Blame It On The Rain

Gotta blame it on something…

Nothing like starting your day with getting Milli Vanilli lyrics stuck in your head… am I right?

That’s what I said yesterday when my boss asked if I ran yesterday morning (we often compare workouts and such- this isn’t weird by any means).

The alarm went off. I did not get up. And fell back asleep to the lull of steady rainfall…. ahhhhh…

Looks like someone switched up their rest day… ;)

It didn’t help that it was just so cold and gloomy. The whole day. 

I thought it was spring?

This seems to be the complaint of the week.  I’ll hush up about it now. And try to bring a little color into your life.Better? Just a little? Fine. Be that way.

It made me feel better…

Anyway, the idea for the pepper and onion combo came from when my dear friend Mon gave me some focaccia flatbread to try. She wasn’t too hot on the garlicy butter flavoring it had.  And since I’ll try almost anything once (*almost* anything), I accepted the challenge!

After sautéing the peppers and onions in olive oil and balsamic, I piled them as high as I could on the focaccia flatbread. And covered them with mozzerella.And snuck in some chicken sausage I had leftover from a few days ago. Why not?

My mistake here was forgetting to toast the focaccia a wee bit before piling the sandwich. Why do I always do that???

At least I broke out the big guns to warm it up and smash it together like a panini.In case you forgot or don’t know, this is what a George Foreman knockoff looks like. With a sandwich in it. Woot.Melty cheese. It’s a beautiful thing.

And that would be organic broccoli from the Trader Joe’s freezer section peeking out from behind my panini. Yes, organic. What happened to their regular frozen broccoli? This has been causing me stress for weeks.

Seriously. It has. I love that people make a point of eating organic. But until there is a little more spending cash in my wallet (ie a little less debt in student loans), I don’t make a big deal out of eating either way. We’ll reassess this viewpoint in maybe a few more years… mmmk?

Until then, I’ll just have to remember to put it on the list of things I get at my local grocery store. Whatev.

And before we leave, I feel there are a few notes on yesterday’s post:

– I’m such a nerd for not even thinking to call them “taco cupcakes”. But I like it. So go make some…

– I followed up with my friend on if he was feeling better yesterday during the day. He did (because I know you were concerned). He also asked, “did I mention the whopper I had like an hour or two before the wings?”.

Damn metabolism.

Happy Hump Day, everybody! Unlike the night before, last night didn’t include much sleep. There’s a little stress. No worries- it’s good stress. But stress nonetheless.

What else does one expect? No one said growing up was easy. ;)

Travel Woes

Time for a Friday dance!!!

Or not. I’m actually attempting to save my energy. I’ve got a long run tonight.

Yep. That’s right. To plan around my little vacay that starts tomorrow, I planned a 9-mile run for tonight.

Feel free to say aloud “What where you thinking???”  Because I know I did.

This has been making me nervous all week. Usually, any run over 5 or 6 miles happens on a weekend directly after a night of sound sleep. Not after a day of work. 

Yesterday was a declared rest day for me. I slept well last night. I’ll be eating a solid lunch. So… BRING IT.


I guess?


Anyway… not a lot else going on (other than the recent reappearance of Hottie McHotterson the office suppy rep at work but that is definitely a story for another time). 

Realized last night as I was packing for Vegas that a bag would have to be checked.  Crap. That’s what I get for traveling when the weather is so up-in-the-air. I need jeans, but pack some shorts because it will be warm during the day. Oh this shirt would be cute, but bring a light sweater to go over it just in case. Flip flops will probably be used but if it gets a little cooler, bring some flats, too. 

Before I knew it, my carry-on (that really is too big to be one, but I pretend by smashing it into the correct size when it needs to be) was overflowing. No good.  Stupid luggage fees.

At least when I go back this summer for a bachelorette party, the dress code is pretty simple. All I have to pack are a few party dresses and swimsuits.  Bet I could almost backpack that trip… ;)

Oh the joys of airport travel…

At least I won’t starve to death while waiting for my flight. A recent report named a new Rick Bayless restaurant as one of the top 10 restaurants in airport terminals. Rick Bayless? Airport gourmet?  Really?

Although I try at all costs to avoid eating in the terminals.  Paying $8 for a mini cup of coffee a doll would scoff at makes me wince.

But it’s good to know that if desperate times call for desperate measures, I can dine in the lap of luxury. All while in my travel yoga pants.

TGIF. For reals.

Hello Wall

Here we are again, workout wall.  I would say it’s nice to see you. But it’s not. Sometimes the truth hurts.

Where did you come from? Because this is a very sudden and surprise visit.  Yes I’m annoyed.  A little warning would have been nice.  I have a job and a life and a schedule. Ruts like you are not allowed.  I don’t have the time or patience for your shenanigans.

Quite frankly, I was going to completely ignore you.  Pretend you don’t exist.  But after further review, a few of my associates thought this was a bad idea. So I decided to be accepting tolerant. Let you hang out for the rest of yesterday after I got home. Even today I’m taking the time away from the gym. For you. I’m not happy about it, but sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do.

I’m still holding a grudge, though. Thanks for ruining my workout yesterday.  Thank you for making me feel “off” the rest of the day. It was awesome.

Nooo… that’s not sarcasm at all… not at all…

You’re lucky that I had Modern Family to distract me.

And laundry to keep me busy.

And breakfast for dinner to comfort me.(Breakfast flatbread?  I dunno… but it was scrambled eggs, mushrooms, onions, and jalapenos topped with feta.)

You may have won this time. I’ll suck it up and admit defeat. But guess what? I slept in today. Almost 9 whole hours. How did that happen? Not sure, but you should know I am feeling pretty damn good.

So tomorrow?  It’s on. I’ll be back.  With a vengeance.

Peace Out,

Amy B

As Luck Would Have It…

… I got to the gym just in time yesterday. The girl on the good treadmill was finishing up when I walked in at 5:15 AM.  Victory!

But it’s possible that the real question in this scenario is, “what time did you get here and why are you so crazy???”

I still haven’t entered crazy zone (which I define as being up before 5:00 to go to the gym- I’m holding on to that 5:05 wakeup call for dear life).

Of course it’s not being ruled out (longer mid-week runs are heading my way), but right now I just can’t get myself to do it!

My point after all that rambling is that I got the desired treadmill without any issues.  Whew! Until yesterday, Wednesdays have been just a 3-mile run and strength. But we’re getting further into training and when I created the training plan, I decided throwing 4-milers into the mix at this point would be a good idea.

Good idea?  It’s much too early to tell at this point.  But I did it. 4 miles at 8:32 pace.

And just like Monday, because I refuse to get up any earlier, I waited until after work to fit in The Shred as my strength training.

Ok- scratch that. I skipped out on hanging out with Jillian Michaels last night. As luck would have it, I was just wiped.

However, attempts to make up for it were made through push ups and a few free weight exercises. Possibly during commercial breaks.  Take it or leave it…

As luck would have it, I was able to enjoy the rest of my spicy peanut sauce pasta over lunch yesterday.A lovely lunch was had by finding a window seat and pretending I’m getting an adequate amount of vitamin D while reading up on Chicago’s aging population. I sure know how to have one hell of an exciting lunch…

Oh sunshine. I just wish I could actually feel you again.

Yet another reason I’m counting down days until my Vegas vacation…

And yes, I do read Crain’s (Chicago Business) along with my favorite Chelsea Handler books. It’s important to be well-rounded like that.

By the way, thanks for all the comments on yesterday’s postMadeline and Leah both commented on how they think their whole existence is an “oops” moment.  I laughed out loud. Then realized I qualify for that classification, too. ;)

As luck would have it, today is my rest day. Judging from my lack of energy to finish up the strength training last night, it’s safe to say I might need it. 

Enjoy the day, everyone- I’ll be lounging at home tonight watching my Thursday night lineup.  Ahhhh….

An Amy Day

The electricity in my apartment went off yesterday.  Again. Thankfully, it came on right as I was getting home from work.

Did I mention I’m magic?

Had the electricity not gone on, I would have been in quite the situation. Because I was having a rest day and had nothing else to do. Other than clean. And that would have been just as impossible. Shucks.

But let’s not dwell- it did go on and I got my relaxed night on the couch. Catching up with “my programs”. That included a glass of Merlot and this:I had to run by the grocery store after work and all day had been craving a turkey wrap in the worst way.

This is a chicken wrap. I was at the deli counter, had him pull out the honey roasted turkey, put it in the slicer and- WAIT! Spotted the honey bbq chicken. I want it instead, if that’s ok.  I’m sorry… did you start slicing?  No… ok- I’ll have the chicken.  No- not along with the turkey, instead of the turkey.  Yes, you can put the turkey back.  I want the chicken.  No, not that one, the one above it… yeah, that’s the one!  Same amount… just the chicken, though.  Thanks…

I’m so awkward at the deli counter.

I’m so awkward at ordering food in general.  Please tell me I’m not the only one???

In the wrap, I included spinach (green is important!), avocado (green is still important!), onion and a little General Tsao sauce. And a nice pair of balls. Of the sweet potato variety, people. It may be Friday, but let’s try not to be too crude this early in the morning… :)

Because I was still in Thursday night mode, I was in bed early.  So lame considering today is my day off!

That’s right. I took today off. No major reason. I just really needed one.  A refresher. An Amy day, if you will. Because let’s face it- the winter doldrums will get to ya if you don’t fight it.

This is my way of fighting it.

Anyway, it’s no surprise I woke up early. This didn’t bug me- I have time for a nap later (and WILL take it).

Up with the sun I was. And off to the gym (I really know how to party).

Because I know what my plans are for tonight, there was an executive decision made to switch my long run to this morning instead of wait until tomorrow.  It’s not like I have a super strict schedule going on…

It was 7:30 when I stepped on the treadmill (told you it was weirdly early) and 8:30 when I stepped off. That left room for a quick warm-up, run and cool-down. My actual run was 6 miles (as according to plan) at an 8:38 pace.

I would like to thank Cage the Elephant, The Killers, and Kanye West for this particular run.  You boys kept me going.  So… thanks!

Even though it’s a day off, there are a few things to take care of. So ummm… time to go be productive for a while.

Guess I have to do something to earn the nap, right?Rock on, ya’ll.  Happy Friday.  :)

$2 Sushi

Thanks for not making me feel so crazy about my super early trip to the gym.  Usually, I just lay there and wait for sleep to come back.  But after an hour and a half?  I’m not patient enough for that.

It’s funny how I was so determined to not screw with my first day of training. Because last night was a different story completely.

Well- really I just switched out rest days.  Usually, Thursday is my night off from the gym (it’s not a coincidence that Thursdays happen to be the best tv night of the week), but took last night off instead.

Why? Because some girls were craving a decent happy hour.

Last week, Megan sent out an email to a group of friends about a special Ai Sushi does called $2 Tuesdays. It didn’t take much convincing for me to agree to go.

I may have even thrown in a “hell yeah!” and a “hooray!”.

In a sleepless state, I’m easily excitable.

The “slab” of birthday cake I had while celebrating another office birthday probably didn’t help with the overusage of “!!!!”, either.What all do you get for $2?  Well… check out the email she received about what they do every Tuesday:One of everything, please!

No seriously, that’s what we did.  There was a limit of 2 per person… there were 5 of us… let’s fill up the table!

It worked out well. They were small plates, but a little of everything easily gave me a decent dinner.  All of us made comments about how good it all was.  All of it! 

My favorite was the calamari. Best I’ve had.  But also, the last time I had it was at 2:00 in the morning at a bar. A sports bar. So I assume the quality of it was substantially lower than the goodness I had last night.

We were busy chatting it up all night, but still able to get in a quick group shot after we bribed the guy taking care of coat check:Considering I generally dislike Tuesdays, this was a nice way to end the day.

We’ll just pretend the wreck on the expressway wasn’t the actual way my night ended.  Nope. Especially because I rarely ever opt for the expressway.  Like I’ve said before, my body seems to think sleep is overrated, so there was really no point in making a big fuss.

Any big sushi fans out there?  I like trying new places, but sushi spots I usually go off of recommendation with- nothing sucks more than bad sushi (I should also throw out there to never order it from the Student Center on a college campus- be prepared for issues).

Have a great Hump Day! I’ve been swamped these days, so hopefully work will make the day fly and help me NOT notice the massive amount of cake leftover in the break room from yesterday’s office birthday festivities…

A Trip To The Dentist

Can I just say I’m really glad I’m not the only one out there who can’t do a pull-up?  For a minute there, I was afraid I’d have to start practicing.

Or not.  Like I said, it doesn’t bother me so much. 

What does bother me is that some peeps are trying to tell me my zodiac sign has changed whereas others tell me it’s staying the same.  Screw that noise.  Leo for life, biatches.

Whatever.  It’s FRIDAY!

It’s my rest day. And the girlies have a movie night in the works.  All good things, yes?

Well.  It will be after another hour or so for me.  As this gets published, I’m probably heading to the dentist.

I hate the dentist.  Hence the reason I put off this appointment for so long. Even if it’s just a cleaning. I chew a lot of gum, eat candy, and slack majorly at flossing.  Mr. Dentist and I might as well be enemies.

Anyways, to keep you entertained, I thought I’d bring up the fact that Chef Katelyn was so kind as to tag with me a blogger award…

Anyways, the rules include listing a few random things about yourself.  I’ve done this a few times, but who am I to not add a little more randomness to your day?  ;)

1. I hold writing utensils wrong.  Not sure why this was never corrected?  My mom totally blames my kindergarten teacher.  This is yet another one of those things (like the ability to do a pull-up) that doesn’t bother me.  Because seriously… how much work do I not do on the computer?

2. Even though I feel fine speaking in front of a crowd, sometimes my hand still shakes like crazy.  It’s like all the hidden anxiety gets channeled through it.  Weird.

3. When I was little, I wanted to grow up to be a marine biologist.  Just like every other kid in the world.  Because we all wanted to swim with the dolphins.  Don’t lie- you wanted to be one, too.

4. My first kiss happened when I was 15.  It was in the school play.  We had stopped right before “the big kiss” every single time before, but on this particular run-through, the kid dipped and laid one on me with no warning.  Romantic, I know.  Funny thing is, I had just acquired my first boyfriend and got my first *real* kiss on opening night of that play (after being accosted multiple times by the original non-boyfriend kiss offender).

5. I’ve never been to Vegas.  But it seems this year I’ll be going twice in a three-month span. Go big or go home, right?  Holla’.

Question of the day:  Does anyone actually know someone who ended up actually being a marine biologist?  And do they swim with dolphins?


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