Food. Life. Photography. Budgeting.
I hope to see you there!
Food. Life. Photography. Budgeting.
I hope to see you there!
I actually have been up to more than just races and running.
Like working towards my masters. Increasing my hours at both jobs through the month of August. Camping and hiking and gardening too.
But taking part in the Freedom Trail Run in Boston was such a fun even that I had to share the experience.
I found out about the Freedom Trail Run when I was researching “running tours in Boston,” looking for Father’s Day gifts for Dad.
According to one of the leaders, this Run has been going on year round for three years and the groups can be include anywhere from 20-40 runners at a time. The run itself doesn’t feel like a race, but the group does move relatively quickly from historical point to historical point, stopping about 16 times.
It felt a little like doing speedwork with intermittent rest periods to recollect and learn something new about the city.
(This is Paul Revere’s House!)
It was interesting running through the city, all along the brick and cobblestone. The run started at 8:30, and so the city itself still seemed half asleep (like me ).
The three tour guides were incredibly upbeat and enthusiastic, and they really made the entire run very upbeat.
My favorite part of the run was running up Bunker Hill, which was insanely difficult. The tour guides told people they could walk or run it, but of course I followed in my dad’s footsteps, dashing up to the top. My lungs were on fire, my legs were burning and…it was amazing to reach the top! What a blast.
This run ended with a cruise back to the start, bottles of Gatorade and t-shirts from the race.
(This 5k also happened to be mom’s FIRST…she really enjoyed it. Way to go mom!)
And then we spent the rest of the day walking around Boston in our new t-shirts.
Because that’s what we do…haha! ;)
Had a great time and would definitely recommend this running tour for locals and tourists alike!
Happy (belated) Father’s Day, Dad!!
More Information: Freedom Trail Run in Boston
I love racing.
Mind you, I don’t actually race. People pass me left and right and I simply wave and tell them good job. There isn’t a competitive bone in my body when it comes to running.
I do, however, love racing. For the simple fact of getting together with hundreds and sometimes thousands of other people who enjoy doing the exact same thing as I do.
I love training and seeing my mileage slowly increase week by week. I love it.
Dad and I, somewhat on a whim and prayer, decided to start training for the Naragansett Half Marathon in Easton, MA, which just so happened to be 12 weeks away from when we started running our long runs.
We followed Hal Higdon’s Novice 1 Plan to a T. Dad felt he would have liked to run longer and probably would have felt more prepared for today than what the plan had us do. I, on the other hand, felt this plan was ideal for my injury prone body. I wanted to finish. That was my goal.
When we first arrived at the race, we had about an hour to kill, so I read, stretched and tried to keep my mind as occupied as I could!
I also had fun looking through the goodie bags. YAY for new t-shirts!
Race day heated up to 86 degrees and I was certainly pushing my limits at certain points of the race. Thankfully, whenever I felt that the heat had finally gotten to me, there was a sprinkler to run through! The people of Easton were so supportive and helpful, and I seriously don’t think I could have made it without them!
(that’s dad waving and I’m in the gray t-shirt behind him!)
Up to Mile 5, I was feeling pretty good. And then at Mile 7, my right knee began to hurt (a reminder of my ITBS!!!) I really wanted to break 2 hours, but I decided against it and just focused on enjoying the run. I walked through the 6 water stations, stretched out my legs at each one and took a couple moments to enjoy the view now and then.
So, all in all, I’m happy with that time! But I’m even more happy that I enjoyed it.
Dad, on the other hand, broke the 2 hr. mark. He’s crazy like that.
I found the race to be difficult, but mostly because of the heat. There were several hills, but nothing crazy. And the support was HUGE. The town came together to help out, the volunteers were motivating and helpful, and everything felt so well organized.
After the race was done, we watched the award ceremony and then took off to Panera for some sandwiches and lemonade. And icecream afterwards too (it was national ice cream day, after all!)
So hot. So tired. So HAPPY.
What a fun day!! And now it’s time to take some time off from running to let my body (and brain!) recover. :D
1. Egg Yolks.
According to the Harvard School of Public Health, up to one egg yolk per day has shown no increased effects on heart disease (or 2 egg yolks, 3 days a week.) And egg yolks are rich in choline, which promotes those “happy hormones” such as serotonin. They’re also rich in lutein and zeaxanthin, two important nutrients that promote eye health.
Common sense says not to go hog wild on eating egg yolks but certainly don’t toss them either!
2. Vegetable Scraps.
If you find yourself frequently tossing veggie scraps like carrot peels or celery heads into the trash, toss them in the freezer instead! Simply fill up a large zip-lock bag with the scraps and when the bag is full, boil the scraps with just enough water to cover. Season with salt and pepper to taste.
(You can add a can of unsalted tomato juice for extra flavor too!)
3. Vegetable Peels.
Veggie peels can add a lot of fiber to an otherwise low-fiber diet.
Roast the potatoes with the peel still on. Purchase thin-skinned baby cucumbers and dice into your salad. Buy organic carrots and shred (peel and all!) into your stir fry.
4. Peanut Butter Jars.
Reuse these fun little jars for all sorts of things, like storing buttons, loose change, chia seeds, pet treats, rice, etc.
(Same goes for jam jars!)
5. Egg Whites.
Speaking of eggs…
Have you ever had a recipe call for egg yolk only and ended up tossing the egg white? Instead, you could…
Throw it into your oatmeal during the last 2 minutes of cooking time for a protein boost. Or make an egg white scramble with veggies and cheese. Or microwave the egg white with a little salt and pepper, and then eat it on the side of your morning toast.
Oh the possibilities.
(When covered tightly in the fridge with plastic wrap, egg whites will last up to 4 days.)
I am one of those kind of, sort of, almost (not quite) summertime vegetarians.
When the temperatures creep up over 80 degrees, I find myself craving sun inspired kale, warm and juicy tomatoes, blueberries that remind me of what nature’s sugar tastes like.
But please don’t get me wrong. I can still polish off a hamburger here or there. (Sometimes a hot dog too, if the occasion demands it.) But during the summer, I’m about 10% shy of being a vegetarian.
My family seems to lean in this general direction too. Especially now, when the kale is acting like some over achiever (the lettuce is being kind of crazy too.)
May as well make the most of it. May as well go kind of, sort of, almost (note quite) vegetarian for the summer. Or. Well. At least 90% of the time.
Butternut Squash and Kale Torte – from Woman’s Day Magazine
QUESTION: Do your eating habits change drastically from season to season? What are some of your favorite “summer foods”? I could live on yogurt and blueberries during the warmer summer months, while in the fall/winter, I crave more hearty fare like roasted chicken, beef stews, rustic root veggie soups, etc.
Dad and I ran 10 miles today, which marks the last long run before next week’s half marathon!! Although I’m honestly more comfortable with 10ks and 5ks, training for a half marathon has taught me a lot and it has truly changed my life.
I’ve learned that…
(p.s. So far my knees have been completely healthy for this entire training program! Aside from some scrapes and bruises from yesterday’s 5k, I think I’m in good shape for next week’s race! )
QUESTION: Have you ever trained for a race or another competitive event? What did you learn along the way?
Every once in a while, I get this strange urge to be wild and crazy.
Not like “drinking,” “partying,” “can’t-remember-what-my-name-is” kind of crazy. I mean foamy, muddy, silly wild and crazy.
I mean this…
I can’t even begin to tell you what kind of rush I got out of doing the latest Boston 5k Foam Fest. It was like being a kid again, when the slide is just ginormous and the monkey bars are terribly scary (but you can’t wait to tell mom that you made it all the away across!)
This was literally a giant playground. For grownups.
(I like to think that it was kind of like a spa day, really. Girl friends. Mud. Exfoliation. All that luxurious stuff.)
There were mud pits.
30 ft. slip and slides.
8 ft. walls.
Lots and lots of foam.
Sometimes life is too clean. Too structured. Too orderly.
Sometimes it feels good to be a kid.
Sometimes it feels good to get filthy clean.
QUESTION: When is the last time you felt “like a kid”? I’m such a kid at heart! I love running through puddles, getting a little messy and being silly. Especially when I’m in good company.