Wednesday, October 26, 2011
As I'm trying to type this post, tears are uncontrollably running down my face and I can not see.
I used to be a rock. Now I realize that I am not.
I used to be able to withstand anything. But now I know I am at my limit.
I used to be embarrassed to cry in front of others. This week I broke down in front of everyone in my personal and professional life. I'm not going to apologize.
In a twisted turn of events we lost our sweetly sensitive 8 year old dog. The way it went down was totally unfair and fucked. We may never know why and that makes it all the bit harder.
Jeff and I spent every penny we had but could not save her. Let me assure you that it was more than two carbon hardtails worth. I almost cashed out my 401k today to keep her alive, but Pepper's body couldn't fight the good fight.
We are flat broke now. I really don't even care. Money seems pretty meaningless.
When she left this earth, Jeff and I were whispering sweet nothings in her ear....with promises of tennis balls and squirrels when she got to the other side.
The house is so quiet that it is completely unbearable.
To me she was that one in a million dog that oozed with herding dog sweetness.
I fear that there is more tragedy of the human variety waiting around the corner for us. So Jeff and I will probably be off the grid for a while.
See you in a few weeks.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
|Pork Stuffed Peppers with Squash Puree|
|Pork Tenderloin stuffed with apples, cinnamon and honey, topped with Pecash Butter Glaze|
|Smoked Paprika Chicken Thighs with Roasted Onions and Brussel Sprouts|
|Eggs with Vegetables, Sweet Potatoes, Fruit and Almond Butter-Banana Pancakes|
|Paleo Nutty Cookies|
Sunday, October 16, 2011
|Photo by Loren Beyer|
|Photo by Niki Frazier|
|Photo by Niki Frazier|
Most people are hanging up their mountain bike shoes and calling it a season. Not me. I'm a glutton for punishment. Yesterday I made my way over to Badger Prairie and signed up for my first WCA Cyclcross race of the year. I wish I could say I was the Little Engine That Could.
But really, I was the Little Engine That Couldn't. The Little Engine who exploded into 1000 pieces and barely made it to the finish line....full of pain, fury and a jersey full of spit and snot.
Getting dropped on the start line makes for a really long 45 minute race. A flat, fast, windy, open, non-technical course doesn't really do a scrappy mountain biker like myself any favors. Catching back on to the pack was near impossible, but I gave it my best shot. Sitting in 8th (a.k.a DFL), I was somehow able to weasel my way into 7th after the first lap or two.
So I sat there, lap after lap, pounding on the pedals, heart singing to the tune of 180+ bpm...wondering why I didn't call it a season after Sheybogan. Thinking all kinds of negative thoughts in my head like - this hurts, I suck, I hate cyclocross, bike racing is stupid. I could go on, but I think you get the point.
On my last lap I finally pulled up behind the racer in 6th place. I sat on her wheel though a few turns and let myself recover. She decided to ride around the sand pit while I rode right through it. Boom, I was ahead of her. My excitement was short lived, as she stood up on the pedals and made her way right back to my wheel...and was past me in an instant. I chased her up the run up, onto the road, into the prairie and inevitably crossed the finish line behind her. 7th out of 8th on the day. Not impressive, but I gave it my mountain biker all.
The amazing thing about Cyclcross is during the race you hate it and vow to never do it again. But when it's over you suffer from a major case of amnesia, forget how terrible it was and think about how awesome it would be to do it again.
My amnesia must be in full effect because I'm already excited about winding it up for the double header next weekend. Thank you sir, may I have another?
Friday, October 7, 2011
The Bachnessmonster has resigned himself to the possibility that he might be gluten intolerant. How many stages of grief are there? Shock, Denial, Anger? I'm really not sure, but I think we've finally arrived at Acceptance. For the month of October we are officially on the Paleo Diet (I'm really viewing it as an elimination diet).
|Vino at the Tornado Room|
So last weekend we hit the town and said goodbye to some of our favorite foods....at least for one month. Goodbye protein pancakes and sprouted english muffins. I'll see you in 30 days. No, don't be silly. I'm not giving up my wine. Now that would just be crazy.
|What the hell is Dragon Fruit? I'm still not sure.|
Jeff said a very sad farewell to his beloved bread, beer and potato chips. But we spent some time grocery shopping and spicing up our food repertoire a little. Trying things like Dragon Fruit was a new experience for both of us.
|Dinner on Tuesday night.|
I really don't feel deprived eating this way and scarfing down a significant volume of food is seriously in my wheelhouse. It's great. I might have to go back to tracking my calories/carbs to make sure I'm eating enough and fueling my workouts. Out of the box, the Paleo Diet can be a bit lowish carb if you are not cognizant of what is going in the pie hole. After all, if I'm going to take a beating in the WCA cyclocross series this fall, I don't want it to be because I didn't eat enough bananas or sweet potaotes. I'll take my beatings fair and square like a big girl.
Eating this way is really not very different from my typical routine. Just a few tweaks here and there. Two weeks of not riding the bike and one week of the Paleo diet, should make She-Vegas very interesting.