Odd offering, my instant message poem for today

odd offering but i have three slices of cucumber from my lunch that i've already eaten well the lunch not the cucumbers which is why i am making the (odd) offering of three large cucumber slices i havent touched or licked or anything them i just hate to throw away food

Gin fairy

Whoa, this new blogger interface may be more than my little brain can handle. It doesn't help that I am also watching another episode of the original Hawaii Five-0 (from season 11; gotta say seasons 1, ca. 4-7 are my favorite). Last week I ordered a copy of the first three years of this blog from some "print my blog" thing. Well, let me tell you, oh the typos! I knew they would be there, but when printed on paper there is no going into correct them. One of these days I should really edit these posts. Today isn't going to be that day though. Look out. Anyway, trying to get back into it again; "it" being writing and running and the like. In the meanwhile I have a cold and have gotten back to the year old tonic water (and gin) tests. I tell you: if quinine can cure malaria, then it can help my sore throat and sniffles. Right? With the unfortunate handicap of cold hampered senses of scent and smell, I recommend previously recommended Q tonic with half a shot of St. Germain elderflower liqueur and half a shot of No. 209 gin. I'm sure it would be good with a bit of lemon or lime, but I'm out of fresh citrus. Speaking of out, I used the last little bottle of Q this afternoon. When getting vegetable juice and popsicles for the throat, Schweppes tonic was on sale. Thus I can attest that the bitters in the Q nicely cut the sweetness of the St. Germain in a way Schweppes just isn't. Things are heating up on Hawaii Five-0, so I'll be off. Apologies for the unsuccessful mobile blog post. You can take a libgyrl out of the early 2000s but you can't make her successful with smart phones. 2012 will be the year that this blog really comes back or officially closes down. Cheerio..

Mobile blogging

On tuesday I ran in my vibram shoes.  Typing on the phone still makes me write real dumb.  Sorry. The end.

Don’t know much about numerology

I was born on the 12th day of a month in an even numbered year. This being the case, I am assuming the year of 2012 will have to be good. Or am I presuming? Is it presumptuous, on this but the first night of the new year, to assume the goodness of what will come? Call it positive thinking or self manifestation or hubris, but I shan’t have another year like 2011.

Sure, my neighbors’ son made it to his 1st birthday. My dog turned 2 years old. I ran 3 marathons (in three Sundays consecutive). 4 children came healthfully into the lives of friends. But numbers alone do not inherently a good year make, and I am not even hinting at the market value of my house (though I did lock in a 5% refinance rate last spring, you know before the rates dropped even lower).

Ah, I’ve looked it up and definitely the verb for above is PREsume. Not nearly as amusing as ASSuming with its “accepting without proof” but more accurate in its “unjustified boldness” and “taking beforehand-ness.”

No, I don’t know anything about numerology and never even took a statistics class. I did master music theory, though, and MARC cataloging. I am no dummy and 2012, look out, I am going to dominate you. Or at least work cooperatively. I suppose I could submit politely as well, but really let’s just not repeat the mass misery of the last 365 days. Please?

[Also I miss pretending that I can write via the medium of this blog. I am going to get some home internet so that we can share in this little “plus” (uff, FAIL of a math joke attempt, minus 10 for me) of digitally negotiated social interaction again on a regular schedule]

18 miles, served cold

Sure, I would buy that revenge is best served cold...but I am talking about my eggplant-makhani-feta experiment. Out of the fridge it was good. As a bed for a cooked pre-marinated tilapia filet it was yummy. The eggplant skin even dyed some of the cheese purple, which I found amusing.

Saturday BC and I ran about 18 miles in about 3 hours 20 minutes. While it felt slow it also felt good. Even though my hip and hamstring became quite unhappy, they were less painful by the end than in the middle. I have been trying to keep my heart rate as close to 150 beats per minute as possible for a long run. I averaged 158. Phew.

Turns out that for the last year or two I have surely been training all of my runs with a heart rate much too high. A resting rate for me is maybe 50. The first 14 I did this year was at 174 or so. No wonder I had been getting slower and fatter.

It has been about a month or so of the lower heart rate training. In the super July heat I was walking SO much of the time. But, when seeing BC for the first time in about a month he remarked (without prompting or financial/sexual repayment) "you have lost weight." Boom. It worked. Of course it would work more if I weren't treating stress with wine, cheese, and sugar tonight. Ah...ha.

So lesson is, don't push as hard has you can all of the time.

or

Too much stress is not a good thing.

or

Wine and cheese and sugar in moderation is okay, as long as I run tomorrow morning too.