Bricks and Bowls

I am officially signed up for Lobsterman 2010. It's crazy! Olympic distance triathlon? No big deal. At least it better not be after nearly an entire year of training. Enter the first session: I biked for five miles and ran for almost one. The problem: I forgot to take off my helmet after dismounting the bike and jogged a quarter mile without noticing and was forced to carry it the rest of the way. Foolish rookie mistake.

I also had trouble breathing. Since I've been landing on my fore-foot, I have not worried about breathing - in fact, it comes that much more naturally. Really, a wonderful thing. After getting off the bike however, bricks truly did become a different animal: I was strapped for air and the generous swig of water I downed in between sports left me feeling quesy and with a rolly stomach. It was that strange, uncomfortable feeling where one wants to burp and clear their throat but can't because the body needs oxygen. I'll get better though.

So let's go backwards: during my lunch today, I watched Castaway. I haven't seen this movie in a long time and given my frequent viewings of Man vs. Wild I was intrigued to see how many survival techniques were employed by Tom Hanks' Chuck Noland. Turns out, quite a bit. I digress. Lunch was organic! It was also painfully simple; macaroni and cheese. Annie's from BJs that B-May picked up yesterday.

Quite good and not overly filling. I had milk to drink and snacked on three cookies we made with applesauce instead of butter and a whole wheat flour. As B-May says, there are only so many things one can do to change a cookie. Lesson learned.

For breakfast, I ate a meager bowl of Oats and Almonds from Hannaford before my misadventure of a brick. Afterwards, I sat in Popovers for a couple hours and in the course of that time, had an egg and cheese sandwich on Texas toast instead of a bagel with an orange juice. And then I couldn't resist a cup of coffee. Organic Bali!

Last night we hung out with some work friends and snacked on two fish tacos with chips and guacamole and a Corona at Dos Amigos Burritos in Dover. For dinner, B-May made me this delicious stir-fry of veggies with a bed of rice. Excellent dinner! I just didn't eat enough and had the appetite for fish tacos.

BUT LAST NIGHT, before I forget we saw Christopher McDougall speak at UNH. He's the author of Born to Run the mantra of my running cadence. As one audience member pointed out, it's not about the barefoot runners nor the fore-foot strike: the book is about loving running as a natural activity, the one pursuit that connects all humans. Good speech and the Q & A session was even better.

For lunch at work I had the leftovers of my dinner I made for B-May. It was, as promised, the Southwest stir-fry. It was served in a bowl and thus forms the theme of this post. Here's a picture:

Now that I'm back from the past, I am off to have dinner with my parents. We're thinking "Radici" in town. Hooray!