Monthly Archives: March 2014

Tomayto Tomahto

I didn’t figure out that not everyone could read music until I was in my twenties.

Apparently it has taken until my thirties to figure the same about triathlons.

The idea of going for a swim, bike and a run with Sharpie-inked numbers marked up and down my arms and calves is not foreign to me. Though I’ve been woefully nonathletic for several years now, I’ve registered for a triathlon which takes place in six weeks. It’s only a sprint distance, so it’s really no big deal, but people go nutso when they hear about it.

I must remember that a triathlon to some is like Scuba diving to me.

That is, no way no how.

Give me a tri any day over underwater pressure and compressed air. Now THAT’s my kind of terrifying.

Kitchen fails

I love to cook. I have a menu board in my kitchen which I fill out every weekend after finalizing our meal plan for the week. Seriously.

(You should try it. It makes grocery shopping and meal prepping so much easier and also healthier and also cheaper).

Week-day meals are generally pretty good; we tend to stick to the dishes that are in regular rotation at our house. Things like homemade meatballs, cod-au-gratin, homemade soup and sandwiches or macaroni and cheese. But just in case you think I’m all Martha Stewart/Nigella Lawson over here, I must confess I’ve made two crappy suppers in a row now.

Saturday night was “Enchiladas” wherein I attempted to make my own corn tortillas. Every recipe I read emphasized the importance of a tortilla press. I do not own a tortilla press. So that was one hot mess. What a waste of cheese.

Tonight I made cauliflower wings (which were delicious, as usual: equal parts buttermilk+flour, plenty of garlic or garlic powder and a tablespoon of melted butter. Chop cauliflower into bite-sized pieces. Pour batter overtop, mix to coat, let stand awhile, bake at 375 for 20min or so, remove from oven, toss in favourite sauce – bbq, teriyaki, etc. – and pop back in the oven for a few minutes).

I also made a honey-herbed chicken, which was bland. I know it’s bad when nobody goes for seconds.

A week ago I made a terrible quinoa+chicken+broccoli casserole. Another waste of cheese! Turns out, nobody likes quinoa only me. I ate the leftovers for the next four days.

The week before THAT, I tried making lasagne for supper on Saturday. Except lasagne takes an hour in the oven, and it was coming on bedtime before I had it ready to go. So we ended up ordering pizza. Which is an epic fail in itself, because we generally make our own. (Sylvia at first didn’t want to eat it, and then couldn’t understand the why or the how of somebody bringing pizza to our door.)

Swimming again

The local swimming pool has a 200-km challenge where you register to swim 200km in two years. If you finish the distance within the allotted time, you get a towel! And presumably your name etched in one of their exterior bricks. No? Okay, just the towel then.

I’ve been trying to go at least once a week, twice when I can manage it, on my lunch break. So far I’ve done six km in three weeks, which would put me on track to finish 200 in two years. I started about six weeks after everyone else, so I have some catching up to do.

All the same, I’ve taken about six minutes off my 1000m time already. I’m not going to see that kind of drastic improvement in the next three weeks, obviously, unless I start swimming so fast the clock goes backwards.

And it’s not about speed or personal bests. It’s about how quickly I can squeeze a workout into my absolutely nutso schedule. Today I managed to swim 1000m, shower, dress and get back to work in under 40 minutes, despite a woman hogging the only change room mirror the entire time I was trying to get ready.

I’ve committed myself to a triathlon in May (sprint distance) so I should probably get out for a jog or a ride sometime soon. Maybe when the temperature gets above -20!