Come on Irene

Unlike most people, who fled, I went to the coast for the hurricane. I hate to miss a good storm. We frantically pulled floats and boats, and even did a goat rescue. I (luckily) missed the actual trip to the Cuckholds to get the goats and bring them back (they did not want to get, or stay in, the boat), but then I became goat keeper for the weekend. We put them in our plant shed. They liked it so much, they never wanted to come out.

They were also not please to be wearing collars and leashes. When they were out, we tied their leashes to a chain. It didn't take them long to figure out that if they worked together, they could pull the chain wherever they wanted to go. So we had to keep a close eye on them- those goats can move!

The harbor was totally cleared out- every boat was pulled, and it was a good thing. When the storm finally hit on Sunday, the wind was howling. I went for a run early Sunday morning, it was raining, incredibly humid, and gusting winds. But by Sunday night, you could hardly stand up in the wind down at the dock. The seas built over the day, and by evening, were easily 10 feet. The surf was spectacular. We stayed up for the high tide at 11 pm, and it was as high as I've seen it in years.

We were all standing holding our breath with another neighbor, whose house is built on pilings over the water, as the tide crested about an inch from his door. This whole dock was underwater!


All in all, we were incredibly lucky. It was enough of a storm to be exciting, and to validate all the work that went into preparation, but not enough to cause major danger.

Thrilling Thursday

So I ended up having a great day, despite being exhausted from the red eye and my cold.

I got home around 6 am- unpacked and hand a handful of frosted Mini-Wheats (my fav!) before heading out on a run. The run was not the highlight of my day. My legs felt like lead and every breath felt hard. I was tired, it was humid, but whatever, I got it done. At least it was nice to be back running on the shaded, rolling, safe, sidewalks.

After a shower I was starving again- so I took advantage of being home and whipped up peach and raspberry muffins with almond flour. Yumm-o.

Then I decided to check out the 30 minute express new bootcamp at my gym, because it's taught by one of my favorite instructors Leslie. I figured I could handle 30 minutes, despite my lack of energy. Holy cow- it kicked my butt. We never stopped- jumping jacks, hundred of pushups and situps, mountain climbers, and jumping squats. A full hour would have killed me!

Then I did some errands on my bike, before coming home to make a super good shrimp and avocado sandwich for lunch. Then, I intended to take a nap, but made the mistake of putting the US gymnastics championships on. I had to watch every second and it got me all hyped up. I miss it so much sometimes.

And then just when I was wondering what with the rest of the afternoon, I got the phone call. The seller agreed to my offer- the house is mine! And now I'm freaking out because I feel like there is so much to do, expect I can't do anything now. The bank is closed for the day, it's too early to start packing. Good thing I'm heading out for the last night of restaurant week tonight at Henrietta's Table.

Jongewaard's Bake 'n Broil

I had some time to kill before I had to be at the airport so I cruised around the Long Beach area looking for food. I'm still not feeling great, so I was seeking comfort food. I wanted soup or mac n' cheese, even though it was about 95 out. I came across a great hidden gem: Jongewaard's Bake 'n Broil.

It was cute inside, with a long counter and a small booths. Best of all was the display case in the middle filled with amazing looking cakes, pies, muffins, and other baked goods.

I had a hot cup of french onion soup and a grilled cheese with tomato on homemade bread. Just what the doctor ordered. And as I ate, I chatted with the old men sitting all around me. They wanted to know what a young "looker" such as myself was doing eating by herself.

The giant layer cakes piled with buttercream frosting were luring me.

But I figured since I half-assed in spinning this morning, and since I can't really taste all that well, it wasn't worth the calories. And then the guy next to me got a piece of peach pie. I couldn't resist. Huge, juicy chunks of fresh peach piled on top of a flaky crust with a big glob of ice cream of top. Hey, fruit is healthy right?

Sick-o

It's official, I'm sick. When I was younger, I was sick ALL the time. A combination of messed up ears, and asthma meant that I got colds and ear infections frequently and had them for a long time. Luckily, this has improved as I've gotten older. I think running and eating a healthy diet really helps. But with all my travel (especially since I spend most of my week in hospitals), it's inevitable that I'm going to get sick occasionally. This is one of those weeks. Sunday I woke up with a wicked sore throat, and by Monday morning, the congestion hit me full on. I am blowing my nose every 4 minutes and sound horrible. I moved desks yesterday and my new office mates were less than thrilled to have snotty, germy me, moving in!

Copious amounts of sleep are what usually help me to recover the fastest, along with zinc and vitamin sleep. I pretty always keep running and working out, unless I'm really sick to my stomach. I know it probably makes me worse instead of better, but I feel like it gets everything in my body moving. After getting no sleep due to my unexpected night in Chicago, last night I got a great nyquil induced 9 hours. Tonight however, I'm taking a red eye home, so it will be another bad night.

What do you do to get over a cold more quickly?

Time

Lately I feel like my sense of time has been warped. I seem to always been in either fast forward or slow motion.

I rush, rush to get to the airport and through security, and then there are the long, seemingly endless hours of waiting for my flight, and then being on the plane. (Especially this week, where I got stuck in Chicago. I waited during my scheduled lay-over, then I waited to board, and waited for them to make the announcement that the flight was canceled, I waited in line and on the phone to be re-booked, after a few short hours of sleep, I waited again for my new flight to board (it was delayed 3 hours!). (P.S United you are not on my list of favorite things this week).

The days when I am in California seem endless. I'm up before the sun to work-out and then at the hospital for what feels like forever. But then, my few days at home seem to speed by in a blur of chores and friends and family.

And now I have the house buying process. Once I decided to go for the condo in South Portland I was in such a hurry to make an offer. And now for 4 long days I've been waiting to hear back (the seller was away for the weekend, and now because she's deaf has to work with an interpreter to talk to the bank which is slowing things down). And yet I know that once I hear back things will move at lightening speed as I try to navigate the whole home buying process for the first time.

Like Goldilocks, I'm looking for my sense of time to feel "just right" again.

Old School

I am trying a new hotel this week in Orange, and it's working out much better. It's not a high rise, I have a little kitchenette, the parking is easy, and there is free continental breakfast. All of this means I get in and out more quickly, and can eat better.

Another thing I thought would be great is that there is a Bally Total Fitness right next door. Except, I went for the first time yesterday, and it is probably the worst gym I've ever been to. Since I exercise so much on my own because of my schedule, I always jump at the chance to try a new class. When i got to Bally's yesterday Total Body Pump was just starting. It was taught by a Hispanic guy, and it was a joke. He had us hopping around like idiots to "warm up" and then lead us through a rapid series of "exercises." His form was terrible, we were racing through the sequence, and the equipment was old and gross. Not only was I not getting a workout, but I was afraid I was going to get hurt. I walked out. I NEVER do that, but it was a waste of time and potentially dangerous. So I went up to the free weight area, which was packed with big, muscle bound guys grunting. One of the trainers looked at me and was like "hey kiddo, what you doing over here." Seriously??? Just because I'm female and short and blond doesn't mean I'm a wimp. Come on Bally's get with the times, your gym is old and gross!!

But after the disappointment at the gym, I had a nice surprise. Some co-workers had an extra ticket to the Angels game. The ballpark was literally right across the street, so I threw on clean clothes and off I went for a night of beer, popcorn (an entire bag of kettle corn thank you), and baseball. I was up WAAY past my bedtime, so I was majorly dragging at spin class this morning, but oh well, sometimes you gotta live a little.

You don't know what you've got til it's gone...

As Joni Mitchell once sang, “don’t it always seem to go, you don’t know what you got till it’s gone.” I found out this week while in Santa Rosa, that it was my last trip. As though, I often complained about the trip, I was amazingly lucky to get to work in such an amazing place. This week I took the time to savor. My runs were done in the cool mist of the early morning, on quiet roads and paths. I walked through the Burbank Gardens at lunch, as saw artichokes growing for the first time (they’re actually pretty). I went to the farmer’s market and feasted on sweet fruit, cheeses, crispy fresh vegetables, and nutty hearty breads. I had a great dinner with a group of people that have come to be good friends. Yesterday, I did the drive through the green rolling hills from Santa Rosa and back to San Francisco for the last time. I saw the tips of the golden gate rise suddenly from the fog and hills. I walked through the palace of fine arts and along the marina. I was part of the crowd of people walking, running, biking, frolicking. I had a organic soft serve ice cream dipped in chocolate and salt, the melted down my arms as I ate it in the sun. I met friends and ate Burmese food for the first time at an over flowing restaurant full of talk and laughter. I’ve come to deeply appreciate the beauty and spirit of Northern California. Look at these pictures, how can you not?