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Mud, grass, sauce & sprinkles

How do you like that randomness for a title?

After leaving Ginger at home on Sunday for 9+ hours I felt like I owed her one. So after work I sucked it up and put her in my car for the 2 mile drive to the bike trail. I had done a quick 25 HIIT run on the treadmill earlier and wasn’t feeling much else besides a walk.


Doesn’t she look thrilled? For 2 miles I had one hand on the steering wheel and the other keeping her wet little nose from touching my dash everywhere.

The damage:

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And I thought I lost a lot of hair! You can bet I wiped that off within 2 minutes of being home. I kind of have OCD tendencies with keeping my car clean. It probably stems back to my childhood and a father that wouldn’t let us eat in the car or get in with dirty feet. I blame you, dad.

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Ginger enjoyed the hour walk minus the bikers. She’s a little skittish around them. Not sure what a bike has ever done to her but she apparently found them scary enough to hide between my legs anytime one would pass. Wuss.

We stopped by the creek that runs under the bike path at one point to let her have a drink since it was kind of hot out and she was panting like crazy.

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And this is the payback I got.

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A bike went by on the bridge above us while she was drinking and rang it’s stupid little bell horn which freaked Ginger out and she jumped out of the creek, flinging mud all over me. So then I had a wet, muddy dog and muddy sneakers going into the car! We both got hosed down when we got home.

Oh, but the fun did not end there! Fast forward about an hour and I’m outside grilling dinner when Ulysses comes home and Ginger runs onto the deck to see him. That’s when he points this out.


Can you see it? ASS GRASS!  And yes, I’m holding her tail up so I can get a better picture. Wouldn’t you? This has happened before so Ulysses knows full well I draw the line here. Ass grass removal is his job. I just take pictures and blog about it. That piece of grass ended up being a good 6 inches long (guess we don’t mow the grass often enough). Perfect dinner time entertainment.

Speaking of dinner, we had roasted vegetables and tofu on the grill with Mmmm Sauce. I’m starting to think I should rename the blog to “Running to Mama Pea’s Kitchen” considering how many recipes I make of hers. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it though, right? I actually saw Caitlin post about it yesterday and finally decided to take matters into my own hands and make it myself instead of drooling over everyone else’s.


There’s a reason it’s called “Mmmm Sauce”. It is tasty! So tasty that I was lamenting the fact I couldn’t get it all out of the blender without risking some digits.


Does it drive anyone else crazy that you can’t get the stuff under the blade out?


I pretty much slathered it on everything. This was the first time I grilled tofu and all I did was season it with olive oil, salt & pepper. I purposely kept it simple because I knew this sauce was going on top of everything anyway. It reminded me of a sauce you’d find in an Indian dish. Loved it. Glad there is at least a cup left in the fridge.

And since it was the first day of summer and all, this was necessary.

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And promptly devoured in about 3 minutes.

Happy Summer!


Sprinkles or Jimmies? Sprinkles!!!

Would you pull grass out of your dog’s butt? Heck no, that’s what husbands are for!



Filed under Around the house, Around town, Dinner

Going going back back to Cali Cali



So as you might’ve guessed, I’m currently in-flight to California for work. Or, actually Minneapolis for a lovely 3 hour layover and then to California. At least there will be good people watching potential. It’s going to be an almost 24 hour day once I get to sleep again but, let’s not dwell on that part.

I’m sorry to say there was no blog worthy food consumed or prepared yesterday as I was running around frantically trying to get ready for this trip at work and then at home. When you don’t eat lunch until 4pm you know it’s kind of a ridiculous day. I never understood people when they would say “I’m too busy to eat” or, “I just forget to eat”. Yeah, uh how? I would love someone to teach my stomach how to forget being hungry. I didn’t forget yesterday, in fact, I was very much aware from about 1:30-4pm as my stomach threatening to revolt if it didn’t get fed soon. I did find out though what it’s like to be too busy to eat. I love that my region for work is the west coast. I mean trips to Alaska, Cali, Oregon, Washington, what’s not to love? But, when the first 3 hours of your workday are spent sitting there waiting for the other side of the country to get to work because you can’t do anything until they’re in and you rush to try and fit 8 hours worth of work into 5 because you still want to leave at 5pm, it gets old pretty fast. Or, just makes for a really hectic day and no food until 4.

Then, of course there were other non-work related things that needed to get done.

allergy shots



What? You can’t go to Cali without a pedicure!

laundry (I actually had to wear a sports bra I’m pretty sure is from high school yesterday for my workout. That’s how desperate the laundry situation was)

water my poor plants who are not liking this 90 degree weather. Just look at the cilantro.


This is the second year I seem to have killed the cilantro. Not sure what’s going on with that. I have a pretty “green” thumb but, this herb just doesn’t seem to like me. Any ideas?

And speaking of plants, my first post was actually about planting all my pots. Exactly 1 month ago. (Happy 1 month blogging anniversary to me!) Look at how nicely they’ve filled in these past 4 weeks.




                             May 6th                                                                June 6th


This I’ve gotten pretty darn good at. I’ve been to Europe for 12 days packed entirely in a carry-on. A 4 day work trip is a cake walk. Smile


First, you have to pick. Brown or black. This simple decision eliminates the need for multiple shoes. Shoes take up a lot of room. And since my sneakers are a must for workouts on the road, I have to pare down in other areas. Meet my latest DSW purchase. These Nine West shoes were 40% off. I bought them in black too. They are soooo much better than a heel. Have you ever tried standing for 10 hours at a tradeshow booth in heels? M.i.s.e.r.a.b.l.e In fact, probably the kind of torture I’d imagine hell to be. Wedges make it so much more bearable.

So brown/beige/camel it is!

Next up, pack only as many outfits as days you are there. I understand as women we like choices but, there’s no room for choices in a carry-on. Unless you want to be that person that can’t lift their luggage into the overhead because it’s too heavy. <—Huge pet peeve! Unless you’re like 90, if you can’t lift it, check it.


2 days of client meetings, 2 outfits. No if’s, ands, or buts. Make sure you like them before you pack them!

And, 1 cardigan that works with both outfits.


Can you tell what store I frequent?

Where you do get some leniency is in accessories Smile


They don’t take up much room but can change up the outfit dramatically just by a simple belt or different jewelry.

Same rules apply for workout gear (minus the accessories) and you’re all set!


I’ll be honest, I totally wanted to skip this because at this point it was 8:30pm and it was the last thing I wanted to do. I made a deal with myself to at least do a 20 min HIIT session on the treadmill and that’s exactly what I did. You never regret a workout!

At 9pm, the best I could do for dinner was some left-over gazpacho, snap peas, crackers and goat cheese. Random much?

Hoping for some in-flight wi-fi (which I now know means wireless fidelity) and some good people watching. See you from Cali!


What are your packing tips? Do you usually carry-on or check your luggage? Any good airplane stories? I have a ton! From seatmates refusing to discuss anything but religion, to freak-outs on the plane resulting in police boarding and then questioning me about the situation, to having dip spilled all over me from the 350+ lb man using it next to me. I could seriously write a book!


Filed under Around the house, Running, Travel, Work

Workout woes & muffins!

I have to say, it’s quite ironic that the same week I start a blog on running (and food of course!) I have one of the worst running weeks. Funny how that happens huh?

I’m not quite sure what was going this week but running just felt hard. It started last Sunday with that 5 miler on Mother’s Day. Then this week:

Monday: 4M (8:29 pace)

Thursday: 3M (8:35 pace)/2.3M later in the day (a random, untimed run with the husband including a hill of death)

The thing is, my times aren’t bad at all in fact, they’re pretty good for me. But my legs just felt like Jell-O each time. Each step was torturous. I know it’s normal to have “off” days and I’ve definitely had my fair share. These were different. Pretty discouraging actually.

So, yesterday I decided to take it indoors. It was gloomy out anyway, which I guess is my internal justification for choosing the treadmill in May. I was curious to see if a run inside would feel just as hard.

Meet my home gym. In the basement. P1012542

And Ginger. She’s my workout buddy. Anytime I even open the basement door she’s up, off her bed, and by my side in about 2.5 seconds. She will stand next to the treadmill for the entire time I’m on it with her head just enough over the side so that her wet nose hits my leg with each stride. Not.annoying.at.all.



Yes, that would be the electrical panel and central vacuum canister next to my treadmill.  It’s glamorous, I know. You can be jealous.

Let’s talk about the treadmill.


This baby is actually my in-laws that we inherited. It’s a Nordic Track but, about 10 years old. We have a love/hate relationship and not for reasons you’d suspect (treadmills are so boring, etc.) No, it’s more because this thing is possessed. Last year my husband replaced the computer/mother board thingy inside (the tread wouldn’t actually move) and it hasn’t been the same since. Imagine this, you’re cruising along at a speed interval of somewhere between 7-8 mph and then BAM! the treadmill comes to a complete stop. No warning. Now, if you’re like me you’ve got your headphones on and are trying to look anywhere but the screen to avoid the monotonous ticking of the clock or better yet, the “dots” on your 1/4 mile track display. Yeah, well that makes it interesting when you’re mid stride at 7-8 mph and the treadmill just stops. And by interesting I mean it sends you flying into the display not knowing what the hell happened with a freaked out dog by your side.  The icing on the cake is now that you’ve face planted into the treadmill screen you realize it’s lost all your data and is blank. When you’re trying not to look at the screen out of boredom it’s hard to remember how far you’ve gone to this point and that pisses me off even more than the damn thing just stopping for no reason. And that’s our love/hate relationship.

A-n-y-w-a-y. Back to the actual run.

I decided to do a sort of HIIT workout since all my runs this past week were pretty much just steady state stuff.


Love Adele Smile 

The workout goes down further than you can see for 20 minutes. It’s pretty simple actually, not sure why I thought I couldn’t remember the details and found it necessary to write it down because after a quick 2 min walk warm-up it just alternates between 5 and 8 every other minute. For the first 10 minutes I set the incline to 4 when I’m at 5 mph. After that it just gets too hard so I keep everything at a 1 on the incline.

Ends up being about 2 miles of running by the end. And it leaves you sweaty.


Self portraits in a mirror = not so easy.

The verdict? It felt good! Well, as good as a HIIT workout ever feels. My legs felt normal though and that made me feel better about the last 3 crappy runs outside. Maybe it was just an off few days. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was the fact that all 3 of those runs were basically on an empty stomach (stupid, I know). Whatever it was, I hope it’s done with because tomorrow is the HOHA 5 mile race! My only goal is to beat last year’s time of 42:46. I hope my legs cooperate. Smile

Since I was pretty pumped about my workout after that. These happened.





Thank you Mama Pea. D-e-l-c-i-0-u-s.


Filed under Baking, Running