235ish

Officially, I checked into the Pro Club 235 times in 2010. This includes all locations – Seattle, Bellevue and my favorite, the Performance Center.

I say "235ish" because the system doesn't differentiate from the times I've checked in for random 20/20 appointments or to pick up lunch or run some other errand. I figure that's maybe 20 or so times, so really, my total workout check-ins is likely closer to 200.

But that isn't the whole picture. I traveled a lot between February and June, plus from mid-February until mid-May, spent every Saturday I was home with my marathon training group. My real workout number is higher, closer to around 300. It really doesn't matter where I am, at home, halfway around the world, a hotel or friends' house - the reality is that I spend 6 days a week working out in some capacity.

Am I addicted? Nah…

This is a test.

Because it's Christmas Day, and I care, I thought that I'd leave you with a few foodie pics.

First, from Momfuku when I was in New York in November: apple pie cake truffles. These don't look like much, but were insanely delicious. It was like a ball of cheesecake and apple pie and cake all rolled into two bites. I loved these much, I emailed the restaurant for the recipe. No dice. "Maybe when our new cookbook comes out next year."

And second, day 1 of the two-month limoncello making process. Fairly simple, steep vodka and lemon zest in a cool, dark place for several weeks. Strain, add simple syrup and let mature in the freezer for a few more weeks. It turned into limoncello slushy (all about proportions), but was still very, very drinkable. A week ago, I brought the finished product into work for a holiday party, where disaster struck. The cheap Rubbermaid container slipped out of my hand while I was carrying it into the kitchen, hit the floor, the top came off and part of the container busted off…limoncello was all over the carpet, splashed on the wall. I managed to save about a cup, which we enjoyed. The hallway still smells like limoncello. And no, I didn't call facilities; the building is going to be gutted in a few weeks, so I figured it was my farewell gift to the spirit of the building 4.

Dear Santa -

All I really want for Christmas is some healing magic for that torn tendon in my right foot. I have some runs on my calendar - Vancouver half in May, Seattle Rock & Roll full in June, Ragnar in July, maybe the Medoc full in September, plus boot camp and a running club to join - and really, really want to be healthy.

The cortisone shots aren't working (and yes, I know, those box jumps and one legged hops in sports conditioning may not be optimal healing-promoting exercises), so maybe the acupuncture will help? I'd really like to avoid the boot, and even more than that, really, really want to avoid going under the knife.

So Santa, can you help? I promise to leave cookies and a spritz out for you.

thanks,
schelley

And I'm back.

Technical issues sort of solved. Thank you Richard!

Most importantly, mentally, I think I'm ready to start blogging again.

Here we go!