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Mega spring/summer salad

Nothing puts spring in my step quite like knowing there’s something tasty waiting for me at the end of my workout.

Joe and I are training for the Drake Relays Half Marathon in order to get swimsuit ready for our trip to the Dominican Republic this May. It’s sort of working, because we’re doing a pretty good job of motivating each other to lace up the shoes and get in our miles and my clothes feel looser. The pizza from El Chisme we split after a Friday evening 10-miler and this amazing BLT-inspired gargantuan post-run salad, however, might not be hastening the slimming process.

Super yummy BLT inspired salad!

But it was SO GOOD. I played sous chef, chopping and washing the greens. Spinach and thinly sliced cabbage (left over from some delicious roast cabbage wedges we did for St. Patrick’s Day) were the base, and then we piled on chunks of watermelon, avocado, some little tomatoes, grilled green onion and asparagus and, of course, bacon. The dressing was a mix of Ranch and Greek yogurt, and the whole wheat pitas were toasted and sliced on the side.

I think we’ll continue to make some variation of this salad all summer long, with more seasonal ingredients. (Raise your hand if you can’t wait for roast sweet corn to make its triumphant return!) I could see adding some Feta, too.

As far as the training goes, we’re actually using a real plan this time. It’s one Joe found on his friend’s “Bad Angels Rules for Running” blog. I’ve felt pretty good on our long runs, but surprisingly it’s the mid-length runs that are hardest for me. I even wrote in to Coach Jenny to see if my bad form is going to destroy me now that I’m about to enter my late 20s. (And she answered!)

Are you a runner? What are your favorite post-run meals? When I was in Cross Country in high school, my best friend and I used to joke that any calories we consumed within 30 minutes of practice “didn’t count.” Ten years later, I’m still holding onto that myth!

Oh! And we’re starting seedlings for the first time, using the cool plant stand Joe spray painted and gave me as a gift. I love watching them sprout!

Sure hope we're doing this seedling thing right! This area gets lots of sun in the afternoon. We can never keep our window boxes alive.

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Sunday night syndrome

“Sunday night syndrome,” also known as the evening of dread before school/work/the one-two-punch of school and work. Luckily, I’m loving my new job. But starting Tuesday, I retreat back to the cave that is graduate school, where I have a semester of accounting for nonprofits (heart clutch! eye roll! plank fall!) and business ethics ahead of me. I really do enjoy challenging myself and learning new things, but I hate missing out on all of the events that fall on school nights.

There is light at the end of the tunnel, though:

And by light, I mean the crazy bright kind that requires big sunglasses and a sassy straw hat.

My best friend from college is getting married in the Dominican Republic in May! Joe and I will be packing up for our first ever beach vacation (the resort we’re staying at has a swim-up bar and everything), and so in addition to logging hours in class, I will be logging miles to get swimsuit ready. I’ll be running on my own and at events like this weekend’s Forey Fest 5K, a benefit for Des Moines favorite barefoot/mullet and kilt wearing runner, who was brutally beat in a bar fight and came out of a coma in time to celebrate with all of his concerned friends.

It’s shaping up to be a busy spring! I plan on doing the Drake Relays Half Marathon before we head to the beach. Maybe I should have waited until I crossed the finish line, but I already have my DR motivation suit, scored on clearance at Boden. Love the big polka dots and retro style.



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“Before and After” kind of a weekend

Friday night was false eyelashes and Prosecco and Saturday morning I was up to my chest in mud. Variety is the spice of life, right?

This marks my FIFTH fall in Des Moines, any I can feel a shift from annual events being yearly outings to them becoming time-honored traditions. It’s weird to not be the new kid anymore, but knowing how to pace myself in the holiday season is proving helpful. (Also, knowing the perfect places to park.)

This year, I threw my name into the proverbial hat to help out at my salon for the East Village Holiday Promenade — the start of the “shop local” winter season. All of the shops stay open late and serve treats and there are fireworks and (at least in the past there have been) carriage rides. It’s a cheerful evening. Typically, I hang out at Ephemera, but this year Salon Spa W was looking for ladies to serve refreshments and chat with guests and, in exchange, they’d do your hair and makeup and give you a gift card and goodie bag. How awesome is that? I realized that this was the perfect situation when, not only did a child ask if we were models or famous, but that by staying in one spot the whole night, I’d be guaranteed to see all of my friends. (Some of whom did not recognize me all glammed up!)

I am a total chair-hopper at Salon W because I know whoever cuts my hair is going to do an amazing job. But golf clap to Lindsay who managed to turn my above-the-shoulder tresses into a classy-meets-sassy updo. Gina was the genius who made me up without making me look super made up. It’s a fine balance and I felt like I looked like the best possible version of myself. I even called Joe down to the salon, telling him he’d probably never see me look this pretty again!

Yes, I admit to taking this with the built in computer camera, like a self-absorbed 16-year old.

Then on Saturday, we got up to run the Living History Farms Off-Road Race for the fifth time. We started in the back and got stuck behind a bunch of walkers, but we forged through and I felt way better than I have in years past. The balmy but not knife-in-the-lungs-freezing weather definitely helped! We both decorated shirts to say “EVERY YEAR IN SPAIN, THE BULLS GO RUNNING WITH FOREY” (adapted Chuck Norris fact) to show solidarity for the kooky-but-beloved “loincloth guy,” Forey, who was brutally beaten a few weeks before in a bar fight. He runs barefoot and has become an icon of the race.

I was tempted to try to keep my false eyelashes in place for the Saturday morning run. I think they really would have completed this look:

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Grand Blue Mile: I am not an elite runner

Thankfully, it stopped raining in time for me to break in my new shoes at The Grand Blue Mile — a (you guessed it!) mile long race along Grand Avenue in downtown Des Moines. I haven’t trained at all, but I figured it would be a good way to get into the Drake Relays spirit and kick off a spring of running. Thankfully, I achieved my goal of running sub-9, with an 8:39 finish.

Cool: You wear a chip timer and when you finish, you go to a kiosk where they print out a receipt with your time on it. I’ve never seen that before!

It’s too bad the weather wasn’t sunnier, but I think that meant even more delicious giveaways from the snack tents were left over for me. While I was stuffing my face, I watched some real talent cross the finish line.

Oh wait, wrong picture.

I’m excited to watch this tradition grow! Hopefully someday soon spectators will line the whole mile-long course.

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