Saturday, June 2, 2012

Helping is fun!



Because of the fact that what I do everyday seems a lot like volunteer work in it's own way, I very rarely volunteer my time for the good of others.  Time is a precious thing and doing things for yourself helps to preserve one's sanity, but helping others can be totally fulfilling too...even when you have to wake up at 4 a.m. to do it.  And sometimes you even get a free shirt out of the deal.





Today was the Running of the Bulls and it seemed like the perfect time to volunteer for race work.  It's sort of an understood agreement in the running world that if you run races, you also volunteer at a few races... spreading the love.  Running in a race is actually a very selfish act:  usually only concerning yourself with matters of your eating, your bathrooming, your race pace, your clothing choice, your shoe choice, your temperature, etc...It's rare to stop and think about the amazing people who volunteer their own personal free time to plan the race, set up the race, manage packet pick-up, work aid stations, cut up fruit, direct the course, and a bunch of other jobs specifically tailored to ensure that YOU have a great race.

I had a surprisingly fantastic time manning packet pick up last night and this morning.
Here is the race day packet pick up dream team from today:


And all done before 9 a.m.

Friday, June 1, 2012

My version of hell



Reading math problems out loud to 8 year olds...forever!!!
JUST ADD THE NUMBERS!!!

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Just like a kid...

@ Pelican's Snoballs*






*There is no way that these things are not bad for you. I'm talking straight high fructose corn syrup and chemicals, y'all.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Today...

I missed Carrboro.


Violin Boy!





David Binanay...violin virtuoso

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Some Truth To It

Remember those "No Fear" shirts from the 90's?  They were very trendy and featured slogans meant to motivate people by belittling them for feeling pain or fatigue.


I had one with an X-ray of a broken hand on it that read "Pain is Temporary, Glory is Forever".  I didn't really like it or understand it, but bought it because everyone else had one.  I wore it until it had a hole and never thought twice about its claim until about 10 years later.

Fast forward to Thailand in the summer of 2004 and my yoga teacher waxing philosophically about yoga injuries and how they are really just a form of weakness or sickness exiting the body as you deepen your practice.  Noted.

Fast forward to now, and I'm beginning to think there is some truth to this whole idea about pain, sickness and injury.  As I laid in wind removing pose in Bikram class on Tuesday evening, I realized I was pulling my knees closer to my body than ever before because my arms were wrapping around the knees more.  My arms were able to do this because my shoulder was somehow more open after my recent shoulder/neck injury.  Again, I noticed this in camel pose, as I was bending backwards, my shoulder blades were able to point in toward my spine more, which allowed a deeper backward bend.  Was my shoulder injury a result of some weakness or sickness leaving my body? Did the folks at "No Fear" have it right all along?

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

The Last Supper

I couldn't believe it when I awoke early one morning to news that Magnolia Grill would be closing it's doors on May 31, 2012.  Interestingly enough, Jason and I had been planning an outing to the grill for a send off/we haven't had a fancy dinner in a while date.  I picked up the phone in hopes of making our reservation, and got nothing but a busy signal for hours and hours and hours that day.  Jason and I decided that we must go in person.  We did, and we got the last reservation for a 2-top in Magnolia Grill's history.  I think that makes us famous.

Last night we dined on (literally!) the best food ever.  Mag Grill has always been our favorite restaurant in the triangle area for its big bold flavors and overall awesome dining experience.  I can also remember going to the grill as a small child with my mom (sometimes, we would pretend to be famous and eat out for fancy dinners).  As a child, an elaborate dinner menu can seem not far from disgusting so our waitress offered to have the chef make me fried chicken and mashed potatoes.  You don't even need to ask me if it was the best fried chicken and mashed potatoes I've ever had.  I'll never forget that.  Mag Grill, you will always have a spot in my heart.


Pre-dinner exictey...



That illustrious sign (with an obnoxious beemer SUV in front blocking the driveway...boo!!!)




The Menu




I decide with wine flushed cheeks








Spring Salad with candied pecans

                                                  
Wild Alaskan Halibut with cauliflower chowder sauce and yummy little potatoes





Chocolate Chip Poundcake with Roasted Bananas and Banana Ice Cream







Pear Crisp (epically delicious)







 So yummy!!!