The weekend was spent at various tracks around Southern California. I am sunburned, my voice is hoarse and I am dehydrated…all signs of a good time.
Meanwhile Zelda stayed home with MFP and helped clean up the house. She gets pretty excited when he mops the dining room floor because she gets to sleep in the upside down chairs.
We did get the chance to dash out for some tapas on Saturday night. There wasn’t a drop of food left anywhere on our table. Except for one pomegranate seed.
I did get in a long(ish) run on Saturday with Katie as well. She is headed to Boston this week. It’s very exciting.
I will likely return to run Boston in a few years; this year I predicted that Oldest’s college decision would be taking over our lives at exactly this time. I was right. I would not have been able to focus on a big marathon. No way. Plus, I was a little obsessed with the Tsarnaev trial, which brought back all kinds of memories from 2013.
Last week’s training:
No speed, one trail run and one 12-miler
I had a fabulous run today. I felt like I was on fire. I was clicking off miles and smiling the entire time.
I am beginning to feel more at peace with all of the college stuff. (I will still write a post because I want to remember everything for the next two times we have to go through this.)
Two things that have helped:
1) I spoke with a friend yesterday, and she pointed out that although all of Oldest’s accomplishments in high school did not get him into a college of his choice, they absolutely will give him an advantage down the road.
2) I remember when I was in the sixth grade and the teacher assigned a group project (something to do with the library). I was put into a group that I did not want to be in. I was not paired with any of my friends, and I felt rather sulky about it. I also wasn’t with any of the popular super-smart class leaders, so I worried that my project would turn out to be sub-par. Anyhow, one of the kids in the group asked me flat out if I would rather change to another group because I did not seem happy to be working with them. I felt terrible for making them feel that way, so I rolled up my sleeves, put a happy face on, and got to work. Long story short– I, a normally shy kid — was forced into a leadership role whether I liked it or not. Our project won in the school competition. I suppose sometimes you have to make the best of what you have, and sometimes that best is better than anything you could have imagined. (I am leaving out a ton of details, but I don’t want to bore you to tears with my nostalgic anecdotes.)
So, moving on. Let’s talk for a second about Gwyneth Paltrow. Did you hear about her $29 grocery shopping trip? (She is doing the Food Bank Challenge and has to live off of food stamps for a week.) She purchased beans and rice, eggs, and a ton of veggies.
I totally respect her commitment to the challenge, and all of her food choices are good; however, I did wonder about the caloric value of her purchases. (Let’s assume she is only feeding herself.)
If you are scratching your head about it as well, I found a great blog post for you here.
Writer Caroline Moss instead suggests the following options, which reads exactly like my grocery list as I try to feed five of us every week on a budget.
I do buy a bit more than this, but for sure eggs, potatoes and rice are staples around here, a place where if you didn’t know any better, you would think there are human-sized termites eating through the cabinets as we sleep at night.
The older my kids get, and the more we get totally overwhelmed with working, financial demands and lack of free time, I am thinking of adopting the uniform idea that I saw in an article on Adweek.
Basically, this chick got tired of wasting energy on clothing choices, so she decided to don a uniform instead. A white blouse, a leather tie and slacks (I hate that word!).
So I am honestly thinking that I will do this as well. Just wear a uniform! It’s brilliant, really.
Have a great week!