete, we were literally melting out in the sun while walking around the ground.  We ducked into the museum, but it was even hotter in there.  Bottles of water were purchased and Cathy and I downed ours before we were put on an earlier shuttle, the 2:30 pm, to head out to the memorial.  A US Navy boat taxied us out to the USS Arizona Memorial, which is built over the remains of the sunken battleship, the final resting place of the 1,177 crewmen killed on December 7, 1941, when their ship was bombed by the Japanese Naval Forces.  The memorial itself was relatively quiet upon disembarking and walking over to it.  You can still see the oil leaking out of the actual ship that is buried beneath the waters of Pearl Harbor.  It is moving and touching.  And the memorial is beautiful and humbling.  And I am so glad that we went.

USS Arizona Memorial at Pearl Harbor
USS Arizona Memorial at Pearl Harbor

 

Dole Plantation, Wahiawa, Hawaii

Two words…

DOLE WHIP.

DOLE FREAKIN’ WHIP!!  That was the primary reason to venture out to the Dole Plantation in Wahaiwa.  It was a bit of a journey…a long drive, but well worth it.  The Dole Plantation originally operated as a fruit stand beginning in 1950, before opening up to the public as “Hawaii’s ‘Pineapple Experience'” in 1989.  Another one of O’ahu’s most popular visitor attractions, the Dole Plantation provides activities for the entire family, including the Pineapple Express ($8.25/adult), the Plantation Garden Tour ($5.00/adult), and the Pineapple Garden Maze ($6.00/adult).  None of which we did…due to the cost that was associated with each one and the warm, humid weather that made us want to stick to the air conditioning.  What we did do, however, was shop at the HUGE gift shop, which carries a wide variety of Dole Plantation Gifts, local favorites, foods, and refreshments…including DOLE WHIP!!  You can even purchase a fresh pineapple to take home.  I wish I had.  The pineapple in Hawaii is freakin’ incredible.  I did some shopping, buying a few minor things like Dole Pineapple hard candy and a magnet.  Easy to transport and all.  And then, we went over to The Plantation Grille to purchase a bowl each of the world famous Dole Whip ($5.25).  It was a large serving, which I loved, and devoured enthusiastically.  Better than Disney, which is one of the few places Dole Whip is available.  This was…amazing and I wish I had gone back for seconds.  Dole Whip, by the way, is vegan and gluten free.  LOVE!!  It’s just pure frozen treat love.

Dole Whip from The Dole Plantation's Plantation Grille
Dole Whip from The Dole Plantation’s Plantation Grille

 

Panalu’u Beach Park and the Random Pineapple Roadside Stand, Hauula, Hawaii

Welcome to two of the most random stops we made on our trek around the North Shore of O’ahu.  Panalu’u Beach Park is located on O’ahu’s windward coast and has this strip of narrow, sandy beach.  The nearshore ocean bottom is shallow and has a reef, so swimming conditions here are poor.  This was a clam day at this particular beach when we pulled over to check it out.  Cathy went wading…and the water looked so refreshing (another humid and hot day!), that I took off Bootsie and kicked off my flip-flop to go wading in the surf myself.  My friend Jenn snapped my favorite picture of me on this entire trip here…with the gorgeous blue water and the white sand on the beach.  As I said on my Instagram…”Make only memories…Leave only footprints…Kill only time…”

Me on Punalu'u Beach Park (THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE!)
Me on Punalu’u Beach Park (THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE!)

From there, we went hunting for a shrimp place, Romey’s Kahuku Prawns and Shrimp, that the lady at Enterprise told Cathy about after we first arrived in Honolulu, when she mentioned we would be heading up to the North Shore.  Along the way, I had been hunting for mangos and we found a stand that advertised them.  We pulled into this dodgy little roadside stand, only to learn that they were out of mangos.  The weather had ended the season early.  I was bummed.  BUT…we did purchase a fresh pineapple there, so we purchased one for $5.00, and watched as this little old lady had it peeled and sliced in less that 2 minutes…bagged…and ready for us to take away.  We wasted no time, after climbing into the car, trying it out.  So fresh…so juicy…so amazing.  Hands down, the best pineapple I have eaten in my life.  Anywhere.  And I’ve had a lot of pineapple.  We did find Romy’s…and Jenn and Cathy split a plate of the Garlic and Butter Shrimp.  They ate that and I ate a good 2/3 (if not more) of the pineapple.  They helped a little after they were done with their fresh seafood.

Best.  Pineapple.  Purchase.  EVER!

BEST PINEAPPLE EVER from a random roadside stand along the North Shore of O'ahu! They peeled and chopped it right there!
BEST PINEAPPLE EVER from a random roadside stand along the North Shore of O’ahu! They peeled and chopped it right there!

 

Chief’s Luau, Waimanalo, Hawaii

Okay, again, this would generally get a blog of its own, despite not being a restaurant.  I couldn’t go to Hawaii and not do a luau, even if it is one that is so tourist-y…it’s funny.  We chose Chief’s Luau ($82.00+) due to the fact that it is the best ranked luau on O’auh AND that it had an allergen menu on their Web site.  And, yeah, it’s tourist-y, but I actually had a lot of fun at the luau.  I finally got a lei (made of shells as we had the cheapest package), had my picture taken with Chief…learned how to hula dance, watched Cathy throw a spear (rather poorly), watched Cathy make a coconut leaf headband (which she left behind), listened to great music, enjoyed the history of the dances that are native to Hawaii…and just…kicked back, laughed, and enjoyed my final night in Hawaii…with a Mai Tai and everything.  Aside from the free drink…the luau package also included dinner…and as a gluten-free vegetarian, this left only a few things for me to pick from.  Cathy was there for the meat…the pork…cooked in the ground with banana leaves…but for someone like me…I got the food that was catered in.  And that’s fine…but because it was catered, I didn’t review it.  I was left with the Seasonal Fruit Salad (more pineapple!), the Poi (GROSS…it looked like Barney’s (the purple dinosaur) snot…kind of gelatinous and goopy and YUCK.  I didn’t want to try it, but peer pressure had me at least take a taste.  NEVER AGAIN!), the Steamed White Rice and (my personal favorite) the Sweet Potatoes.  My first plate of food was not really full, and as this was all you can eat, I ventured back for more of the DELICIOUS sweet potatoes and the fruit.  Because…fruit and sweet potatoes are actually two of my favorite foods in life.  For real.  The Mai Tai’s were delicious…and I had a great time at the luau.  If you are in O’ahu and want to go to a luau…go to Chief’s.  They are #1 for a reason!

Seasonal Fruit Salad, Poi (GROSS!), White Steamed Rice, and Sweet Potatoes - my gluten free and vegetarian dinner at Chief's Luau
Seasonal Fruit Salad, Poi (GROSS!), White Steamed Rice, and Sweet Potatoes – my gluten free and vegetarian dinner at Chief’s Luau

 

Barista, Portland, Oregon

The flight we took back to the mainland went through Portland, where we disembarked and stayed an entire day, so we could explore.  Cathy and Jenn had Voodoo Doughnuts for breakfast.  We hit up the food pods for lunch, we did a gastropub for dinner.  But after the stop for doughnuts, it was vital that we got caffeine.  And I chose Barista, out of all the different coffee shops in Portland.  I chose wisely…of this I am certain.  Being a former barista, myself, I not only liked the name, I liked everything I read about them.  Barista was established by coffee legend, Billy Wilson, who now has four (4) Barista cafés open in the Portland area.  Let me tell you, this cofee delivers!!  Barista is one of the first multi-roaster shops in the Portland area, showcasing Heart, Coava, and another roaster on bar for espresso or drip.  Barista is known for serving exceptional coffees from the world’s finest roasters, prepared by the most skilled baristas in the Portland area.  No joke.  Jenn skipped out on this amazing experience, but both Cathy and I partook of the opportunity to try the coffee at the Downtown Barista location.  Cathy ordered the Semi-Sweet Valrohna Mocha ($4.50).  I went for the Bittersweet Valrohna Mocha ($4.50) with Almond Milk (+$0.75).  It was delicious.  Strong…but smooth.  There was this perfect balance of chocolate and espresso that just…melted together.  The milk softened up the bite of the espresso itself, cutting through the dark chocolate.  OH MY GOD…one of the best coffees I have ever had.  If you are in Portland and love coffee…you are missing out if you don’t swing by one of the Barista locations.  For real.  I loved every sip.  Even better…finally a coffeeshop that gives me an 8 ounce cup of coffee for a small!!  THANK YOU!

Barista's Bittersweet Valrohna Mocha with Almond Milk
Barista’s Bittersweet Valrohna Mocha with Almond Milk

And that was it.  It was Portland to Vegas to Louisville from there.  And my 10 day vacation came to an end.  Back in Louisville, it’s hard for me to ignore Bootsie.  It’s a depressing reminder of everything I’ve had to cancel for the upcoming weeks leading into November.  I tried not to fuss much over it on the trip.  And, I ate whatever I wanted…whenever I wanted…as long as it fit into my dietary restrictions.  And despite limited mobility and really lack of much movement at all…while continuing to stuff my face with local eats…I lost 3 pounds.  I’ve put it back on since coming home though…so no worries.  LOL!

It was a beautiful trip to paradise…and I’m already dreaming about my return.  Next time…to actually run the Kauai Marathon!!

Too much of a good thing…

Too much of a good thing...
Too much of a good thing…

In the U2 song, Numb, Bono croons the words “Too much is not enough…” repeatedly over the monotone and droning vocals of the Edge as he lists off things that society, or you, the listener, should not do.

Too much is not enough…

But…what happens when too much is, really, too much?  What happens when you cave to the pressures of society, of the media, of work, of your peers, of yourself?  What happens when you get into what, you think, are healthy habits…but in reality, you’re only doing yourself more harm?  What happens when too much is more than enough?

Welcome to the world, sweetheart!  It’s abusive.  It’s judgmental.  And, if you let it, it will get the best of you.  It will get inside your head and tell you that you aren’t good enough, smart enough, fast enough, thin enough…even if, in reality you are.  You simply start believing that your best…or, you, in general, are just not enough.

And that’s when it gets dangerous.  Because there are many ways this scenario could play out…but the common three are:

  1. You believe those inner demons…and you start taking things to excess.
  2. You ignore it all – you’re happy…no one and nothing should make you feel otherwise.
  3. You become depressed…and stop everything that once made you feel good.

We, as society, and especially women, feel like we have high standards to live up to in this world.  Look at what the media feeds us.  How many times are we bombarded with beauty magazine covers telling us how we can be thinner, prettier, loved, and why on our own, we just aren’t good enough?

The worst part is…we begin to believe it. We find flaws and faults in our lives, our bodies, our families, our friends, our homes, our food, etc.

So…we turn to things we believe will make us happy.  Some of us join fitness clubs, or diet, or join Weight Watchers, or workout from home.  And some of us believe we take matters into our own hands.  And we pay out $100+ for the latest technology gizmo…to be worn to tell you how lazy you are being and to get up and move your ass.

Yes, friends…I am speaking of those evil activity trackers.  Be it the Nike Fuel Band, Jawbone, Garmin, Misfit, Fitbit…or any other item out there…we are shackling ourselves and training our brains to believe that if we don’t rack up enough steps or enough points or get all the lights to flash, then, ultimately, we have failed the day.

THIS…was my life for the last 2 years.  And, while these little bands you wear around your wrist are good to, perhaps, provide a usually inactive person with incentive to get active…it becomes a whole new demon when you are already active.

My foray into the world of activity trackers began just after Christmas back in 2012.  My roommate had heard me, countless times, say that I wanted a Nike Fuel Band for Christmas.  At first, she thought I was interested in another fuel belt for my long runs.  That was until I pointed out the commercial that was, literally, everywhere that year during the holidays.  Lo and behold…when I returned home from visiting my family for the holidays…a Nike Fuel Band awaited me.  I immediately charged it and got it set up to begin tracking my activity.

Meeting goals was easy for me.  I am a runner.  When I would go out for my morning runs, 5 miles would get me to the pre-set goal.  I upped the goal for Fuel Points (yeah…Fuel Points earn you nothing…just bragging rights…or something…which no one really cares about anyway!) and still would meet it, often before the sun came up.  I loved my Nike Fuel Band.  It was my watch.  It tracked my steps (kind of!), it showed me how active I was by lighting up lights.  I would start each morning with one red dot.  Well…that’s not good.  I need to get to the fireworks and the word GOAL.  I would get dressed.  Head out to run or go to the gym.  And, yes, usually by the time I was settling in for coffee…most, if not all, of the lights would be lit up.  Goal met…and I still had the rest of the day to go.

It became an obsession.  I should have seen the warning signs, but in my head, I was doing something good for me.  I was visiting my friend Jenn for New Years that first year.  The weather was hideous.  Seriously.  So, that morning I just sort of…ran in place in her kitchen for what I estimated would be a 5 mile run.  My Nike Fuel Band didn’t budge much.  But we still had a few stores to hit, a movie to see, and then return home for dinner.  But, once we returned home, I was still shy on my Fuel Points, by about 2000 points.  I couldn’t believe how often I thought walking around Half Price Books was giving me a good workout, but in reality, it wasn’t doing much.  Frustrated that my streak of consecutive days that I hit my goal would be broken, I helped get dinner prepped and in the oven…and then proceeded to run up and down her steps.  Yes.  I did this probably about 50 times in order to meet my goal.  It was the first time it hadn’t been hit by lunch.  It was after 7 p.m.  But…goal met.  My Nike Fuel Band display erupted into the fireworks of red, orange, yellow and green.  GOAL blinked at me.  I could now relax.  I could now actually enjoy my stay.  Because…running up and down your friend’s steps is SO much more important than time spent with said friend, right?

Same thing happened when I went to Uitica, New York, to run in The Boilermaker 15K.  I was in the car most of the day, and despite little walk/jog sessions at rest stops and lunch stops, and the stroll to and from and around the expo…my goal hadn’t been hit.  And it was getting late.  My friend, Jean, who I was staying with, was prepping the futon and air mattress for myself and my friends to crash out on.  My best friend from high school, Jenn, was visiting that night.  We were talking and having a great time getting caught up.  but as the evening was winding down, I hit the button on my Fuel Band to check my progress.  I wasn’t even in the green lights yet.  Goal wasn’t even close to being hit.  So, I honest-to-God, stood up and started doing jumping jacks in Jean’s living room.  My friends put up with it.  Jean even suggested a move she learned in her weight lifting class…seal jacks.  I should have been relaxing before a race, enjoying the company with my friends and all, but I was so focused on making that word GOAL flash up on the face of that shackle around my wrist.  I got there…finally…and Jenn had to leave and the rest of us had to get some sleep.  I felt I could do that now…with a clear conscience.  I hit my Fuel Points goal.

Needless to say, my Nike Fuel Band didn’t last 6 months before it literally crapped out on me.  It just stopped working.  I contacted Nike and they had me send it back to them.  I was frustrated that they couldn’t just overnight me a new one because, “how was I supposed to hit my fuel point goal if I didn’t have one to wear?”  I was told to use the Nike+ app on my phone, which would help keep my streak alive.  I refuse to walk around with my phone attached to me at all times, so I grumbled and groused and mailed off my dead Fuel Band, being told that if it couldn’t be fixed…a new one would be sent my way.

A couple of weeks later, a shiny, new Fuel Band arrived.  I had to set everything back up and now start my streak over.  It was frustrating.  The entire time I was without my little shackle, I didn’t live life any differently.  I still went to the gym.  I still ran.  I did everything I was doing before, I was just doing it without a wristlet to congratulate me on a good effort and a job well done.  But, I couldn’t even begin to count the times I said, “I wish I had my Fuel Band.”

That is NOT normal behavior.

But, now I could get back on track.  I could earn those worthless and pointless Fuel Points and just kill each day with my activity.  I was back.

Until…the Fuel Band choked on me again.  This time, I gave up on it.  I didn’t want to send it back and wait weeks to receive a new one.  I couldn’t fathom being without my little handcuff of activity.  I tossed it.  And immediately hopped on the Fitbit bandwagon.  Because, I obviously wasn’t being active at all…and needed some sort of reinforcement that I was, actually, doing something.

See how this gets into your head?

So, Fitbit it was.  The only problem was…this wrist accessory didn’t have a watch.  The Fitbit Force hadn’t hit stores yet…so I got the Fitbit Flex, which worked on 5 lights lighting up to let me know if I hit my activity goal.  It wasn’t what I was used to…and I hated not having a time option, but…eh…the price I would pay to have something tell me if I was moving or not.  I wore this around for a little while, tracking my activities and effort through those lights.  The bad part, much like the Nike Fuel Band, was that I’d have to remove it to charge it every couple of days.  But, small price to pay.

And, you better believe I picked up the FitBit Force when it hit stores.  Now I did have a clock.  And it could tell me how many flights of stairs my activity would equal out to be.  Yes…this was new and different and fun and…every day I wanted to make sure I hit my steps goal, and see how many flights of stairs that would equal out to be.  It was my new thing.

Until I had an allergic reaction to it.  Bye-bye Fitbit Force.  Back to the Fitbit Flex I still owned.  Because, I obviously needed something to tell me how active I was being, right?  Right?!  Because as a runner and a three-times-a-week gym rat…I certainly wasn’t being active enough.  That was how my brain was ticking.  I needed to have that extra visual now.  I was like an addict…and these activity trackers were my drug.  I couldn’t live without it.  Even when the tracker broke my wrist out in a rash…I couldn’t go without it.

I started taking spin classes at the gym, and in order to get my activity tracker to realize I was doing something on a bike, I would take it off my wrist and attach it to my shoe.  I did this religiously.  God forbid I take a fitness class and not get credit for it, right?  This is how programmed I had become.  I would do things like walk back and forth in a small area in order to get all those lights lit up.

And when I was sidelined with an injury…it became a much more difficult task.  I continued to do everything I could to get those lights up without the use of my mileage from running.  And I managed it.  Up until one day when I was heading out of town for a weekend away.  The battery power on my Fitbit was low.  I needed to charge it but…oops…I was at the office, needing to get on the road immediately…and my charger was at home.  I knew some of the ladies at the office used Fitbit…but none of them had the charger that I needed for mine.  I literally was in a frantic panic.  I was close to tears.  And my roommate sighed and said, “Well…I guess we could swing by the apartment…”

And that was when it hit me.

How blind was I that I couldn’t see this before?  This little cuff around my wrist was making me a slave.  A slave to normal, everyday, fun activities.  My goal wasn’t that I was moving, it was how much I could move and would my bracelet actually pick up on said activity.  Would I be the most active person of my group of friends?  I had to, and I mean, had to hit that goal every single day.  No questions about it.  If not, I got frustrated with myself.

Beyond that…an 8 mile tempo run was no longer good enough.  If I didn’t hit my goal with run, I had to do more.  I was gorging myself on exercise.  I was making every waking moment and every movement that I made a competition.  One between me and my activity tracker.  It was a sickness…and it took my battery dying before a long trip to make me realize just how addicted and how stupid I had become.

I threw it away.  That very moment, that very day.  I threw it away.

And suddenly…I felt so free.  I felt like a huge burden had been lifted from me.  Life just…felt so much better.  I could breathe again.  I could go to spin class and not stress over how fast I could move my feet to get in the “steps” that I felt I needed in order for my active life to have meaning.  I no longer dreaded yoga.  You don’t get much credit on these trackers for activities like yoga and weights…sure…you’re being active but…HA…you aren’t moving enough for these activity trackers to really register it.  All of the pressure I was putting on myself…all of the stress of having to meet a goal each and every day…*POOF*…gone.  Just like that.

I have never looked back.  My life returned.  Suddenly…my hard 8 mile tempo run was enough.  I mean, for crying out loud, I had just run 8 miles.  That was all I needed.

It also began to occur to me that if I really looked around…it was the weekend warriors who were the ones tied down by their activity trackers.  Those who defined themselves as any sort of athlete…professional or simply someone who was active in a particular activity…was not wearing a damn shackle to alert them as to how active they are.  They didn’t care how many steps they took or how many flights of stairs that equaled out to.  They didn’t care how many inaccurate calories it told them they burned or how many inaccurate miles they had walked/ran/skipped/hopped/biked/slithered/frolicked/somersaulted, etc.  They did their activity and it was enough.  They cross-trained and it was enough.

I fell into this group.  I wasn’t a weekend warrior.  I was active throughout the week.  I didn’t need a device to judge me or leave me feeling judged.  I didn’t need a device to lay a guilt trip on me.  Being an athlete means that I live life by the numbers.  Pace.  Miles.  Speed.  Distance.  Time.  I didn’t need to add something else to the mix.  Something that, obviously, was putting more stress and more pressure on me.  Life is hard enough.  Sports are hard enough.  Adding more pressure on yourself leads to overdoing it and pushing beyond what you are capable of…sometimes causing injuries.

I didn’t need that kind of pressure in my life anymore.  I was doing more than enough as it was.  Why become a slave to a stupid little bracelet that either said I was enough or I was a loser.  I am an athlete.  Not a weekend warrior.  I didn’t need it.  And, after giving it up, I no longer wanted it either.

Exorcise anorexia…is real.  And I was on the very brink of becoming a victim of this serious disease.  I wasn’t excessively exercising, but I was doing more than I needed to in my training.  I felt my self-worth was only based on my physical performance.  When I didn’t place in a race, I was beyond hard on myself.  It didn’t matter that I had a good run, maybe even PR’d…I didn’t feel like I was successful because I didn’t live up to the high bar I set for myself.

There is certainly a time and a place for activity trackers, but I think people who already lead active lives don’t need to even bother with them.  Weekend warriors or those simply starting to find a way to get fit and active, sure…lock yourself into one of these little wrist shackles.  It may or may not make any difference.  But if you, like me, are already active…this little device not only adds pressure to your already stressful and difficult routine throughout the week…but it also can lead to damage to your body, poor performance, and…even even disordered eating.

Before you decide to purchase or live your life based off a little activity tracker, I ask you to really ask if it is something you need in your life.  Be active.  Eat well.  Life for yourself.  Not lights on a little bracelet.  Ditch it…and find your freedom again.  It will be the best thing you will ever do for yourself as an athlete.

Trust me.

I had to find this out for myself.

I began this blog with lyrics…I’ll sum it up with lyrics…this time by the amazing Sam Smith.

“Too much of a good thing won’t be good for long…Too much of a good thing won’t be good anymore…”

Everything in moderation. Even the good things.  Yes…even the good things.

Being Thankful…

Thanksgiving!!
Thanksgiving!!

This past year, I spent a good portion of the prime running months sidelined with a very unhappy foot.  Throughout this time, I tried very hard to just be thankful that it wasn’t something worse.  I wasn’t very successful most of the time.  The runner brain kicked in and all I could focus on was the fact that I couldn’t run, that I couldn’t train, that I was going to lose fitness, etc.

But as the time went on, and the injury wasn’t getting any better, I found a shift in my attitude for the most part.  I started to be thankful for the mornings the foot wasn’t too sore to get in a slow, easy run.  I was thankful for the gym, for opening at 5 a.m. so I could at least go for a swim.  I was thankful for the people in my life, who would call to check on me, who would find ways to make me laugh and to get my focus to change from what I couldn’t do…to what I still could do.

But there were other things to be thankful for this year.  Here is a small list:

I am thankful for my family, who I don’t get to see often enough.  I wish I could come visit every weekend, because living so far away makes me feel like I am missing so much. I have seven nieces and nephews…and every time I see them, they’ve grown up more and have changed so much.  It’s so hard.  But through the distance and over the years, my family’s love and support and constant phone calls and texting have seen me through both good and bad times.  I am nothing without my family.

I am thankful for my secondary family…my roommate (Cathy), and her immediate family…Amanda, Judi, Janet, and Richie.  For dinner’s out, movies in, and always being up for an adventure.  Oh…and for letting me cook for you.

I am thankful for my job.  It may not be what I want to be doing, but I am really good at it and I get a lot done.  I know I can complain a lot about it, but it’s just because I’m a perfectionist and, as in life, the job isn’t always perfect.

I am thankful for my friends, those I can see on a regular basis, those I can see a few times a year, and those I rarely get to see…because without friendships…life is lonely.  And whether we see each other always or never, the fact that you are always there and a part of my life means the world to me.  Friendship is one of the single most important things in life.  If you find yourself lacking friends, go and rekindle some you thought you lost…or go make some new ones.

I am thankful for the ability to cook.  Because nothing makes me feel happier than being able to take a few fresh ingredients and turn it into something new and something, hopefully, delicious.  I used to set things on fire when I tried to cook…but when I moved here, it became something I needed to learn.  I caught on fast.

I am thankful for fresh foods, and good gluten-free products.  Being a gluten-free vegetarian is hard.  Add being an athlete to it, and it becomes even more of a challenge.  That being said…changing my diet has been a challenge, both budget-wise, and health-wise.  But it’s important and it had to be done.  I’ve gotten some help this year when I signed up for Cuisine Cube…and thankfully, fresh fruits and veggies are always gluten-free…and are two of my favorite things in life.

I am thankful for each year I can travel up to Minnesota and see my family there.  Moments with my grandpa are my most cherished.

I am thankful to be able to travel.  Sometimes it’s not far.  Sometimes it’s not even somewhere people would call fun or interesting…but nothing makes me happier than exploring somewhere new and stepping away from real life for a little while.

I am thankful to my friends who run…for inspiration, encouragement, and for just being awesome.  You all know who you are.

It’s Thanksgiving Day.  What are you thankful for?

Survey Says…

Can you answer a few questions for me...?
Can you answer a few questions for me…?

This was a fun little survey thing posted by The Dancing Runner on her blog.  I thought it would be something fun to fill out and share with my readers!!  Feel free to do it yourself.  And enjoy!

Four Names That People Call Me (Other Than My Real Name):
-KJ
-Wonder Woman
-Donkey
-Gael

Four Jobs I’ve Had:
-Starbucks Barista
-Assistant Manager of a CD store
-Loan Processor/Funder
-Assistant to the Alumni Director at a universityFour Movies I’ve Watched More Than Once (and can quote from memory):
-Pirates of the Caribbean
-The Princess Bride
-National Lampoons Christmas Vacation
-Lord of the Rings (the entire trilogy!)

Four Reads I Recommend / Can’t Live Without
-The Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon (yes…the ENTIRE series)
-Runner’s World
-Mile Markers by Kristin Armstrong
-The Dresden Files series by Jim Butcher

Four Places I Have Lived:
-Minneapolis, Minnesota
-Big Flats, New York
-Birmingham, Alabama
-New Albany, Indiana

Four Places I’ve Been:
-Ireland
-Scotland
-Germany
-England

Four Places I’d Rather Be Right Now:
-A beach
-Hawaii
-Ireland
-Australia

Four Things I Don’t Eat:
-Gluten
-Jello
-Anything fried
-Olives

Four of My Favorite Foods:
-Avocados
-Greek Yogurt
-Fruit!!!
-Peanut Butter (and I eat WAY more than I should!)

Four Shows That I Watch(ed):
-Dr. Who
-Master Chef
-The X-Files
-Face Off

Four Things I’m Always Saying:
-“Stop ending your sentence in a preposition!”
-“For real?!”
-“Here…taste this!”
-“Let’s do this thing!”

People I’m Tagging To Do This Next:

-I’m not tagging anyone…do it if you want.  If not…no pressure!

Five Random Facts:
-The only person who has ever heard it is my sister, Karla, but I can sing a wicked death metal version of Coldplay’s “Yellow.”
-If I’m having a bad day, one thing that always makes me smile is my sister’s impression of Dracula, because it is just that damn good.
-I was once in a commercial.
-When I was in high school, my artwork was displayed in a few art shows!  Did you know I was an artist?  Now you do!
-I have a blue belt in karate!  If I hadn’t moved away from New York, I’d probably still be practicing.

So, there you have it.  A fun little questionnaire.  Maybe you already knew this about me…and maybe you didn’t.  If you feel like doing it…copy and paste it to your own blog.  And if not, well, don’t worry about it.  It’s all up to you!!

Rudi’s Gluten-Free wants you to say cheese and win big!

Rudi's Gluten-Free Bakery
Rudi’s Gluten-Free Bakery

Some of you might have heard that in October, I am going to be running in the Chicago Marathon.  Shortly after getting registered, I decided that I would go one step further and run in the marathon and raise money for a good cause.  I chose a charity and have been fundraising for it ever since.  That charity, Action For Healthy Kids, makes it part of their mission to fight childhood obesity, undernourishment and physical inactivity by helping schools become healthier places so that children can live healthier lives.  This specific organization engages diverse organizations, leaders and volunteers to take action and help foster sound nutrition and good physical activity in children, youth and schools.

It’s something I think this nation is lacking.  Too often we see children sitting in front of game systems, computers, or the television.  And their health is getting worse because of it.

But this charity that I am running for isn’t the only organization or company to want to strive to push children into a healthier and more active lifestyle.

In fact, my friends at Rudi’s Gluten-Free Bakery are excited to be celebrating the upcoming National Take Your Parents to Lunch Day on October 16.  This special day was created to allow parents to eat lunch with their children in school and eat a school-provided lunch.  The meal they provide will be nutritious and healthy and reflect a lot of action that is taking place throughout the country to provide healthier options for children in lunchrooms.

But Rudi’s excitement doesn’t stop there, my friends!  In conjunction with National Take Your Parents To Lunch Day, Rudi’s will be honoring kids by hosting a fun back-to-school contest.  The Say Cheese Photo Contest began on August 1 and will run through September 15.  Parents are encouraged to submit photos of their children enjoying a yummy sandwich.  That’s all.  This photo will automatically enter you in the contest in which the grand prize is being featured in a Rudi’s Gluten-Free ad and a $500.00 Whole Foods gift card!  In addition to the grand prize, fans can enter for weekly prizes like iPad Minis, Amazon gift cards, and North Face backpacks.

I encourage all you parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents to give your children a delicious sandwich and then snap a quick picture.  Enter it in the contest and you have a good chance of taking home a prize.

I believe in companies that share my commitment to health and nutrition.  Rudi’s Gluten-Free believes as strongly as I do that children deserve nutritious and delicious lunches and are very excited to give their fans the chance to celebrate by posting pictures of their children eating yummy (and healthy, delicious) sandwiches.

So get out your favorite sandwich fixings and fire up the flash bulb on your camera!  Go to the Say Cheese Photo Contest Web site and enter the photo for a chance to win.  And remember…say “CHEESE!”

Gluten-Free Living Now Expo in Indianapolis, Indiana…and a GIVEAWAY!

Gluten-Free Living Now Expo
Gluten-Free Living Now Expo

This weekend, October 13-14, 2012, the Gluten-Free Living Now Expo is going in in Carmel, Indiana.  And I couldn’t be more excited about it.  Gluten-Free expos are a great way to not only listen to speakers, gather information, sample products, meet a variety of vendors and find out about their products, and just meet others in the gluten-free community.  I live for these things and jump at the chance to attend them whenever possible.

Needless to say, I am heading up to Indianapolis this weekend specifically to attend this expo and I couldn’t be more excited about it.

The expo itself is being held at The Fountains, located at 502 E. Carmel Drive, Carmel, IN 46032.  On Saturday, the expo runs from 9 a.m. – 5 p.m.  Come back on Sunday and enjoy the expo from 9 a.m. – 2:30 p.m.

The expo is expecting over 70 vendors to be there, promoting their products, services, and the like.  This is a great way to find out about what companies are doing for the gluten-free community, what products are out, what local businesses are doing gluten-free (and where to find them!), and more.

Admission to the Gluten-Free Living Now Expo is only $5.00 for adults.  Children 10 and under are free of charge.  And what does this admission price get you?  A lot.   With your paid admission, you will be able to attend all lectures that are being given.  In addition, your admission fee gets you access to every vendor in attendance and whatever samples they are giving out.  Last year…the samples were awesome.  This is not to be missed.

Also going on are awesome cooking demonstrations and workshops.  According to the Gluten-Free Living Now Expo page, Pamela Giusto-Sorrells, of Pamela’s Products (one of my favorite product lines on the shelves these days!) will be making gluten-free bread in the microwave and showing those in attendance how easy it.  Gluten-free bread is something we in the gluten-free community continue to search for because we want the best tasting.  And Pamela has it.  She will show you how easy it is to make and share other recipes for sweet to savory breads.  This is not to be missed.

But she’s not the only one there for the workshops and demonstrations.  Check out the others being hosted by nutrition consultants, local restaurants/bakeries, Mrs. USA 2011, and Miss Indiana 2012, among others.  These are going to be some great workshops and demonstrations to see…so make time to sit in for them.

Some great lecture series will be going on as well regarding gluten-free living and Celiac Disease.  The featured speaker this year is Alassio Fasano, M.D., professor and director at the Center for Celiac Research, as well as the director of the Mucosal Biology Research Center.  Other speakers will be in attendance and these lecture series will definitely give some further insight into Celiac Disease and how to live a gluten-free lifestyle.  If you have questions, I guarantee you these speakers have answers.

So…if you happen to be in the vicinity this weekend…stop in at The Fountains in Carmel, Indiana and check out the Gluten-Free Living Now Expo.  With so much to check out, see and do, you will probably spend the entire day there.  And who can blame you?

Rudi's Gluten-Free Bakery
Rudi’s Gluten-Free Bakery

Now, dear readers…the giveaway…

My dear friends at Rudi’s Gluten-Free Bakery have put together a little giveaway prize package that you will have the opportunity to win!

This prize pack includes:

  • Samples of Rudi’s Gluten-Free Bakery’s new tasty Gluten-Free Tortillas
  • A Rudi’s Gluten-Free T-shirt and magnet
  • A tortilla warmer
  • A cookbook filled with delicious gluten-free recipes

All you have to do to be entered for a chance to win is tell me in the comments below whether or not you have ever attended a gluten-free expo.  If you have…what did you enjoy most about it.

The winner will be selected at random.  Don’t miss out on this fantastic opportunity.

And check back after this weekend for a full report on the Gluten-Free Living Now Expo as I intend to share my experience here.

500 posts and still going strong

500 Blog Posts!
500 Blog Posts!

It was my blog on Sinfully Gluten Free’s Asiago Rosemary Bread that made me hit the 500 mark on my blog.  And my…how things have changed since I first started keeping this little documentation of places I eat, recipes I make, recipes I’ve tried, and products that I’ve either enjoyed…or not.

This blog began in February 2011…back when I was just a vegetarian.  My early blogs relate to that mostly and were mainly restaurants I visited (in town and out of town) and an occasional blog on a recipe.

But then…the hatchet came down.  Doctor’s orders…I was to go gluten-free.

And so, my little vegetarian blog took on a whole new aspect.  One that now focused on being a gluten-free vegetarian.  The name I gave myself “veggiefoodlover” didn’t always seem to fit now…but it was what I started out with and how people came to know my blog.  So…I keep it…for now.  It’s so fascinating to see how this blog morphed into what it is today.

Even better…I’ve loved becoming a voice in the gluten-free community.  Since going gluten-free, my blog has taken on a whole new dimension and my diet and life have totally changed.  I have been called an inspiration to the gluten-free community.  I have been able to experiment with a variety of products and taste things I never would have even thought of trying before.  I’ve been introduced to a lot of fantastic and not-so-fantastic foods, products, and companies.  I have a lot of favorites, many of which I turn to in a pinch.

What I have found through this blog is a voice for a condition that a lot of people still don’t understand.  This isn’t me going on a fad diet.  This is me doing what I needed to do to properly nourish my body and make myself feel better.  Going gluten-free has taught me a lot…as a cook and as a consumer.  And it’s a trend I hope to only continue to document and, perhaps, help others who are new to gluten-free and need a little guidance.  This wasn’t the blog I started or ever intended to keep…but this is what my blog has morphed into.

And the honest truth is…I wouldn’t change it for anything.

I am proud to be a gluten-free vegetarian blogger.  And I hope that I have many, many more blogs in my future.  For my loyal readers and any new readers who may have just found me…thank you!

And…on that note…I also want to mention that I’m going to be going through my blog and better categorizing things for the future…to make searching so much easier.  So…stay tuned for some upcoming changes.

Taking the guess work out of grocery shopping in Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Gluten-Free Trading Company, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Gluten-Free Trading Company, Milwaukee, Wisconsin

I never thought I would say this, but…I LOVE MILWAUKEE!

I was there last weekend for the sole purpose of running in the Rock ‘N Sole Quarter Marathon.  It was quite a haul from my Southern Indiana home, but the race sounded like so much fun.  So…my roomie and I were Milwaukee bound.

As I have learned from past travel experiences…come prepared.  That’s exactly what I did.  I packed up a reusable grocery bag with gluten-free foods and snacks to keep at our hotel…just in case there was nothing I could really eat while in Milwaukee.

Heh.  I totally pegged the city wrong.

In fact, Milwaukee is the home of the happiest place on Earth for anyone gluten-free.  And that, my friends, is a completely gluten-free grocery store.  YES!  I kid you not.  What is this oasis of gluten-free goodies called?

The Gluten-Free Trading Company.

Gluten-Free Trading Company, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Gluten-Free Trading Company, Milwaukee, Wisconsin

And it is located on South Chase Avenue in Milwaukee.  Incidentally, they have another store located in Pewaukee, Wisconsin as well.  Who would have thought Wisconsin would be a hub to embrace a gluten-free lifestyle.  Mind boggling…but true.

I think I might have squeed aloud when I walked into the doors of the Gluten-Free Trading Company.  Why?  Because this little shop has aisles and shelves and freezers and fridges that hold only gluten-free goods.  This means the guess work is taken out of it.  I didn’t have to sit there going…”well, it doesn’t contain gluten, but it shares equipment with products that have wheat…so…” (Yes…those always go on the shelf.  I’ll pay extra for the peace of mind of knowing that something is absolutely gluten-free).  I literally could go in there with a basket and just pile stuff in (and I just might have done that…twice…) and not have to second guess anything.  COMPLETELY 100% EVERYTHING GLUTEN-FREE!!

Pardon me while I do my happy dance of gluten-free joy.  It was like a nirvana of gluten-free awesomeness.  Seriously.  I didn’t even know where to begin as far as shopping went.  But what I did end up doing was snagging items I had  never seen where I live to try out.  Oh, I was one happy girl in that little grocery store.  So happy.  I think I was smiling like a loon the entire time as I was checking out products, deciding on what to try, and telling myself I could not buy one of everything…as much as I wanted to.

I went slightly over my budget.  I admit it.  But I was just so elated that such a place existed…where I could go grocery shopping and not spend half the time staring at ingredients, allergen information, and certain key words that clue me in on whether or not I can consume it or not.  It was something I haven’t been able to do in over a year.  And I loved every moment of it.

I loved it so much that I returned the following day…very close to their closing time to grab a few more things.  I was leaving to head home the following morning, so it was my last chance.  I was good and kept myself to a limited number of items.  Even better, I discovered that the Gluten-Free Trading Company also ships.  SO…if there is something I got that I love and still can’t get anywhere around here…they can get it to me.  Let the second happy dance of joy commence.

Check out their Web site:  Gluten-Free Trading Company

And if Milwaukee wasn’t already winning me over with the restaurants aplenty that do gluten-free foods (see previous blogs), the fact that they have TWO such places that do just gluten-free stuff is astounding.  I wanted to get over to A Gluten-Free Frenzy, which is a grocery store and café in Milwaukee, but they had closed by the time we made our way over there.  So…something to check out the next time.  From the Web site, I might just have to get a snack while visiting there too.

Milwaukee…you really surprised me.  Between being able to safely eat dinner somewhere and have an appetizer, entree, and dessert, and being able to grocery shop in not just one, but two places completely dedicated to gluten-free foods…it just won my heart.  I love you.

And I hope to come back and visit soon.

Now…what would it take to get a place like this near where I live, right?

*wistful sigh*

My haul from the Gluten-Free Trading Company, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
My haul from the Gluten-Free Trading Company, Milwaukee, Wisconsin