Thursday, January 26, 2012

Facebook Etiquette:
Don't Post Anything you Don't Want Your Mother Boss Trainer to See!

For if you do, he will likely remind you of it in boot camp the next morning while he's kicking your ass...

I must admit, those margaritas were damn good (and half-price)!  Was it worth it this morning? eh, I'm not so sure (absolutely).
Now, for a healthy breakfast of plain ol' scrambled eggs, a slice of whole grain extra fiber toast, and some blueberries because PROTEIN, FIBER, AND FRUIT ARE SO IMPORTANT TO MY DAY AND I LOVE THEM!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

World's Fastest Workout

Yesterday I found this and today I attempted it.  Definitely succeeded. 

I can't say I believe it is equal to a 40 - 60 minute run...unless it's done several times over.  But hey, it got my heart rate up and I even had a bit of misty perspiration going on!  I also like knowing that I now have a nice midday "get your butt out of the chair and do something aside from walk aimlessly around the office" option at work...Let's face it.  People are starting to talk.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Running for Dinner

Whoops!  I missed a bootcamp session this week.  The guilt forced me to pull on my new fancy flashy shoes and run three miles over these two fancy flashy blue lit bridges as the sun went down.

In Actionville, this is as crazy as we get when it comes to elevation and it's left my calves screaming but my, it sure was beautiful!  Knowing I had some good eatin' waiting for me in the slow cooker at home helped move things along.

It's not often I whip out the crock pot, but with a crisper full of veggies that were thinking of going bad and stumbling upon a recipe that would use all of them, how could I say no?  So last night before I went to bed, I sliced and diced and stirred all the goodies, turned on the crock pot and let it do the cooking while I did the sleeping.  This is what I wound up with:

Whole Grain Pasta with Eggplant Sauce

1/2 medium eggplant
1/4 cup chopped onion
1 14-1/2-ounce cans diced tomatoes
1 6-ounce can Italian-style tomato paste
4-ounces sliced mushrooms
1/4 cup dry red wine
1/4 cup water
2 garlic cloves, chopped
3/4 teaspoons dried oregano
1 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
Black pepper
6oz cooked whole grain pasta (penne or rotini) 

Peel eggplant; cut into 1-inch cubes.  In a 3-1/2- to 5-quart slow cooker, combine eggplant cubes, chopped onion, canned tomatoes with their juices, tomato paste, sliced mushrooms, red wine, water, chopped garlic and oregano.  Cover; cook on low-heat setting 7 to 8 hours or on high-heat setting 3 1/2 to 4 hours.  Season to taste with pepper. Pour sauce over cooked pasta; sprinkle with Parmesan cheese and serve.  Makes about three flippin' delicious servings which are low cal, low fat, but full of fiber and protein! Yum!

And now, I prop up my tired gams and relax. Happy Thursday!

Monday, January 16, 2012

Fancy Flashy New Shoes!

Bought these pretty little ladies today on a whim before my bootcamp (aka torture) session.  They are the Mizuno Wave Elixr 6 and they are what happens when Fun meets Functionality!  I've been longing for a pair of shoes with a funky design that don't make my feet look too big because let's face it; I'm one size away from shoe shopping at the tranny store.  These puppies fit the bill with their WHAM! IN YOUR FACE! poppin' blue and lime design.  They also happen to be extremely lightweight, yet offer the support I need for a little problem I have called over pronation.

Unfortunately, I've had some sort of near-death disease for the past week so running is out of the question because I prefer just being able to breathe (only a slightly dramatic statement).  I did give them a bit of a whirl during bootcamp and they felt great during all of our jumping up/stepping over/torturous activities.  The rest of me wanted to die, but who needs a working body when you've got comfy feet?!  Hoping for a legit test run on Wednesday to see what these babies are made of.

Here's to hoping my shin splint woes will run away! 

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Candid Camera Camping Part 2

Around 4:30 the next morning, the wind was roaring through the prairie and the stars were absolutely radiant.  At around 6:30, we were both brave enough to face the weather head on and stared at an amazing sunrise.  It was also 35 degrees which was a bit of a surprise to us, camping in southern Florida and all…we finally decided to rise and shine if for nothing else, than to make a campfire.  The oatmeal and tea were a huge plus as well! 

With a full day ahead of us, we decided it was high time to bike around and explore a bit.  The oh-so-amazing and motivated boyfriend suggested the Military Trail.  Why not? Maybe because it was all sugar sand and we had 20 MPH crosswinds the entire time, I don’t know…Every 10 pedal motions, I was falling off my bike and/or cursing the sand.  Again, how he did not kill me at this time, I’ll never know but will always applaud his patience under extreme annoyance.  That was the day I decided I hated mountain biking.  The upside: awesome wildlife sightings (we saw Bambi and his whole family!) and a breathtaking view.

After a few hours, we headed back to camp.  Due to our early rising, we both took a bit of a nap and finally got a little of that “unplug and unwind” action we’d been craving.  The rest of the afternoon was spent gathering firewood, followed by a three course meal of ramen, beans, and s’mores and finishing up before bed with an astronomy session.  Never have I ever seen so many stars.  During these hours, I was reminded of why I so badly wanted this trek with this oh-so-amazing and motivated boyfriend of mine. 

The weather only got colder the second night. Neither of us slept very well.  By 8:00AM, we began to pack up and head out, excited for warmth.  The bike ride back to our car was only a tiny bit less insane, what with it being light out this time.  I think I complained five less times than I did on the way in.

Alas, we made it home.  To celebrate our survival, we treated ourselves to a fancy dinner (indoors) that we didn’t have to cook ourselves, accompanied by adult beverages.  Deeeelish! 

This might have been the kookiest outdoor trek of my life.  But I’d do it again!  You know, assuming it’s15 degrees warmer, the air mattress pump is charged, and we don’t get lost. 

Candid Camera Camping Part 1

Two-Parter because I cannot figure out how to shorten it and keep the same amount of detail it requires.

For Christmas, the oh-so-amazing and motivated boyfriend and I decided to forgo gifts and take a camping trip for two instead.  We had both been in GO-GO-GO mode for most of the fall and wanted to unwind and unplug surrounded by nature.  So on January 2nd, we packed our bags and headed south to the Kissimmee Prairie Preserve.  Unplug?  We absolutely did.  Unwind?  I’m not so sure…

Our scheduled arrival was for 3:30 so we could bike the 2.5 miles to our primitive camp site before sundown.  It wasn’t until we were an hour out of the way lost that we contacted the park ranger who told us, “turn of the GPS—it doesn’t work”.  We finally made it to the park around 5:15 and strapped our packs to our bodies and hopped onto our bikes just in the knick of time to get to our site before sundown...or not.  After five minutes of admiring the beautiful sunset ride we were taking, we found ourselves in pitch black unfamiliar prairie land.  The next 25 minutes were spent with the oh-so-amazing and motivated boyfriend attempting to navigate the trails with a 70lb pack on his back and me screaming variations of, “I CAN’T HOLD THIS STUPID SLEEPING BAG IF WE RIDE THAT FAST!” and, “THESE GEARS CHANGE ON THEIR OWN!”  No, I don’t know how he didn’t kill me either.

Alas, we found our site and wanted nothing more than to make a fire, make some dinner, and make a place to rest.  Due to 0% chance of rain, we omitted the tent in favor of the two-person hammock.  Obviously, we forgot it’s called Kissimmee PRAIRIE Preserve—as in “good luck finding two good trees close enough together for a hammock.”  Luckily, we had a pavilion on our site and decided it was a genius idea to tie the hammock to its beams.  OSAMB hung the hammock, climbed in to test it out, and assured me it was perfect to join him.  We laid there for a minute or so, finally able to relax and thinking how nice this trip would be--CRACK!  We both hit the ground hard, stunned and confused as the hammock half-dangled above us.  Clearly, the pavilion is not made for hammocks.

Fear not, for OSAMB had stashed an air mattress in his pack!  While he began to build the fire, I laid it out in the prime spot for a night of stargazing.  I placed the pump into the mattress, flipped the switch…and it was dead.  We looked at each other in defeat.  It was at this moment I also realized we’d forgotten the alcohol.  Damn.

10 minutes later, while lying on the picnic table, a lightbulb went off in OSAMB’s brain.  He ran to his pack and pulled out none other than an 8" travel-sized bicycle pump.  For the next hour, we took turns pumping up the mattress.  Talk about one hell of an arm workout!  We celebrated our victory over bowls of hot stew and snuggled together under our sleeping bags, star gazing for all of 30 seconds before falling asleep by 9:30...