I should probably change the title of this blog to Shut Up and Rehab, (thanks, Rick!), but whatever. Yesterday I was in the pool running for 53 minutes (not that I’m counting minutes). Today the bike trainer and I had a date for 62 minutes. I’ll top it off with 60 minutes of yoga tonight. After a village of massage therapists, physical therapists, yogis, doctors and blog encouragers, the hip is feeling a bit looser. Progress!
I also got a free Starbucks for waiting in line so long, a dollar off at the wine store for knowing the cashier and a boatload of Athleta stuff in the mail. Life could be worse. Way worse:
(the design to the right is what’s on the jacket)
Moving on. I noticed a theme going on around here. If you don’t remember what a theme is from high school English class
you’re a moron - a theme in literary terms is, “an implicit or recurrent idea.”
The implicit or recurrent idea I am facing this week is nuts. If you prefer, you can say balls, but no teabags allowed here.
I struggle with breakfast. Nothing ever seems to satisfy. Eggs give me the runs. I get looked down on if I eat donuts. Oatmeal is just that – oatmeal. And don’t get me started on toast. I finally found my new favorite breakfast, and it is this:
I know. They are so 70s. Grape Nuts have been around since I was a fetus. I’m pretty sure they were served on the Mayflower. That was the best joke ever.
I can’t eat just an ordinary bowl of Grape Nuts because it hurts my jaw. Way too much crunching going on, and certainly not a grab-and-go kind of thing. Ever tried to eat a bowl of Grape Nuts quickly? It’s impossible. My solution has been to warm up my nuts.
1/2 cup Grape Nuts
1/3 cup milk
1 t brown sugar
Put into a bowl and microwave for 1 minute. You get nice, soft, warm nuts. That’s what she said.
My brother is coming to town next weekend from D.C. My nephews are determined that we will all go out for Rocky Mountain Oysters. I have no problem with that. I love a good entrée of deep fried bull testicles. You could deep fry a dog wiener and it would taste good too.
This week it was Ken’s birthday. He turned 21 (plus 24).
He doesn’t ask for much, so when he mentions an item he might want, I pay attention.
This month Runner’s World reviewed some classy underwear - the Men's O Series BoxerJock® 3" Bottoms by Under Armour. Ken said he wanted some pairs. I know not why these are called the “O” series, but if the “O” refers to that kind of “O” then these should be selling like hotcakes. Guaranteed “O” with purchase. (Ken loves these by the way. That’s my review).
In trying to find these babies, I did the logical thing and went to the Under Armour website. That’s when things got a bit pornographic. Nuts/package galore:
Hello supersize! I mean, seriously? What crawled in there, a softball? A rocky mountain oyster or two? And who modeled for this? (keep the Kovas jokes to yourself).
My questions for you. Please answer all or none:
- Ever had Rocky Mountain oysters? What types of testicles were they? Prairie dog, sheep, bull, Under Armour?
- Do you use a specific workout when you’re on the trainer?
- What’s your go-to favorite breakfast food?