Pardon the interruption

I know it’s been a while since I last wrote here on Run, Nikki, Run – and it may be a bit before I can actually get back to blogging regularly.

Life’s been pretty topsy-turvy of late, and there are some big changes a-coming which I am so very excited to share and make a part of this blog, so please just bear with me until The Big Reveal.

Merci beaucoup!


Running with the devil

I did it! We did it!

Yesterday, the fella and I had to take our walk during the day since we had plans with friends last night and knew that our nocturnal walking (our prefered time what with this summer’s record temps … and maybe because we’re vampires …) would most likely not end up happening.

We had been talking on the way to the levee where we like to get our walk on about how, since we’ve been doing this a while (both when we’re together and when we’re apart), that maybe it’s time to kick it up to the next level. So me, being the brave soul that I am who’s trying to continue her momentum and push herself to new heights, said I was ready to give running longer than a minute a try again, so the fella suggested that we walk .25, run .25 for the duration of our four-mile trek.
On a day that was 90 degrees, humid and sunny, by the way.

We started walking, and when we hit .25, we started jogging side by side. I loved that we were doing it together, our feet hitting the pavement with the same cadence, or so I think because after about 30 seconds, all I could hear was the pounding of what must have been my dying heart in my chest and my lungs gasping for what surely was their last breath.

I quit the first round before the halfway mark, croaking for the fella to continue on, that I’d catch up when he stopped. We did that cat-and-mouse game for most of the walk, and though I never did finish a full .25, I came thisclose – which is that much closer to my goal.

I guess I could say I had a good Satanday workout … get it? Get it?

Sure, I’m embarrassed as all get out that he had to see me wuss out like five times, but he was so very encouraging – and inspiring. I was jealous to see him, in the perfect form he’s had since his high-school track-star days striding ahead of me like a champion without stopping because it’s just second nature for him, but I’d catch my breath, and force myself to go on, to cross the next .25 marker jogging, not walking.

It was a great walk/run, and by the end of it all, I actually ended up running a total of one full mile, which I am so proud of.
The fella logged a 1.25 mile run and was never so far ahead of my walking that he had to wait very long for me to catch up. So I guess I’m not a total wuss, right?? 

After we got in the car and waited for the AC to wash over us like the showers we so desperately needed, I plugged my info into My Fitness Pal and found out that my interval excursion blasted exactly 666 calories.

I’ll raise a devil horn to that!


Resolution check: July

Well, I was determined to get back on track in July, and back on track I did get, exercising 23 of the month’s 31 days.

I went to the gym a bunch, did some pilates and yoga at home and walked an astounding (for me, mind you) 48.6 miles over the course of the month – including some monstrous hills in Long Island – in the hellish heat that has been rampant this summer here on the East Coast.
And those are only the miles that I kept track of! I had a big walk around New York, did countless miles on the treadmill and wandered the scene when the Vans Warped Tour came to town (my least favorite walking of it all, by the way). 

August is off to a great start with a fantastic 30 minute jaunt on the treadmill, a one-pound loss and my 25th day in a row logging into My Fitness Pal. My next goal is getting that retched scale down at least five more this month.

What’s your goal for August?


Miso a Vixen in the Kitchen!

After buying mellow white miso paste a few weeks back, I came home from work tonight with the intent to make, you guessed it, miso soup.

I’d been craving miso soup like all get out lately, so before last night’s visit to my local grocer, I consulted Robin Robertson’s “Vegan Planet” cookbook that a former coworker had kindly sent my way when I started this wanting-to-go-veg journey. In it, right there on p. 76, was a recipe for miso soup with tofu and baby spinach I’d been meaning to make since the book entered my possession.

Armed with all my needed ingredients, I set out to make the soup, expecting some sort of catastrophe like the first time I made quinoa the other night (don’t you dare ask!), but just about 20 minutes later, dinner was served!

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And it was so. damn. good! And filling to boot! Plus, I got to use my fancy Chinese soup spoons!
Because I was craving them, too, I added part of a bundle of buckwheat noodles to my bowl before putting the soup in, but they really weren’t necessary.

There was so much to love about this recipe, how the mushrooms added such a hearty quality to the broth, that I was eating tofu but it wasn’t my old stir-fry standby, the wilted spinach which is always yummy and then there was that taste of the miso, mmm.
Its smell was very much like beer to me, by the way. Weird – or isn’t it?

I plan on having the soup for breakfast tomorrow and have enough leftover for lunch and dinner as well. It was so simple that it’s definitely going to become a standby in my fridge for just in case.

If you have “Vegan Planet,” what should I make next??