So here we have another summer Friday. Vacation for moi!
I mentioned a post or two ago that I am taking off Fridays all summer because I have an absurd accumulation of vacation hours that are just adding up. Our hours roll over. And after 5 years of employment (I’m approaching 7 years) you get even more hours. Even now, after taking something like…7 days now? I still have well over 100 hours to crush.
Fridays are great. Totally lazy. Totally ME time.
I woke up at 9 today (with an alarm…I can snooze if I feel like it). But 9 is 4 hours later than my normal 5 am wake-up, so that was just fine.
I was ravenous. I made an easy go-to breakfast. It’s oatmeal and a Quest Bar. I need to take a photo. It’s nothing beautiful, but photos are more fun.
I mix up 1/2 cup of quick oats, cinnamon, a dash of salt, and Splenda with water. I add enough water to be mixed but not soggy.
I microwave a Quest Bar, this time it was a Cinnamon Roll bar, for about 25 seconds. Then, I dump that puffy warm bar on top of my oatmeal bow.
It’s SO good!
Easy fiber+ protein meal to start the day. Then I ate a Double Chocolate Chunk Quest Bar because…hunger is real. I’m small, but I eat.
I was thirsty, so I drank what was left of my Cashew Milk. That stuff’s good. In my opinion, it tastes a bit heftier than skim dairy milk, and it’s only 25 calories for a cup. The stats are weak. But I don’t like dairy milk, never have.
Even as an 8 year old, I hated drinking milk (2% or skim, it didn’t matter). Milk was disgusting. It made me gag. Milk with dinner? Gross.
I never liked pork chops. My parents cooked pork chops once a week. It was always pork chops with a side of rice and canned mushrooms. Gross. Add a full glass of milk to that meal? Kill me. No wonder I was skin and bones as a 10 year old. I may have eaten the food if milk wasn’t lurking on the side…but all in all, that’s a nasty dinner. I’m typing this and kind of gagging at the same time.
Barf. Moving on…(digressions are healthy, this is why I blog! It’s all about reflection).
After my breakfasts, I decided to hit up my neighborhood gym. I did a super low intensity workout on the hybrid arc trainer/elliptical machine for 2 hours. Honestly, I just watched TV and moved a bit.
Clearly….I love exercise.
And I also love my bridge run towel—the only cool thing that comes in your race packet. I will NEVER pay for this race. I’ll continue to rely on my awesome company to sponsor me. And since I sweat…a lot…I could use 2 towels. This one is about as absorbent as wiping your face with the cheap toilet paper from rest stops on the side of the interstate.
Looks like I’m blowing my nose, but I wouldn’t dare. That towel couldn’t handle a nose blow.
I cleaned up at home, then went to Trader Joe’s for weekly shopping.
This is one of my fun buys these days:
It’s cauliflower and a little bit of salt. No butter or crap. Totally awesome. Next week’s lunches will be sweet potatoes drowning in dijon mustard (so good, I swear!) and this grilled cauliflower coated in hot salsa. There will be peas too (for veggie protein).
One last thing..
I went to the gym for an Arc Trainer workout tonight, while listening to my awesome new playlist (you get that tomorrow!). I killed it.
I left the gym and went to Publix to get some Egg Beaters and Cashew Milk when I saw this on the windshield of my car:
This happened in the gym parking garage. What do you think? Should I be flattered or creeped out? This person knows what car I drive. They write in all caps. The exclamation point has a full circle on the dot. Serial killer or sexy stalker….I guess I’ll find out…eventually?
How are you celebrating summer? Are you traveling? As a resident of a vacation destination…I don’t travel this time of year, but I assume most people beeline it to the coasts!
How do you interpret my dashboard note? Would you be flattered or terrified? I’m somewhere in the middle. I’ll be watching my back. ;)
So I’ve got like 150+ vacation hours.
I am fortunate to live in Charleston, SC. The best place in the country. Thus, I have no need to travel. Ever. My family lives here. We’ve lived here forever. Since pre Civil War era. We’re in it to win it. I’m here to stay.
I don’t need vacation time to travel to see my family. I see my mom every day at the gym, I see my brother whenever we feel like hanging out, I visit my grandparents regularly, and my aunt and uncle live in paradise on Seabrook Island (so I play on the beach with them frequently).
Anyhoo, I am taking off Fridays this summer. Wooooooo!
On Thursday, at 3 PM, I give you kisses.
Also, I match my Apple Watch with my clothing. Today, we wear blue.
I laid low on Friday. Woke up at 9 am. Ate too much breakfast (I’m ravenous in the morning…once the sun comes up). So after I digested, I hit up my mini neighborhood gym at 11:00 to watch crappy tv and cram in some morning cardio. I watched The Price is Right (which isn’t half bad with Drew Carey, though I miss Bob) and Rachel Ray at noon. She’s some kind of annoying. She needs a co-host or something, someone to tone her down a bit. I’ve only watched her show a few times, but it’s super awkward. She is much better as a Food Network/cooking show host. I don’t want to knock her too much, but she’s just NOT a talk show host.
My Friday evening run was rough. I ate some peanut flour-based peanut butter dipped in popcorn (so good!!) as a pre-workout snack. I really wanted this late lunch/snack because it’s perfectly satisfying….but it was a bad move. My timing wasn’t right. I won’t get into details, but I needed it digested a little too quickly…That was way too much bulk in the tummy before a long run. Regardless, I still managed to crank out a reasonable run.
Saturday…I finally cleaned out my garage.
The girl who owned this place before me left a LOT of crap behind in the garage. Left over hardwood flooring, mosaic tiles, a big (super cheap) set of plastic storage drawers (like, a plastic faux wicker dresser thing. An 8-drawer beast. A heavy, dirty, cheap, crappy storage unit thing). I finally gathered the strength to haul this shit to the composter.
….along with my Christmas tree.
He’s been chillin’ in my garage since January. He was too big to toss in the composter. So today, I dismembered my dear friend. Limb by limb…
Sad. But finally. The last thing that needs to go. The tree.
My home is perfect right now. I am NOT a hoarder. That’s why the tree is hilarious. I am the ultimate purger. So now, my garage is empty. I am open to ideas. I searched Pinterest for how to utilize a garage. Most of what I found was mudroom stuff. But I don’t have kids. So I don’t want to set up lockers or space for my kids to dump their dirty shoes or backpacks. I want to capitalize on this space. Let it be noted. I’m all about the Man Cave. Nothing would be better. I just need a dude to fill that space…
I’m considering home brewing beer. The garage might be the best spot for this.
To cap off the weekend, I got to visit with some friends.
First I ate some spinach ice cream.
I went to the gym. Did an Arc Trainer workout for about an hour and half (just to watch Wimbledon), and when Federer lost…sad, sad day…I dipped out to go visit friends on Kiawah.
My college buddies, John David and Keri are vacationing on Kiawah this week, and they invited me out for the day. We caught up, over sunshine and beer, and it was a blast.
Family photo! It was a perfect day.
I got home around 5:30, and when my beer buzz wore off, I went downtown for a 12 mile run. Dude. It was HOT. I was soaked with sweat. No photo of that…it was gross. All in all, the weekend was a winner. Monday won’t bring me down. I laugh in the face of Monday!
Hey folks! How ’bout I contribute to this internet sensation…
What I ate…on Wednesday.
I’ll try to make this as beautiful and colorful as possible. Pardon the poor photography. Food photos are not my forté.
So. I started the morning with the usual 5:00 am alarm.
It never gets easy. No matter what. That alarm sounds…profanities ensue. It goes something like: “Mother fu$@#!!!! WHY?!?!!?!”
My alarm is the Castle theme song—my favorite TV show. It’s so innocent (yet perfectly mysterious, fresh, and calming. I need to wake up to mellow tunes, nothing too alarming—-haha, pun intended). This one works for moi.
I leap out of bed, with vigor and excitement!
(Translation: I stumble/fall out of bed with bitter hatred and deep regret that I drank that 3rd (or 4th) glass of cabernet last night).
Gym opens at 5:30. I am on the ArcTrainer or racing the indoor track no later than 5:31. Gotta get at it right away—time is money in the morning. Every minute is valuable. I’m on a tight schedule. I need to be exercised, showered, and outta there by 7:00.
This is me at 5:07 am. That’s sheer joy! Or maybe…it’s sheer crazy. Nothing like a bathroom photo shoot before sunrise.
You know what’s fun to watch on tv at 5:30 am? Infomercials about blenders. Yep. The Nutribullet. The NutriNinja. The Shred Emulsifier. Watching food get demolished really ups your game during a workout. Or I’m a total weirdo. I love watching food get pulverized. It’s somewhat therapeutic and calming. My friend Ben, who works out next to me most mornings, called me out the other day. He was like, “What’s with you and blenders?” I didn’t think anyone would notice. I got caught. I was honest, I really just like watching whole oranges turn to orange juice. But I’m also in the market for a top-notch blender. I love my Nutribullet, but it has failed me a few times. The lock and seal situation is faulty. If I don’t screw the base on tight as Hell, it can leak, and when it leaks, it drips into the motor. I’m on my second Nutribullet because the first one drowned after a protein shake overload.
My Arc Trainer workout was about an hour and 10 minutes. It was followed promptly with a phenomenal shower. Then I booked it home because I was ravenous for pre-breakfast.
My post workout recovery fuel these days is this little number…super easy, but SO good.
I mix up a big, ripe banana + a LOT of frozen spinach (at least a cup, probably more) + about 1/3 of a cup of frozen blueberries, and about a cup-ish of almond milk. More or less (of each ingredient), enough that all my ingredients mix in the Nutribullet. I eye-ball it, thus the vague measurements. Throw it in the Nutribullet (it does need to be a high-powered blender or it will likely be chunky and gross).
It miraculously turns into vegetable ice cream. Bowl worthy. You really can’t drink this in a glass, at least…not without gagging. This is almost a solid food. A thick shake—but not a smoothie. Since I use frozen veggies and fruit, it turns into a solid frozen concoction. It’s SO good. I was hesitant to hop on the spinach train, but as long as you go raw, you don’t have sodium and junk to screw up your flavors, so the result is amazing. I happily eat it like ice cream. I never thought I’d consider frozen spinach to be “delicious”. If you eat it in a bowl with a spoon, it’s a lot more fun. If you try to drink that in a glass? Ew. I promise, it tastes great. But you really need to bowl it. You could totally throw in some protein powder. But I pack my protein into my second breakfast later…
I enjoy my post workout pre-breakfast while catching up on world news, which is usually depressing. Especially recently. Charleston is an amazing place. We’ve been battered and beaten as of late, but we’re a tight-nit community. I think the rest of the country sees that, but I’ve still seen a lot of negative commentary regarding my city and state. I don’t think you can talk smack if you haven’t lived in the Holy City. As a whole, we worship God, we love each other (white, black, men, women, everyone). Tragedy strikes? We comfort and support. That’s what we do. I had to address that. Stepping down from the soap box.
I get ready for work, then hit the road. Kiawah Island is a good 25 minute drive from my house.
I eat my b-fast at work while diving into emails. My Daily breakfast is this fun concoction. I mix up 1/2 cup-ish of quick oats, a scoop of vanilla soy protein powder, and a lot of cinnamon, mixed with water to meet my ideal consistency (chilled overnight). I top it with plain 0% Greek yogurt (and more cinnamon).
I ran out of eyeliner. Clearly…I need to buy new eyeliner. I look sad, tired, and hungry. Truthfully, I was happy. Just tired and hungry.
Lunch! I make lunch the night before. This week, I’ve made a lunch out of quinoa. It’s a base of red quinoa, with carrots and peas, over a fresh bed of spinach greens, topped with some super hot salsa and dijon mustard.
Afternoon snack was a Quest Bar. I rotate my bars. This is the bar of the moment.
Evening workout was awesome. 13 mile run (indoors, on the track). I feel like a cheater when I run indoors, since it’s so much less miserable than running outside this time of year—-it’s absurd how hot it is right now. I proudly cheat with my indoor runs.
I got home. It was wine time.
After a few glasses of cabernet, it’s time for din din.
Egg whites. For the win. It’s so easy to fry up a carton of egg whites for dinner. So that’s what I did. And I added tomato paste for lycopene (it was a game time decision, so not pictured).
Dessert was 2 Quest bars, baked to perfection, with a side of protein packed Greek yogurt dip.
2 Quest Bars, sliced and diced, tossed into the oven at 350° for 12 minutes.
The dip? One container of 0% plain Greek yogurt (Chobani this time), mixed with about half a scoop of ON vanilla casein protein powder and a splash of almond milk.
After that, it’s bedtime! My favorite time of the day. So ends my WIAW.
I love exercise. I love eating food. But I only want to eat food that fuels me. There’s nothing wrong with “splurging”, but I don’t really do that. And I don’t binge on anything. I want everything that I eat to be worth my while. “Cheat” meals aren’t on my agenda, mainly because I don’t feel like I deprive myself of anything to the point that I need to dedicate a day or a meal to over eat on crappy food. My diet is very versatile. I love my foods. I get excited about meals, even though most people would find my meals to be less than exciting. Obviously, I don’t care what other people think. I’m just sharing my eats to inspire and answer the “how do you do it??” questions.
Do you have any weird tv interests that captivate you during a workout?
Do you have a blender that you recommend…beyond the Nutribullet?
I am an odd girl. I prefer athletic shoes to pumps. Yes, I have a few pairs of Cole Haans and Jack Rogers sandals. But I prefer a solid pair of ASICS over any other shoes.
Yesterday, these guys arrived, And it was like Christmas in July.
ASICS GT-2000s. Stellar. I aim towards the lighter weight shoes. My choice ASICS are the Noosa line, the Cumulus series, or anything in the GTs. These shoes deliver. They’re a few ounces heavier than my Noosas, but it’s not a noticeable difference.
Tonight, I ran 7 miles on the indoor track at my gym, then I did an impromptu 1-hour spin class because my favorite instructor was in town and took the slot.
Last night, I broke in these new kicks with my friend Nicki. She competes in figure competitions. She is my hero! We sprint together at least once a week. Nicki randomly sought me out at the gym a few months ago, since she knew I was kind of a cardio extremist. Now we motivate each other to push ourselves beyond our limits.
After we kick some ass, we have photo shoots. Nicki is much better at posing, since she is a seasoned professional. I look constipated. But I’ll proudly admit, I am NEVER constipated. Fiber is your friend.
Do you have a favorite shoe (brand or style)? Do tell.
Whether you’re like “OMG! YAY!” or you’re like “Big deal. Watermelon is back too. You’re lame. At least watermelon has seeds to spit.”
I’ve never liked melons. Any melons. Watermelon is good, I guess. Seed spitting is fun. But have you noticed…any restaurant that offers fruit salad usually fills it with cantaloupe and honeydew. Gross. I always ask ahead of time what fruits are in the salad. I refuse to eat a filler salad. Restaurants fill with honeydew and cantaloup because they are cheap and take up a lot of space in a bowl. If you like those pale, slimy fruits, you win. I, on the other hand, hate melon. I want a fruit salad loaded with strawberries, blueberries, pineapple, kiwi, and red grapes. Fat chance.
We used to go to town on watermelons when I was a kid. My family used to have a mountain house in Asheville, NC. It was about a 10 minute drive from Chimney Rock and Lake Lure if you know the area. It was so much fun. No central air? No problem! Except when we went up to the house one November and it snowed. And all we had was a fireplace and really crappy (dangerous) electric blankets for warmth. That was kind of scary. We were cold. One of the highlights of our summer trips to the mountains was watermelon. We always bought a watermelon and spit seeds off the porch. It’s the little things. I bet there are rogue watermelons growing under that house right now.
But back to fruit salads. Have you noticed that fruit salads are always like 75% honeydew or cantaloupe? Then they throw in like 3 blueberries, a few slices of under-ripe strawberries, and a grape or two.
Sorry for my melon rant. Moving on.
I’m on the green shake train. This the soul train, I swear. Give it a go.
I ran a hot, nasty, sweaty 10.75 mile run yesterday morning at noon. I’m taking Fridays off from work this summer because I have about 140 vacation hours to burn. So I now have a regularly scheduled mid-day run. It was supposed to be a morning run, but since I end up waking up around 9, then eating breakfast, I usually don’t get downtown until high noon—which is the ideal time of day to run in June in Charleston. 94° with 100% humidity. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger….?
Thus, recovery fuel is important.
I mixed up a medium sized banana, about 1/2 cup of frozen blueberries, almost a cup of frozen spinach, and a cup of unsweetened vanilla almond milk in my NutriBullet.
Best smoothie ever. This was delicious and gave me a shocking second wind. People say you can’t taste the spinach…they lie…I taste it (maybe because I use a lot more than they do), but it’s not a bad taste. This smoothie/shake tastes like fresh. I have to eat mine with a spoon. In a bowl. I tried to drink it in a large Tervis Tumbler (as pictured), but it’s way too hearty. I swear, it’s delicious. But drinking it in a glass or through a straw would be super gross. Just my opinion. Consider me the honest blogger. If it tastes good, I’ll let you know. But I won’t pretend that it takes some work to get to that point.
I hope I can still gather some followers. I’m sorry I bailed briefly. I need positive reinforcement. Give me a reason to blog, and I’ll jump at the opportunity to keep you entertained!
Hey guys! I apologize for my absence. I’ve been busy at work, distracted by life, etc.
All things are good, though. I just can’t find the time to sit down and blog. I think you know that about me by now. I can only juggle so many social media outlets at a time. I am totally dedicated to Facebook, since everything links back to it. But I’ve bailed on Twitter. Never jumped on Instagram. I have a LinkdIn account because I feel obligated. But I like to live life for real more than I like to record every moment. So please accept this as both and apology and a statement. The Whaley Daily…is a sham! We are NOT daily. We live life to the fullest on a daily basis…but we blog much less often.
Anyway…I raced today!
The Cooper River Bridge Run, 38th annual. 10K. BOOM!
I actually hate this race. There are SO many people. Upwards of 35,000. It’s insane. Of course, most of those people jog/walk, but still. So. Many. People….
My amazing company (Kiawah Partners!) paid for my entry, so I decided to run again this year. Last year, I ran and finished in 41:52. I was cool with that. But I’m me. So I had to do better this year.
I dread this run. I’ll run any 5K, no problem. But a successful 10K is a sprint the whole way. And there’s a daggum BRIDGE in this run, and it’s an uphill climb for almost a mile. Miserable, especially when facing a head-wind (which we were this year).
But I live it up. I have some fabulous family friends who provide a comfortable sanctuary for me the night before. They live in The Old Village, which is the neighborhood literally steps from the starting line. It’s less than a quarter mile from the action, so it’s the perfect warm up jog to the starting line. I stayed with them last night. We watched some tv, caught up, I was in bed by 11.
I woke up at 6:45 (sleeping in, since I normally wake up at 5 during the week). I messed around for a bit, took a shot of 5-Hour Energy, ate my Quest Bar (a little too late…like 7:15…oops) and bounced out the door.
I got to the start around 7:35. They make it sound like you have to be in your wave group at like 6:30. No. You can probably roll in at 7:55 and be just fine. No one is checking people in. I need to remember that. I’ll sleep til 7 next year.
So I stood there, freezing (it was right around 42°) for almost half an hour. I saw a few friends. My feet went numb. Awesome.
Finally, it was start time. I was in the “Competitive” wave, right behind “Elite”. We started at the same time though. Elite is at the front, only about 50 people, maybe? Then Competitive….a mix of real racers and people who lied on their race entry. You can look at a person and know they can’t run a sub 45 10K. People are idiots.
I was too far back. I knew it. But I don’t really have it in me to force myself to the front. So I just chilled. Annoyed. Smushed between a bunch of morons who wouldn’t break 48 minutes.
The gun went off, and thus began the dodging and dipping between all sorts of riff raf. I think I cut some guy off, because I heard: “WTF bitch?! WTF??? Damn, bitch!” Um, how about, MOVE. Either way, I beat him.
My first mile was 6:26. Ouch. My typical 5K first mile is right around 6 or 6:03. I usually go out strong, so this was a bit worrisome…
I missed the second mile time, but right after the second mile begins the incline on the bridge. This part is mental. You breath harder. You fight harder. It’s a climb. But it’s not hard. This is when I pass like 40 people. The wind was head on. It was cold. Not gonna lie…my feet were numb.
Once I hit the top of the bridge, the start of mile 4, I was golden. Straight shot downhill. I made up that first mile. I passed a few chicks (and dudes, but they don’t matter), and felt great. I got the feeling back in my feet sometime during the 4th mile. That was nice.
5th mile was good. I was comfortable, steady pace. But my time at the end of 5 was 33 something. I had a personal (crazy) goal of sub 40 minutes. So 33 was a panic number. The last mile was flat, but I was pretty spent. At the 6 mile mark, I knew I wouldn’t make a sub 40. That feeling kind of sucked. We know our limits. At least, I know mine, and I knew it wasn’t going to happen. However, it was clear I’d beat last year’s time.
And I did. Finish time was, officially, 40:51. Which is still awesome.
I have nothing to complain about. I beat last year’s 41:52 but a whole damn minute (and 1 second…)! Considering the conditions compared to last year too…the wind? The cold? Last year was like 62 and no wind. I dressed perfectly. I was comfortable during the run. Who is “comfortable” during a run like this!? But I can’t help but wonder….what if it was warmer and less windy? I can only imagine. I need to stop imagining. Next year, we’ll break 40. Mark my words…
This was a personal record. My best 10K to date, which is why I need to chill…I am excited but also not totally satisfied. ’Tis the plight of a runner…there’s always an excuse.. I HATE runners’ excuses. Even today. I was waiting at the finish, looking for friends, and there were people with “Elite” race numbers finishing WELL behind me, and they came in saying things like, “Sh!t. 45 minutes! That was a crappy course, WTF!???!” I was thinking….sweetheart, you are NOT an elite runner…nice try, though! Maybe I’m an oddball. But the only 2 excuses I approve of are: “the course wasn’t marked well” (which totally happens in small races) and “omg, it was a torrential downpour and my shoes took on water and I needed a paddle”.
I jogged to my parents’ house afterwards. The post-race party is not as fun as it should be. I had crap to do, so I didn’t feel like day drinking anyway. I’ve got a nice bottle glass of wine that I’m enjoying tonight which is divine!
This is the tail end of a 5-Hour Energy shot (runner’s high!)
And this is a taste of the reward:
A little Cabernet…
Happy Saturday night to you all! I am going to sleep like a damn baby who didn’t get a nap. I can’t wait.