I ran today!
Let me back up.
I've been running for a year. Over a year! Quite religiously. Multiple times a week. I have lost weight and I have rediscovered muscles and I love it.
About a month ago I started having mystery pains in my left knee. For someone who made it through years of competative soccer with little more than a broken arm, this was frustrating.
I rested for a few days. Tried again. Pain. Rest for a few days. Try again. Pain.
So I decided to do the unthinkable: Take. Time. Off.
And I did. For 2 painful weeks. I did not run or play soccer or do anything more exciting than walk. I looked on wistfully when I drove past runners and I may or may not have slept with my (brand new, expensive) fancy running shoes. I pined. But I did it.
Today I started running again, nice and easy. I ran two miles. I huffed and puffed. Two weeks off takes a lot out of your lung capacity. But I was gentle and I made sure my muscles were properly belimbered (word?).
IT FELT SO GOOD.
I want to run like 2983 miles tomorrow because it felt so good. Or 5. Or 9. Or more than 2. Gahhhhhhhhhh I missed running. Its an addiction, really. But I'm glad to be back :)
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
On a Lighter Note
Things that make me happy today.
Boyfriend
Kiddie Porn
Obviously
Love
Boston
Funny Faces
Soccer
New York City
Happiness
Playa del Rey
Babies
Madaket
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Sad Face
Today, another person lost his life to cancer.
A healthy 50 year old father of two. A husband. A friend. A coach.
I happen to be close to this man's older child. Needless to say, my friend is crushed. This is not something people our age should have to go through, a parent's death. But my friend is. And its heart breaking.
I knew Kevin well, too. He was the first coach to cut me from a soccer team. I never let him forget it :) In high school he came to my games as well as his son's and he would give me pointers and his thoughts. He was like that. He was always getting involved. He coached soccer long after his kids were grown and off at college, he just loved being a part of that community. He touched the lives of hundreds and hundreds of soccer players, and he will be very much missed.
We lost Kevin to cancer. Cancer. We don't need to lose anyone from cancer. We can beat cancer. We can find a cure.
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A healthy 50 year old father of two. A husband. A friend. A coach.
I happen to be close to this man's older child. Needless to say, my friend is crushed. This is not something people our age should have to go through, a parent's death. But my friend is. And its heart breaking.
I knew Kevin well, too. He was the first coach to cut me from a soccer team. I never let him forget it :) In high school he came to my games as well as his son's and he would give me pointers and his thoughts. He was like that. He was always getting involved. He coached soccer long after his kids were grown and off at college, he just loved being a part of that community. He touched the lives of hundreds and hundreds of soccer players, and he will be very much missed.
We lost Kevin to cancer. Cancer. We don't need to lose anyone from cancer. We can beat cancer. We can find a cure.
Give.
Run.
Learn.
Advocate.
Walk.
Register to Donate.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Um.
Oh. My. God.
If the argument against allowing gay marriage is that it could be the downfall of the so-called sanctity of marriage... what the hell would this be all about? Here are two people. In love. Committing to each other. And heterosexual. And completely within their rights as citizens and human beings. AND THE FRIGGIN JUDGE WON'T LET THEM GET MARRIED BECAUSE ONE IS BLACK AND ONE IS WHITE.
Um.
Did segregation come back? Did we regress back into "seperate - but - equal"?
Did we know that THOUSANDS of couples have babies that are not fit to raise them? Do we know about poverty and crack and youth and drunkness and stupidity? Do we know that EVERY SINGLE CHILD that is born faces hardship, isolation, and hardship at some point in their lives... its a part of growing up. GAHHHHHH.
We are all the same. Old and young. Black and white and brown. Rich and poor. Middle class. Smart and dumb. Gay and straight. And everything in between. We all want to love and be loved, we all want to take care of our loved ones. We all want the chance to influence a life in a positive way. We all want the chance to pursue the things that make us happy. Like love. Like marriage. Like procreation. And the chance to screw up our kids in our own special way. And no judge, no lawmaker, no court, no people or group of people should be able to take that away from anyone. Anyone.
If the argument against allowing gay marriage is that it could be the downfall of the so-called sanctity of marriage... what the hell would this be all about? Here are two people. In love. Committing to each other. And heterosexual. And completely within their rights as citizens and human beings. AND THE FRIGGIN JUDGE WON'T LET THEM GET MARRIED BECAUSE ONE IS BLACK AND ONE IS WHITE.
Um.
Did segregation come back? Did we regress back into "seperate - but - equal"?
Did we know that THOUSANDS of couples have babies that are not fit to raise them? Do we know about poverty and crack and youth and drunkness and stupidity? Do we know that EVERY SINGLE CHILD that is born faces hardship, isolation, and hardship at some point in their lives... its a part of growing up. GAHHHHHH.
We are all the same. Old and young. Black and white and brown. Rich and poor. Middle class. Smart and dumb. Gay and straight. And everything in between. We all want to love and be loved, we all want to take care of our loved ones. We all want the chance to influence a life in a positive way. We all want the chance to pursue the things that make us happy. Like love. Like marriage. Like procreation. And the chance to screw up our kids in our own special way. And no judge, no lawmaker, no court, no people or group of people should be able to take that away from anyone. Anyone.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Poetry, Part II
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence,
without you moving, slicing the noon
like a blue flower, without you walking
later through the fog and the cobbles,
without the light you carry in your hand,
golden, which maybe others will not see,
which maybe no one knew was growing
like the red beginnings of a rose.
In short, without your presence: without your coming
suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,
gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:
since then I am because you are,
since then you are, I am, we are,
and through love I will be, you will be, we'll be
Pablo Neruda
without you moving, slicing the noon
like a blue flower, without you walking
later through the fog and the cobbles,
without the light you carry in your hand,
golden, which maybe others will not see,
which maybe no one knew was growing
like the red beginnings of a rose.
In short, without your presence: without your coming
suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,
gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:
since then I am because you are,
since then you are, I am, we are,
and through love I will be, you will be, we'll be
Pablo Neruda
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Zucchini Basil Soup
The Boyfriend was out of town last week. This means a few things around here: 1) The apartment was a mess. I didn't do dishes or laundry or wipe off the counters. It was pretty gross. 2) I got to eat whatever I wanted. I didn't have to fight for veggies and I didn't have to have meat at every. single. meal. It was glorious.
I went to the farmer's market in Santa Monica on Saturday morning - another novelty - most of the time I can't drag Boyfriend out of the apartment on days that football is on TV. There was so much pretty, fresh produce and I couldn't help but buy close to 3 pounds of zucchini. And a pound of pluots. And the biggest freakin' sweet potato I have EVER seen. And a pomegranate. Mmmmmmmm fresh produce.
When I got home and assesed my spoils there was no way around it - I needed to do something with all the dang zucchini. When this recipe popped up on my google reader I knew it was the one - besides the abundence of summer squash, I also have a basil plant in my little garden that is just overflowing. And so it was
Zucchini Basil Soup
adapted from caviarandcodfish.com
1 lb zucchini, chopped
1 cup chopped onion
2 garlic cloves, chopped
1/4 cup olive oil
3 cups chicken stock
1/3 cup packed basil leaves
salt to taste
Saute onion and garlic in oil in a large saucepan until the onion is clear and soft. Add zucchini, salt, and chicken stock and simmer until tender, about 15 minutes. Transfer soup to a blender along with the basil and blend until it reaches the desired consistency.
Yum.
I went to the farmer's market in Santa Monica on Saturday morning - another novelty - most of the time I can't drag Boyfriend out of the apartment on days that football is on TV. There was so much pretty, fresh produce and I couldn't help but buy close to 3 pounds of zucchini. And a pound of pluots. And the biggest freakin' sweet potato I have EVER seen. And a pomegranate. Mmmmmmmm fresh produce.
When I got home and assesed my spoils there was no way around it - I needed to do something with all the dang zucchini. When this recipe popped up on my google reader I knew it was the one - besides the abundence of summer squash, I also have a basil plant in my little garden that is just overflowing. And so it was
Zucchini Basil Soup
adapted from caviarandcodfish.com
1 lb zucchini, chopped
1 cup chopped onion
2 garlic cloves, chopped
1/4 cup olive oil
3 cups chicken stock
1/3 cup packed basil leaves
salt to taste
Saute onion and garlic in oil in a large saucepan until the onion is clear and soft. Add zucchini, salt, and chicken stock and simmer until tender, about 15 minutes. Transfer soup to a blender along with the basil and blend until it reaches the desired consistency.
Yum.
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