Ok. This is another book review post, but I felt as though I’ve been neglecting telling you about my workouts as of late, so I’m going to do a quick re-cap with where I’ve been in this arena recently. Right now I’m taking it a bit easy, mostly playing with my kids, and chasing them around the park. I’m working back into a walking program to rest areas requiring healing. I do, however, have a long-term goal.
It’s a sprint-distance tri. 15k bicycle, 3.1 mi run (5K) and a 1/2 mile open-water swim. I am good-to-go with the swimming and the running. I could hit those distances half-asleep while doing a keg stand. (Though that is highly ill-advised.) It’s that third bit. That bit on the two wheels. Jesus, Mary, and all of the Saints, I’m terrified. (Is it Saints or saints? Any hagiographers read my blog?) I don’t have a fear of riding, so much as a total-and-utter fear of crashing and dying. I’m a New Yorker. Do you have any idea how many white-painted bicycles dot street corners to memorialize the death of a bicyclist? MORE THAN A FEW. The crazy thing is that I am friends with MANY triathletes. I am friends with honest-to-gods IRONMEN/WOMEN. My sibling equivalent does a century ride every year to raise $$ for MS. The man? Bicycles were his PRIMARY-FORM of transport all through his teens, and most of his twenties. Here is my history with bicyles. In bullet-points.
- I learn to ride between ages 7-9
- It was a yellow bicycle with a banana seat
- my sister spray-painted my bicycle red
- the banana seat remained
- I wore no helmet, ever.
- I fell off said bicycle coming down the hill near my house. It hurt.
- I fell into a ditch near my house. This too, was painful
- I got a new 10-speed huffy when I was tenish.
- It was pink
- I fell off of the Huffy in the woods behind my brother’s friend’s house. It hurt.
- There was no poison ivy, but there was a raspberry bush.
- It was like falling into the vagina dentata of thorny bushes–bloody and full of teeth
- My desire to ride upon two wheels was castrated.
- I no longer had biking balls.
My siblings routinely made fun of my bicycling abilities, though their own injuries made mine look tame in comparison. Namely, my older sister put her teeth through her lip. That had to hurt. But I could not ride without hands, or apparently, without injury. I was strictly a “hands on the bars, ride the brake” rider. Apparently that latter bit is muy malo. I lay the blame for the majority of my injuries on fear and ADHD. A potent combination. I was constantly gripping the brakes, and constantly distracted. You can see how that could go terribly wrong.
So now I’ve been set up by a viking and a highlander to do this tri. I may use training wheels. There’s a possibility of using a Flintstone’s style motorcycle, all wide-stone wheels and foot propulsion. A pink Big Wheels is also under consideration. One thing I can tell you is that I WILL NOT BE CLIPPING IN. I “clip-in” at spin. At spin, if I fall off, I fall onto a mat. I am covered in shame, and perhaps the sweat of the rider next to me, but not blood and viscera.
So it is written, so it shall be.
575 words. Gif break? Gif break.
Onto the sexy. And by sexy, I mean words on pages.
I’ve read several books in the past week that I’ve really liked. None so much as this one:
To be 100% Honest, The first 20-40 pages, I wasn’t truly into it, so I put it down, read The Book of Life (which we know I adored) And then I had a bit of reader’s hangover/ennui. After a few days, I picked up Landline again, and really set-in for a readathon.
Ohallofthefucks was my initial hesitation stupid. I found myself absorbed in a sea of beautiful prose. I was overcome with a hesitation to continue, lest it end too soon. Yet, I couldn’t stop myself from burning through page after page like a vengeful Savanarola. The story pulled upon every heartstring in my soul’s violin, and wrenched from it a brutal concerto of elation and melancholy. I once again found myself tweeting passages to a friend who also read the book. I was overwhelmed with the desire to simply “share” in the experience of it.
*tweeted to @JustLeahFelts
So, what’s it about?
From the blurb:
Georgie McCool knows her marriage is in trouble. That it’s been in trouble for a long time. She still loves her husband, Neal, and Neal still loves her, deeply — but that almost seems beside the point now.
Maybe that was always beside the point.
Two days before they’re supposed to visit Neal’s family in Omaha for Christmas, Georgie tells Neal that she can’t go. She’s a TV writer, and something’s come up on her show; she has to stay in Los Angeles. She knows that Neal will be upset with her — Neal is always a little upset with Georgie — but she doesn’t expect to him to pack up the kids and go home without her.
When her husband and the kids leave for the airport, Georgie wonders if she’s finally done it. If she’s ruined everything.
That night, Georgie discovers a way to communicate with Neal in the past. It’s not time travel, not exactly, but she feels like she’s been given an opportunity to fix her marriage before it starts . . .
Is that what she’s supposed to do?
Or would Georgie and Neal be better off if their marriage never happened?
There’s really nothing to add to that without revealing plot points that would decrease one’s pleasure in reading the story.
In Landline, Rainbow Rowell manages to effortlessly blend magical realism into an all-too-real plot with devastatingly real characters. Her world-building and character growth will rightly shut the mouths of any critic wary of reading a book penned by a woman who was previously most-known for her Young Adult novels. (Which are also quite amazing.) One will spend a good portion of the book with their heart in their throat, and tissues against their eyes and nose.
Now? The recipe I promised you on Monday.
Chocolate Almond Spread. AKA non-sketch ingredient vegan Nutella.
Vegan Chocolate Almond Spread
Vegan Chocolate Almond Spread
Prep Time: 10 minutes
Keywords: blender appetizer condiment side snack dessert dairy-free gluten-free kosher paleo soy-free vegan vegetarian
- 1 cup roasted, salted, almonds
- 2 oz of your favorite vegan dark chocolate bar (newman’s or endangered species are my favorite.)
- 1 oz coconut oil, liquid state
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
- 1 tbsp cocoa powder
- 1 tbsp coconut milk (full-fat from the can)
melt the chocolate bar
combine with remaining ingredients
blend in food pro
if needed, add a bit more melted choc or oil to smooth out.