Monday, October 20, 2014

Weekend recap

Last night I was so tired, I took out my contact lenses and tossed them on the bathroom counter because I was too lazy to open the lens case and put them away properly.

It's okay, they were 2 weeks past their prime and allowing them to dry out overnight forced me to put in a fresh pair today.

How was your weekend? Mine was both good and not so good ... 

I was scheduled to run 12 miles on Saturday morning and lemme tell ya, it was probably the worst 12 miles I've run out of all 8 half marathons I've trained for. I was exhausted by mile 6. I was crying by mile 8. I was ready to give up by mile 9. But after walking for a bit and giving myself the best pep talk I could muster, I unloaded my water belt and iPod back into my car and forced myself to get back out there and run the final 3 miles to the best of my ability.

I seriously almost passed out, but I got it done.

I have no idea what's wrong with me. I've been crumbling during my weekend long runs. Clayton thinks I've over-trained and I don't want to admit that he might be right because I should know better than that.

But I think he's right.

That new training plan I started out with was just way too intense and now I'm suffering the consequences.

That being said, I definitely threw myself a "I'm not going to PR" pity party on the way home. Ugh! I know we can't have a great race every single time, but I've been working so hard and just feel like I have nothing to show for it. And anyone who's trained for a race knows how disheartening it can be to not feel prepared or ready for the big event.

I've now entered the taper phase of training and while I'm normally so excited can barely sit still at this point, I just feel sad.

So now I have to see what I can do about making sure I don't let this bitter disappointment seep into other areas of my life andha ha! I can't even type that sentence with a straight face. You KNOW I'm going to internalize this shiz and let it bum me out for way longer than necessary because I take everything way too seriously. hahahaahahahahaha *cries*

On Saturday afternoon, after doing my best to mentally recoup after that horrendous run, Clay and I met up with my mom, sister and Chris for some fall camping. I think sleeping on an uncomfortable blow-up mattress and listening to other people's dogs bark all night is why I was darn near comatose when I got back home last night, but it was still a lot of fun. 

In honor of her birthday last Thursday, I baked my mom a chocolate chip banana cake and topped it with my favorite whipped frosting (we love whipped icing in my family). I dyed the frosting orange and originally planned to decorate it like a jack-o-lantern, but the black icing was too thick to draw with, so I used glittery black bats instead.

Cake makes for amazing camping food.

And since it's mid-October in Indiana, you know that the scenery was absolutely beautiful:

You're welcome, internet.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

5 Things

1.) I got up at 5:30am to run 6 miles before work today. I had a good run and still had enough time left over to look like a girl for the day.

Gotta love the blaring morning sun coming through my window.

2.) This past weekend I attended my first Jewish wedding ceremony and got to witness our good friends, Jamie and Justin, tie the knot. I don't consider myself an overly romantic person, but I love weddings. LOVE em'! I always tear up during the "I dos" (or in this case, the "yeses") and I also get a little verklempt during the first dance. 

And of course, the bride. I obsess over the bride. And Jamie was flawless. 

Photo from Photography by Greenbird.

3.) Clayton and I enjoyed dinner and a spooky Halloween movie with Dan and Emily on Monday evening, and Dan introduced us to onion jam. He and Emily have recently gotten into canning and they were happy to share their bounty with us. Just like I told Dan, nothing about "onion jam" sounds appetizing, but it's actually freakin' AMAZING. It's sweet, but it's not. It has an onion-y flavor, but it doesn't. It makes no sense to any of my senses, but it's delicious.

4.)  I have a new favorite book. Whilst waiting for Clayton one afternoon to go car shopping after the untimely death of my Pontiac G6, I wandered into Barnes and Noble and found C. Edward Good's Who's (oops whose) Grammar Book is This Anyway?. Smitten with both the author's writing style and the book's overall subject matter, I made a mental note to purchase the book on Amazon. I got it for $.01 (because I'm cheap) and I refer to it multiple times a day.,204,203,200_.jpg

5.) Today is October 16th which just so happens to be my mamma's birthday! Happy birthday, Mom! I hope your day is as wonderful as you. See you this weekend! :)

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Birthday Recap

I just realized how self-absorbed it is to be like, "I'm going to recap my birthday for you all because my life is sooooooooooooooooo interesting and I'm sure people are dying to know what I did for my birthday. My birthday, you know that thing that everyone has and really isn't that big of a deal?"

But I think of my blog this way: In the future when we're zooming around in flying cards and the entire internet is available in a single contact lens that allows you to check Facebook every time you blink, I want to read through these posts and remember some of the smaller details that slipped through the cracks of time. Sure, I'll always remember that I had a 29th birthday, but I want to make sure I remember that people went out of their way to make it special.

My 29th birthday began with Clayton pretending like he forgot it was my birthday. He came into the bathroom and kissed me good morning, then quickly walked out. I began aggressively brushing my teeth in attempt to mask my rage, but then he burst back into the bathroom and started tickling me and singing happy birthday.

At 7:50 a.m. on the dot, my mom called to remind me that at that moment exactly 29 years ago, I emerged from her womb. To this day, this is still my favorite birthday tradition.

After work, I hit the trail for some birthday speedwork. I kept referring to the workout as "birthday speedwork" in hopes it would make it more fun, but it didn't. And it started raining. Being an October baby has blessed me several rainy birthdays.

But I ran one of my miles in 7 minutes and 19 seconds without realizing it. So that's pretty rad.

After my workout, I rewarded myself for both running and turning 29 with pizza. All I requested for my birthday was pizza, a movie and a yummy cake.

Clayton ordered me a cake from Rainbow Bakery, a local bakery that makes all gluten-free and vegan desserts. We happened upon it randomly and I was halfway through an amazing spiced chai cupcake before I realized what I was eating didn't contain a trace of dairy. After perusing their online menu, I planted a seed that I was interested in their Strawberries and Champagne cake.

And that's what I got!

 Let me read this cake description to you. *pulls out bifocals* Ahem:

"champagne cake filled with champagne-soaked strawberries, with boozy vanilla frosting & strawberry garnish"

This is literally a combination of my two favorite things: Champagne and cake. Just throw a puppy on there as a cake topper and I'd likely explode because my brain couldn't process what was happening.

I was also blessed enough to receive another of my favorite holiday/special happenings traditions:

A homemade birthday card from my big seester, Ashley. Girlfriend seriously needs to open her own Etsy shop because she could easily make money from her handmade cards. I'm sad that I didn't inherit the crafty gene, but I'm glad one of us did!

And Clayton bought me a bottle of whiskey for my birthday because a Tipsy Courtney is a Happy Courtney (and also a Quiet Courtney, which apparently my husband enjoys when he's playing video games).

My in-law's also stopped by to wish me Happy Birthday and shower me with puppy cards, which is always nice. :)

Before I went to bed that evening, I decided I wanted to watch The Fault in Our Stars as my birthday movie ... and came to the immediate conclusion that The Fault in Our Stars is a terrible movie to watch on your birthday. Clayton sat through the movie unmoved because he has a heart of stone, whereas I had to sit up on the couch and elevate my head because I couldn't breathe from choking on my own tears and snot.

I read the book. I knew how it was going to end and I know that I have terrible coping skills, yet ... I watched it anyway.

I knew I should have gone with my gut and watched American Horror Story instead. Would have made it way easier to fall asleep.

What's up, 29? Let's make it an awesome year.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014


Is it weird to blog on your birthday? I feel like it's weird to blog on your birthday.

It's my birthday.

And I'm blogging.

As of today, I am down to my very last year in my 20s. This realization has been met with some disbelief, horror and a whole lotta denial.

How can I be 29? I still feel like I'm 18.

I've heard mixed reviews of your 30s. A few people I've heard from declare that your 30s are the best decade of your life because you feel at home in your own skin and are (hopefully) somewhat established in your life. But I've also heard that your 30s is when your body starts to break down and you start uttering pathetic things like, "Sorry, I can't go to [insert fun activity here], my back isn't what it used to be."

I'm now getting to the age where I can't wear most clothes in the junior's section at the store because having something like "SEXY GIRL" splashed across my chest in glitter and rhinestones isn't appropriate for any aspect of my life (not that I would have worn that kind of garbage in my teens anyway). And it's getting less cute to say we're waiting to have kids because loved ones are going to start wondering just how long we're planning to wait. Til' we're dead? (Probably.)

And yes, lately I've been stifling those horrible inner ponderings of "How much longer until my face starts changing? Am I only a few short bus stops away from Wrinkle City?" Why? Because we live in a society that values youth.

However, for as much trepidation as I have about getting closer to 30, it's not crushing my spirit (yet). I know lots of cool people in their 30s and their lives aren't over, so I think it'll be okay. The sooner I accept that people get older and there's absolutely nothing we can do about it, the sooner I can skip over the personal crisis and enjoy the next step. 

But I'm still only 29. 365 more days to be in my 20s. And something tells me it's gonna be a great year.

Plus, my supervisor brought me doughnuts this morning, so it can't be that bad, right?

The breakfast of rapidly aging champions.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Egg Boats

This weekend I tried a recipe I found whilst web surfing fall recipes and while this isn't a fall meal, it's an ANY time meal and that alone makes it worth sharing!

Are you feeling nautical? I am!

Egg boats.

Boats of egg.

Unborn chicken life rafts.

No matter what you call it, this recipe is delicious. And quick. And hearty. And can be adapted to those who are looking for healthier alternatives.

I based our Egg Boats off of the recipe from Dinner or Dessert, but below are the substitutions I made to cut calories (highlighted):

4 demi sourdough baguettes (we actually used French bread)
1 (7 ounce) package of Lean Turkey Breakfast Sausage
4 whole eggs, 8 egg whites, whipped
1/4 cup low-fat cream cheese, softened
8 ounces reduced-fat shredded cheddar cheese
3 green onions, thinly sliced
salt and pepper, to taste

Preheat oven to 350°F.

Cut and pull out the middle of all baguettes, leaving about 1/2 inch of bread in the bottom and on the sides. Set baguettes aside. Prepare sausage according to package directions. In a medium bowl, lightly beat together the eggs and the cream cheese. Whisk in remaining ingredients and sausage. Evenly divide and pour the mixture into each baguette boat. Place baguettes on a baking sheet and bake for 28-30 minutes or until set in the center. Allow boats to cool, cut and serve.

Bon app├ętit!

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