Wednesday, October 28, 2009

10 things I've learned along the way

I've been thinking about writing this post for quite some time now - but figured that I needed to actually complete my goal before entertaining thoughts of "what worked?". Seeing as I'm now 10 days out I think that it's time to figure out what worked and didn't work in the days - nay, months - leading up to my race.

1. DO leave enough time. I planned a 21 week training schedule. Gave me enough time to anticipate any injuries of which thankfully there were none after week 6. Technically this is three weeks longer than most training schedules - but it worked for me.

2. DO join a group. I know I know, this is ME the GROUP HATER saying this but I can't stress enough how helpful it was. I do wish that I had made it out to more long runs with the full group - but I can't imagine doing hills or track without them. It's not like we were constantly cheering and smacking each others asses, but just having someone out there slogging away with me was really, really, really encouraging.

3. DO drink Gatorade BEFORE you leave the house. Can't remember who suggested this but it was great advice. I found that if I sipped a cup with my breakfast it would help keep me hydrated on the run. Also - Blue Gatorade all the way.

4. DO watch your form. After our first hill training session I thought my back was going to snap in two - so when my coaches suggested that my Beyonce Butt was to blame I made the adjustment. Pushing my hips forward kept me in alignment and now it's something I always check on a hill. Thanks Beyonce.

5. DO turn your socks inside out. It seems like no matter what sock I wear there are always mad seams in the toe area. After a few ill-placed blisters I turned my socks inside out and haven't turned back since.

6. DO nod to your fellow runners. Bus drivers do it and so can we. If you're out on the road and you're slogging through your miles and another lone soul comes towards you - ACKNOWLEDGE them! We're on the same team here! Unless of course Paula Radcliffe and Kara Goucher are reading this - in which case go ahead and trip each other ladies. But for the rest of us weekend warriors a little smirk goes a long way.

7. DO ice. Controversial and hard for many to even consider - but ice is your friend. And yes I may have scarred the cat for life by the amount of screaming that I did from my frozen bathtub, but it was worth it. And hey after a few minutes you don't even feel it anymore - and by "it" I mean your soul and your lady/man parts.

8. DO distract yourself on long runs. My distraction of choice - audiobooks. The trashier the better. In fact I made it through the entire Twilight series while training for this race. The simple teen dialogue and lack of multi syllabic words is all the better for your starved brain. Also recommended: Dan Brown and Ken Follett.

and a few DON'Ts for good measure :)

9. DON'T forget to sleep. Not to say that you should spend your training hours in the sack - but don't underestimate the value of a good, solid rest. I had a nap after nearly every long run this summer and it was brilliant.

10. DON'T poop your pants. There is a certain natural incontinence that comes on race day - can barely be avoided. And hopefully it doesn't happen on the course.  I did my best by always taking a Tums before runs longer than an hour. Helped to settle my stomach with the added bonus of upping my calcium intake :) Also, if you do have to use a portapotty on the race course for God's sake - please don't shit on the seat. It's just rude.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Cheesecake Factory gets on my happy

As any self-respecting Canadian will tell you - when we go to America, we like to eat our faces off.
I like to eat all of the things that we can't get here. In the olden days I used to go hog wild on all of the "Fat Free" products that were made for the massive diabetic contingent of American society, but these days it's all about the restaurant chains. And my chain of choice - Cheesecake Factory.
I LUUUURRRRVVVVEEEEE the Cheesecake Factory cheesecakes. So creamy, so fresh, so teeth-achingly sweet - what's not to love? I go there maybe three times a year and no matter how much my gut is threatening to break through all the layers of my clothing, I will always order the cheesecake.

So imagine my surprise last weekend when we arrived at the San Fran Cheesecake Factory only to discover that they had taken the unprecedented move of indicating the calorie content on EVERY SINGLE cake in the display case. The horror!!!
I had to take a snap of the piece of cheesecake that could do the most damage, and as was expected it was not only a cheesecake, but also a brownie....covered in chocolate sauce...covered in icing.....topped with additional chocolate shavings. Mother of God.
And it didn't end there! When we were seated for dinner our menu was accompanied by a separate book containing the nutritional information for every item on the menu. Clearly this did not affect my glycogen starved brain, as we immediately ordered up a serving of deep-fried mac & cheese balls. You heard me right.

The damage: 1 serving = 2000 calories. 65 grams of fat.

The next time someone asks me why I ran a marathon I'm gonna show them this picture and say - for two servings of the most magical dish on earth.

EAT IT: Creamy Polenta with Sauteed Greens

Last week on Mark Bitten's NYT Blog he discussed polenta. I have a weird fear of polenta - mostly because I hate corn bread and consider them to come from the same gross family. After reading all the rave reviews of this little number though, I had to give it a try. Some of the other foodie blogs that I read were suggesting a topping of sauteed greens and fried egg. One word, three syllables: DELICIOUS.
My polenta turned out to be instant (not stone-ground) so it got a bit stickier than I hoped. But the oil from the greens and the creamy yolk from the egg turned the whole thing into a dish-licking dinner. I might even try this for breakfast one day. "EGGS FOR BREAKFAST" you say? That's right - I'm just THAT crazy.

Here is his recipe:

Polenta Without Fear

Yield 4 servings
Time 25 minutes

For creamy, soft, mouth-filling polenta, stir in butter and Parmesan -- the more the better. If you want something more flavorful but still a little austere, add herbs, like marjoram or thyme, along with a handful of parsley or basil, and a couple of tablespoons of good extra virgin olive oil. For polenta firm enough to grill, broil or sauté, cook it until the creaminess is gone and it starts to pull away from the sides of the pot, then turn it out onto a plate or a board and let it cool until firm.
  • 1 cup milk (preferably whole milk)
  • Salt
  • 1 cup coarse cornmeal, preferably stone-ground
  • Freshly ground black pepper, to taste
  • 2 to 4 tablespoons butter or extra virgin olive oil
  • 1/4 cup or more freshly grated Parmigiano-Reggiano, to taste, optional
  • 1. Bring milk to a boil with 2 cups water in a medium saucepan and add a large pinch of salt. Adjust heat so liquid simmers. Add cornmeal in a steady stream, whisking as you do to prevent lumps. When it has all been added, let mixture return to a boil, then turn heat to low. Polenta should be just barely simmering.
  • 2. Cook, stirring occasionally and being sure to scrape sides and bottom of pan, for 15 to 20 minutes, until mixture is creamy and cornmeal tastes cooked. If mixture becomes too thick, whisk in some water, about 1/2 cup at a time.
  • 3. Taste and season polenta as necessary with salt and pepper. Take pan off stove, stir in the butter or oil and the cheese if you are using it, and serve, passing more cheese at the table if you like.

Monday, October 26, 2009

What's next?

Sooo yah, here I am. Just sitting on the couch. Belly full of blue-cheese stuffed olives. In the middle of a full-night line-up consisting of Dexter, Gossip Girl, a re-run of House and a sincerely revolting Oprah episode on the subject of southern Fall fairs. If I hear the words "deep fried butter" again - it will be too soon.

I am completely bored.
I'm one of those total assholes that needs to have an answer to the question - What's next? And truthfully I have no idea. I was considering participating in a local 5km run before the end of the year - but it turns out that Toronto isn't organizing a Resolution Run on New Year's Eve this year. Instead they're doing it on December 27th. What the eff Toronto!? Last I checked there were no cultural groups celebrating a new year on December 28th.

As of right now it looks like there's nothing on the race schedule until the end of March - that is TOO LONG! I need a quick goal, one that won't take me 20 weeks to achieve.

Please. Don't make me run the Santa Shuffle.

Friday, October 23, 2009

And now for a musical interlude

For the past few weeks I've had a serious addiction. It consumes me at least once a day.
I sit in my office, put on my headphones, lean back in my chair and laugh until I cry - all while tapping my feet and chair dancing.Yes - I'm addicted to watching Backstreet Boys videos on Youtube. Not even those of the original boyband - but of lip syncing strangers with alot of time on their hands.
I can't stop. Also, it's a really good song.

I love everyone in this office. Even the douche-y lady. 

These boys are also pretty hilarious - and dedicated to their craft, if not to basketball.

Thank you America: The Frying Cheese edition

Whenever we cross the border into America I am always quick to establish the presence of a Trader Joe's.
I love TJ's.
Like LOVE it. When I learned that my soon-to-be in-law's in Atlanta had lived there for 10 years and had never even heard of it I had to rethink whether or not this is the type of family that I wanted to be a part of. Excuse me? You don't know that you live within minutes of the MOST MAGICAL GROCER ON EARTH? I tried to remain calm.

So naturally we had to visit the closest TJ's last weekend in San Francisco. Usually the bf (yes, I'm going to continue calling him that until I find a suitable short-form for the foreign sounding FIANCE) is very blase about my obsession with grocery stores. He'll wander the aisles and remind me that we don't actually need to purchase every new flavour of potato chip that we meet. To which I respond - oh really, and when are we going to find lamb & mint chips again!? WHEN? (ps. thank you England)

Anyhoo, so I'm perusing their magnificent selection of packaged candies when the bf comes down the aisle with eyes as wide as saucers. I consider briefly that he's found a package of hummus resembling a Star Trek fighter jet. As if in a haze he mumbles the words "frying cheese" and shakes his head in the direction of the sample lady. Yah that's right - Trader Joe's is selling a product called "Frying Cheese". As in cheese that you can put in a greasy pan, top with sauces and then cram quickly into your mouth. I reckon that the bf might even agree - it's WAY better than a Star Trek fighter jet.
Unless that fighter jet could be fried like cheese.

UPDATE: Thanks to Jolene for being smart enough to take a photo!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Race Report: Nike Women's Marathon

I'm not even quite sure where to start - engagement story aside it was still a pretty insane weekend.
We landed in San Fran on Friday morning and after checking in I made a mad dash for the "Expotique" (their word, not mine). It was pretty girltastic and everything was painted pink and covered in "girl affirming" language. I must admit that I'm not a fan of the slogan "Run Like A Girl". I understand that it's supposed to be a re-claiming of the word girl, but it still kind of irks me. I much prefer the local Toronto race slogan of "Women Set the Pace". But that's just me.
Expotique was off the hook but at the same time it was strangely small and contained, very unlike every other large-scale race expo I've been too. Lots of cool samples though and if you could make it through the lines there were offers of manicures, oxygen treatments and iPod engraving. I skipped it all and went straight to Nike Town to purchase my gear - and I didn't go crazy. I bought a race jacket, bag, half-zip sweater and commemorative print. Altogether I'm very happy with my purchases, not to mention the fact that I actually finished the race and am therefore allowed to wear it all!

But back to the actual RUNNING part.
Sunday morning I was awoken by room service at 4:50am with the smallest bagel ever known to American society. Seriously - where is my gluttonous, double-serving size America when I need it? Ate the bagel and promptly held down the urge to toss it back up - I was crazy with nausea and anxiety. I was pacing, psyching myself out, fidgeting and overall being insanely annoying.
Thank god that my closest friend called at 6am - just before I headed out to the start line. She has no idea how much she talked me down. She was calm, reminded me of all my training and how I shouldn't think of this any differently than my long runs. She did good.
By the time I got outside there were many Lulu'd bodies hanging around. I made my way to my corral and then the bf hugged me goodbye - commence crying jag #1. I couldn't stop but it felt really good.

Felt pretty shitty. Legs were tired and heavy. Stomach wasn't all that better, plus I had to stop and pee at 3km. The tall buildings threw off my Garmin so I couldn't get a lock on my pace, but it didn't matter since there were SO many ladies up ahead. At 5km the bf met me and ran with me for a bit, warning me of the murderous hills coming up. I was ready.
[Soundtrack: 80's/90's mix]

I wasn't ready. Holy shit. The hills. Or as I saw them in my mind "Da Hillz" - cause let me tell you, these hills were gangsta. I totally kicked ass up the first bit of the hill without realizing that the top was just the bottom of the next one...and then the next one. It seemed like it would never end!! At one point we were actually running in the fog and the trees were dripping all around. I had to really focus to keep my form up and by the end I was completely exhausted. Finally the big downhill came.
[Soundtrack: hits of Michael Jackson]


And we kept running DOWNHILL for 16 minutes. I'm not joking. No wonder my quads were beyond repair this week because I totally gunned it down the hill. We were running downhill beside the most gorgeous view of the ocean that I've ever seen.
I was running a full minute under pace just to try and make up some time - this is how DUMB the race made me. I've heard all the stories about not going out too fast and leaving some gas in the tank - but I threw it all out the window.
Entering the park was pretty fantastic and there were SO many people cheering (take note Toronto!). Golden Gate Park was gorgeous - amazing grounds, amazing trail, even a waterfall!! I hardly noticed the gradual hills because everything was so freaking pretty.


After we left the park the marathoners finally split away from the half-marathoners. No offense, but I was so happy to have the number of runners dwindle away. It was much easier to run and keep pace without having to duck around people every few minutes. I get so irritated with runners that don't run by the rules (I know, I'm anal that way). Let it be known that walkers ALWAYS move to the side! And look behind you before you start walking!
This part of the race sucked goats. At 30km I took a walk break and huffed loudly enough for the lady in front to turn around. We walked together and commisserated for a bit. It was great to articulate our hatred of running at the moment. And still, we kept going.
The BIG MOMENT came at 32km ;)
[Soundtrack: Madonna Celebration album]

After the BIG MOMENT all the girls around me were in a flurry - I was still crying while running and they all wanted to see the ring and call my bf a jerk for not waiting until the end! I was glad to provide a distraction at that point in the race, I think we all needed that. From that point on every time I looked down at my Garmin I saw my ring - and I started smiling and giggling. It was crazy. I wasn't exactly picking out dresses but it definitely got my mind off the road. At 36km they had "The Chocolate Mile" where they gave out small bars of chocolate. I couldn't even think about it, but I pocketed one for my bf  fiance later ;)
The last four kilometres are a blur. There were so many people at the sidelines, and so many coaches that were running back from the finish line to help people cross - it was a total circus. I couldn't see the finish line but I could hear that we were getting closer.
At this point I knew that I was WAY past my goal but there was absolutely nothing I could do to possibly make my legs go faster. NOTHING. I tried bribing them with promises of money, a pet monkey, illicit drugs, sex - they wouldn't budge. But thankfully they never gave up on me, they kept going right until the bitter end and when that tuxedo'd firefighter presented the Tiffany's box containing my medal I nearly tore his hand off.
[Soundtrack: Lady Gaga - got turned off before the finish]

Nike had quite a good spread of post-race nosh including bananas, bagels and chocolate milk! And thank god because in his pre-engagement haze my bf fiance completely forgot my finishing bag at the hotel.
We didn't stick around the finish line too long, I knew I wasn't ready for a massage and all I wanted to do was fall into an ice bath and call all my friends with the news! Oh, and kiss the bf fiance :)

So yah, it was a really, really, really tough race. I take comfort in the fact that even Boston Marathoners consider it one of the toughest courses. And I'm okay with being 18 minutes slower than my goal - because it can only get better from there, right?
Yes, that's right - I'll do this again. I have to now! I love the Toronto course and I really can't wait to run it next year. Well...actually...I can wait. Time for a little rest and socializing now and maybe in a couple of months I'll revisit that training schedule :)

Thanks to all for your cheers, happy words and thoughts this past weekend, you really have absolutely no idea how many times I read and re-read them before the race. In the loneliest parts of the road they were the best things to keep me going :)

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Another reason to take walk breaks

To set the scene:
Mile 20 (32km) of the marathon. It's tough. It's awful. If I wasn't trying to conserve energy I'd burst into tears. It's notoriously the WORST part of the marathon - which is why the bf planned to meet and cheer me on there.
He starts running beside me (as he had earlier in the race) and I'm completely depleted. 

Can't look at him. Can hardly speak. Can only give him the "thumbs down" signal. 

Cue script:

Bf: maybe you should take a walk break

Me: no way. this is a downhill. can't walk now.

Bf: no really, I think you should walk.

Me: [thinking he's saying this because another really awful hill is coming up] no way! why?

Bf: because if you don't stop then I can't put this ring on your finger.

And that's how I got engaged at Mile 20 of my first marathon :) 

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Back to life, back to reality

Soooooo, yah. I didn't make my goal :(
4:24 was just out of my reach.  Apparently I finished with a time of 4:42. Not AWFUL. But I must admit that I was disappointed - which, I know, right? Is insane. My body managed to KEEP RUNNING for four goddamn hours and 42 bleeding minutes. What more can I ask of it?
To be clear, I never really hit the proverbial "wall".
My body never said "You shall not run anymore today".
It just clearly enunciated that I would not be running very fast.

I took a look back at my pacing today and I must admit that I kicked ass on the hills, which took up most of the first 15 kilometres of the course and climbed nearly 400 feet. It was after that when things started to wind down a bit.

I have much more to say on the topic, and a full race report is imminent :)

Thursday, October 15, 2009

The Magic Number is 4:24

This is it - Marathon Week. Nothing I can do now can change any of the effort that I've put in over these past 5 months. All I can do is rest, take care of myself and send good thoughts out into the universe.

So here it is universe - I will finish this marathon within four hours and twenty four minutes. 

A seemingly bizarre number, I realize. Unless of course you are an avid fan/reader/stalker of Kathrine Switzer. Of which I clearly am.  You see when Kathrine Switzer first ran the Boston Marathon in 1967 (and made history as the first woman ever to do so as a registered runner) her finishing time was 4:24. It was her first marathon - the first time she proved to herself and others that she could do the distance.
Of course she then went on to demolish the time and concentrate her efforts on a sub 3 hour race (something I probably won't be attempting) but I say pishposh to that - a first time is a first time.

I've had a pretty great week of taper runs that included a great Yasso 800 workout last week. Now it's all rest and bon bons until Saturday when I'll do a very short run along the opening stretch of the race course before doing up my shoelaces for the big event on Sunday.

Without mincing words - I'm completely terrified. And make no mistake, I have a long list of things that could go wrong pre/during/post race. I just have to keep faith that these past 20 weeks have prepared me for whatever this mofo course can throw at me.

Sidenote - I'm also really excited that our hotel is within crawling distance of both a Cheesecake Factory and a Shoe Pavilion. Because if a girl can't have banana cream cheesecake AND buy pretty shoes - then what the hell is this all about?

Side-Sidenote - please send me and the all-mighties your good thoughts and bedazzled prayers on Sunday. I'm gonna need every ounce of all things good that I can muster :)

Friday, October 09, 2009

The Bestest Banana Bread Ever

My baking career has not been all that extensive - I'm much more of a casserole and soup kind of girl. I like things where you can just throw together a bunch of ingrediants, stir and heat. Which is exactly what you do when making this recipe for banana bread.
Banana bread is one of my countertop staples - I MUST have it and could eat slice after slice until I have a banana bread baby. I've done a lot of experimenting with different recipes and have come to the conclusion that every recipe comes down to the bananas. They must be perfectly overripe -they need to have large, dark spots on the flesh (this means they're full of sugary goodness). I've taken to freezing a few bananas once they hit this perfect moment, always making sure to slice them up before placing them in the ziplock baggie.

Another staple of mine, and I know this will be slightly controversial - flavoured dessert tofu. So far I've used the almond and banana flavours. Both are delish and make the bread super moist. I use this instead of the milk, yogurt, coffee or applesauce recommended in other recipes.

So here it is, give it a whirl.

2 cups AP flour
1/2 cup WW flour
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp baking soda
2 tsp baking powder
Mix all of these together, make sure they're mixed well.

3/4 cup sugar
1 tbs honey
2 eggs
Blend these together until creamy
1 tsp vanilla
1/4 cup oil
1/4 cup walnut oil (or just do 1/2 cup oil if you don't have walnut, trust me though - invest in the walnut)
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp nutmeg
Blend until mixed
1 package dessert tofu
Texture will be a bit clumpy, stir until smooth

Add wet ingrediants to the dry. Mix until blended.
In separate bowl mash up three ripe bananas.
Swirl the bananas into the mix. This is also the time to add chocolate chips if you're into that.
ps - I just wrote this recipe from memory - THAT'S how much of an addict I am. 

I like to line my pans with butter and parchment paper (NOT WAX!) this makes it easy to lift it out of the pan once done. This also makes for a much quicker transition from cooling on the counter to being shoveled into my mouth.

Pour into bread pan - bake for 60 mins at 350 degrees.

Smear with butter. You're welcome. 

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Three words - Chocolate Covered Peeps

You heard me correctly! CHOCOLATE COVERED PEEPS!

If I have to travel across the border for these - I will.
Original Peeps always seemed to be lacking a certain something for me, one was delicious but two had my mouth crawling with a sugary cement.
I think that chocolate is the perfect addition to the Peep world. 
And now I can't wait for April.

Monday, October 05, 2009

Horseradish + cheddar = a party in my mouth

Um, have you seen these in the store?
They're Herr's Chips - which I particularly love because of their association with that episode of The Office where Jim helps Karen find a bag after the vending machine and all stores in the vicinity run dry thereby kick-starting their doomed relationship and elevating Jim from loser/newbie employee status. But that's besides the point.

These. Chips. Will. Blow. Your. Mind.

I tried to have them as a "snack" when I got home from work tonight and ended up eating fistful, after fistful, after fistful. My mouth was on fire in the most pleasing and delicious way.
Let me be clear though - the horseradish is NOT a subtle a flavour. There's certainly no mistaking its presence. It beats you over the head and leaves you lying in the snack aisle with cheddar coloured drool on your face - again, in a delicious way.
Side benefit: totally clears out your sinuses as you snack.

Week 18: 75 hours 23 minutes and 57 seconds

As I type this the countdown clock on my desktop tells me that in 12 days and 21 hours I will be running my marathon. gasp. gasp. Can't breathe. I seriously can't believe that the time is almost here and I must admit that a large part of me never thought I'd make it. I thought for sure that over four months injury or just plain old "I can't do this!!" would take me down. It was one of those lofty goals that I set and then just kind of gave in to - I planned my training, joined the group, read the literature, bought some pretty gear and oh yah, put in the miles.

To be exact, over the past four months I have covered 730 kilometres for 75 hours 23 minutes and 57 seconds and burned 39, 413 calories.

Oh lordy. My feet hurt just thinking about it - and also, I think I deserve a few fistfuls of gummy bears. On top of pancakes. With whipped cream.

This week kicked off the beginning of the end. I'm slowly settling into taper mode - which means that while I'm still getting in quality runs my overall distance is getting shorter and I'm supposed to be preparing my body for the big day with lots of sleep, lots of good (nutritious) food, cutting down on the alcohol and caffeine and healing all the cracks and kinks in my legs. I'm so ready for this part.

Wednesday: 6km tempo. Went out on my own for this one. It was so cold that I started running before my GPS had a chance to find satellites - once I got going my body warmed up okay but the wind was wicked and I was glad to get home. Good pace, legs felt really good.

Thursday: Track repeats. Ran from the Nike Runner's Lounge with my group. You could tell that training season was winding down - aside from the guys smoking pot in the middle of the field the track was practically a deadzone. We ran a pyramid repeats - 400m x 800m x 1200m x 1600m x 1200m x 800m x 400m. Felt good and hit my mark at every repeat. Finished up the night with a Starbucks Hot Chocolate :)

Saturday: I deluded myself into thinking that all my Nuit Blanche walking made up for the 6km I SHOULD have run that day. C'mon, it was a ton of walking.

Sunday: 23km LSD. The bf joined me on this run which was really fun because we NEVER run together. People always say when they find out that we run "Oh, it must be so nice to run together as a couple!?". I wish I could live that fantasy where we run hand in hand and gaze lovingly into each others eyes at stoplights and water breaks - but I can't. He runs too fast and I get too competitive. Match made in heaven.
Anyway the bf has been battling an achilles injury and claimed that running with me would prevent him from running too fast. I ignored the blatant insult and just enjoyed the company :) I must admit that it was nice having a partner on a long distance - especially one that knows my low tolerance for chit chat.

Marathon countdown: 12 days.
Up next: I'm definitely losing two toenails. Thank god sandal season is over.

Thursday, October 01, 2009

If only Angelina were a runner

The night before Sunday's Scotiabank Waterfront Marathon I had one of those running dreams - thankfully not the kind where I'm late for the starting gun, can't find my bib or have legs made of jello. No, this was a celebrity running dream - a first for me.
In this dream Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise (strange pairing for my liking) came over to my place to check out my Dyson vacuum. This didn't really seem all that strange because who doesn't love a Dyson vac? Am I right?
So I'm tooling around the living room demonstrating the famous suckage of this handy appliance and eventually I just have to ask Tom - how is Katie's marathon training going?! I'm deeply interested in the distances she's running, her time goal at NYC this year and whether she's got around to picking up a new sports bra? We're deep into our running talk when I realize that Brad is bored - he's playing absentmindedly with the Dyson and not participating in our convo AT ALL. And that's when it hits me - I have nothing to say to Brad because ANGELINA DOESN'T RUN.

Yes - apparently I'm just as snobby in my dreams as real life.

Side note - in my dream Tom told me that Katie had to slow down her training because she's pregnant and didn't want to push it. If this comes to fruition after the race I am most certainly buying a neon sign and opening up shop.

Running with (or like) the wolves?

While I understand the desire to have the stealth agility and power of an animal - I must admit that I do not get these shoes. Apparently these are a prototype shoe designed by artist Bob Basset.
The fashion supplement of the New York Times described them as "leather paw shoes that make it easier for you to free your wild side." Apparently the artist is all set to start making custom designs and colours for clients.
As for me, I think I'll stick to get my wolf fix from Wolverine and Team Jacob.