MoFo count down. Anybody still here? It's my last Training Tuesday of Mofo. I got so tired of hearing myself bitch and moan about my low running mileage week after week that I pounded the pavement this week. Yay! Psycho boy must have even felt bad for me because he went out and found a new running trail for me and clocked the mileage even. How sweet is that?! I ran 5 miles today and 5 miles the other day, and also put in a 4 mile run on the new trail. I've increased my sit ups, and did strength and cardio training too. I'm back in the saddle again. Progress not perfection is always a good thing to remember. Running was a necessity after whipping up and devouring this dessert doozy.
I tell you that dessert is a many splendid layered thing. After today's run I hope I have the stamina to write out the recipe. The pudding contains chia seed and flax seed and is perfect for after a workout. Hey speaking of workouts, I know I promised you an exercise video. Remember I promised to show you how to run the lines. I finally came through. ;) Most public tennis courts are empty mid day or late morning and this is a great exercise to do on a tennis court to get you moving. I recently heard an interview with the singer Pink, and when she was asked about how she lost her pregnancy weight she said that running short sprints was what cracked the metabolic code. And if you didn't already know it, yes Pink is a vegan too!
I hope I can sleep after those magic chia seeds. Zzzz. I now owe you one Psycho Boy soup recipe and one Magic Chia Parfait recipe. Tomorrow, I promise. Thanks for um swinging by.
Sometime in January After a month of old man coughing fits, hives covering my right boob, a wrenched back and a whirlwind visit to Los Angeles where I played a cutthroat game of Password with my geriatric parents, I meditated. Meditation in itself is nothing new to me. I've been meditating in some shape or form for close to three decades. I used to have one of those top secret mantras I used for a while. It made me hungry and I often passed out. Too much oxygen. I did mushrooms and meditated in my hot pink flying bird wallpapered bedroom where I was convinced I was on the top of MacchuPiccu, not my mom and dad's house in Massapequa. Check out these nifty mushroom cupcake toppers from http://goosegrease.etsy.com/
My dad even bought me this book called "Inner Tennis" where the author swore you could improve your overhead if you just visualized and stared at a tennis ball for 40 minutes a day. I tried it and It worked. I won a lot of matches when I wasn't doing psychedelics. Alas, those Carlos Castaneda days are long gone. So in December amidst the spittle, the phlegm and the two bulging discs I got quiet. I asked God for direction. Just general direction, mind you. No ten commandment, no burning bushes. No no nothing that big, because I was feeling pretty lousy and quite frankly didn't feel up to moving a mountain. I was just asking and hoping for a healing meditation. Just between me and the guy upstairs, a quick connect to remind, Him (big H) I was not doing too good.
Uh God...It's uh me GiGi. You got a quick minute? Thanks for Obama by the way. Anyway, I feel like crap. Nothing as bad as a lepper or someone like your gal Mother Theresa might have visited, no nothing like that, but I do have to crawl to get a kleenex . Cough, cough, spittle, spittle. and then it was like the call was dropped. I hear a rumble and a mumble. Lots of garbling. Uh are you still there? And I hear... preat duh ceilings What? Prea senors (with a tilda)
My ears were pretty clogged. I took a moment and said, Just hold on God and let me go get a q-tip. Might take a little while God, cause as you know I'm still crawling. And just like that, I heard... GiGi ...play the seniors. Train and play the seniors in Tennis. Blog about it. And get your crazy friend Gillette to do it with you.
Well here it is March. Maybe I didn't get all that ear wax out. Because in February God made it rain a lot. The courts were wet, and Gillette's and my finances and writing gigs were dried up. Me and Gillette got depressed. So I went back to the baking business.
