χαιρε, Athens: wrapping up a month in Greece.

After nearly 30 days in Greece, I fly home on Thursday to the city of brotherly love. I can already tell it’s going to take me a long time to “unpack” this month (owing not just to the 50 pounds of clothing I brought so I wouldn’t have to worry about laundry..). As intense as my language and paleography courses were— my Greek was NOT up to the level it needed to be when I landed— I know I’ll go home to my Classical authors not only with a new appreciation for just how freakin’ tough the Greek language can be, but also for the Classical era in general.

The course I took actually focused on the Medieval period/Byzantine Greek, which is far, far more different from Classical language and culture than I had anticipated. For every author or vocabulary word I recognized, there were, quite literally, scores of them whom and which I wouldn’t have been able to pick off of a Greek police line. Talk about humbling. Not only were the other students in my class true Greek fanatics— I’m more of a “Latinist” by nature— but their fascination with and vast knowledge of a completely different period of time stunned me in my ignorance. As I asked in an Instagram post, “Who invited the classicist to the Byzantine party…?” Truer words had never been typed. Talk about a fish out of water.

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There’s something so pure to be gained in these types of situations, although two weeks ago I probably would have told you to eat sand if you comforted me with this fact. Through discomfort, comes growth. I’ve known this for a while now, as I encountered some of the toughest years of my life living abroad in England and attending a year of university there, as well as adjusting to teaching a few years ago with a soul-crushingly-busy schedule. More than anything, I’ve found that— especially during extended stays in other countries— I really come to know myself, in all my faults, limits, and abilities. While they always seem hellish at the time, I am perpetually thankful for experiences like these, when I am pushed outside of my boundaries, forced to self-reflect and adapt (or perish! Just kidding). So, as I sit in my little apartment recovering from what was my first bout of food poisoning ever (thanks, Thessaloniki…I’ll always remember you fondly), some thoughts on this past month:

I am not a Hellenist. Latin will always be my first love, and landing in Rome always sets my heart ablaze. However, Greek language and ancient Greek history will ever compliment and inform my study of Roman past— the two are as interconnected as heart and lungs. And now that I’ve cleared (at least some of) the sheen of dust from the “Classical Greek” folder in my brain somewhere, I intend to foster it with meticulous energy in the pursuit of a more balanced approach to Classics in general. Despite my love for Rome, I don’t think I’ll soon forget walking right past the ropes blocking off the Parthenon from the general public and exploring a beleaguered, iconic piece of Greek history.

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I can truly, truly appreciate what it feels like to look at a text and say, “I really don’t know where to begin.” Having taught only upper-level Latin and not Greek for years now, I have had the really strange experience of picking up a text and reading Latin, fluidly and fluently. Although in class my students would express total confusion, or claim to be intimidated by a text, I admit that I didn’t “get” it. 10+ years of reading Latin and grappling with the language on a nearly daily basis had paid off for me, and I needed a pretty swift kick in the ass to remember that my students are not there yet. They will be, but only with time and effort. So when I looked at my professors not a few times during this month with tears of frustration in my eyes, drawing a complete and total “blank,” and needing their step-by-step guidance through one measly sentence, I can say I will return to the classroom enriched and humbled for having really struggled.

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Translating 101: at least five tabs open, a notebook scrawled with 20+ pages of vocabulary, and a bottomless pit of coffee. Tried and true for 2+ millennia (in various forms…).

I was in Greece during what will most likely turn out to be a singularly transformational time in its modern history. I also have an acute awareness of just how “hyped up” the media portrays events not just in the U.S., but in the world at large. My reality in Greece was of a fully-functional but frustrated populace, who lined up daily to take out their maximum amount of cash from the ATMs of closed banks. My view of the crisis will inevitably be skewed from the fact that I was in Athens for most of the month, and not in rural Greece (where I’m sure they felt the situation more acutely), but even still, grocery stores were open and fully stocked; I had no trouble taking cash out of ATMs; tavernae were packed; and tourists still flooded major monuments and museums. The undertone of dissatisfaction amplified at times in Syntagma Square, Athens’ main social and transportation hub, resulting in demonstrations which littered the ground with spray painted “οχι’s” and “ναι’s” to the referendum vote, tear gas, and smashed ATMs. I have as a result never felt more American, when I am honest with myself, and not in any stereotypical way (no fanny packs and loud “Land of the Free” t-shirts for me); rather, I feel distinctly in tune with the fact that every country has its faults, and I am beginning to mitigate those faults with the good in the Home of the Brave. Home is home, and if home includes baseball, crisp Pennsylvania apples in October, and a distinct feeling of security with an eagle-emblazoned passport in my purse, so be it.

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With that said, I do credit Greece (and Europe in general) with a distinct awareness for both its environmental impact and for its reliance on fresh, unprocessed foods. Greeks are (kind of hilariously) wary of air conditioning despite nearly daily temperatures in the high 90s and 100s this time of year. They tend to use air conditioning merely to cool off a room, and prefer to open their windows and let the fresh air in, turning on a fan and taking a siesta during the hottest point of the day. Rarely will you find a shower that isn’t hand-held, so one must turn the water on and off as she washes, saving a hefty amount of water in the process. The best produce hides in little corner-markets, tucked away at various intervals in the city of Athens, and it’s a given that the produce is local and so fresh that one had better sauté that zucchini or slice that peach within a few days of buying. And although I think I’ll puke (again) if I touch one more Greek salad, it really includes the best of the best in Greece: fresh feta cheese, loads of sliced tomatoes, crunchy cucumbers, zesty red onion, and that indelible patron of Athens for millennia, fresh-pressed olive oil. Nobody really discusses veganism or “going gluten-free;” Greeks eat what is fresh, local, and has been around for thousands of years. That is food tradition at its finest, without need for talk of nutrient-this and calorie-that, and I’ll take a little of that home with me to good ol’ PA (but I’ll leave the oily pastries here, and I think my stomach will thank me for it).

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Homemade granola bars from my little local market: a life-changing week-2 discovery.

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Again, as the Classicist at the Byzantine party, I spent more time than I ever had (and probably ever will again) considering history in Greece beyond my main men Homer and Pericles and into the Byzantine Empire. That meant that I read and experienced, through trips to various sacred monasteries and other holy sites (churches…so many churches…), the many manifestations of early Christianity.

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I had spend so much time hanging out with the pagans that I never really considered what the heck happened in the Mediterranean after Constantine converted the empire, the West shifted East, and Orthodoxy branched off from the realm of the Roman. As a result, I have a little more fluency, however still wildly limited, in the world of icons, Byzantine-era architecture and artwork, and Christian texts from a millennium ago. I drank cold, clear water from fountains at monasteries founded in the most remote sectors of the Greek mainland, tucked away in formidable mountains. I stood in the rafters of Medieval churches and considered the flaking faces of the archangels surrounding domes of old. I had never really understood, nor, as a Roman Catholic, made any real contact with the Eastern Orthodox tradition, but I sort of “get it” now, at least better than I did, and as knowledge breeds tolerance and all knowledge connects somehow, I consider this one of the biggest gains from my time in Greece. We are all trying to see the face of God; we are all vying for a piece of understanding of the beyond; and, no matter to what tradition we ascribe, we admire those martyrs and saints of the past, and build shrines and churches to God in the most perilously beautiful places on Earth, looking to reflect Him and our admiration for Him in some small way. It’s how the ancients felt when they looked up at Mt. Olympus and thought, “There’s something beyond me,” and it’s how I feel when I step, tremulously, closer to the dome in St. Peter’s.

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If you can, travel. Lose yourself in another country, another people, and try— once you’ve gotten over the jet lag— to pinpoint what makes another culture singularly them, and you singularly you, and split the difference. You’ll wind up a little bit broken, but very much grateful; and your pieces of self will fit together again in new and unanticipated manifestations, more aware, less contented, and in total respect and awe of this blue marble in the middle of the universe in all of its vastness.

And try to avoid food poisoning.

Greece: I have traveled you South to North, East to West, from Sparta, to Corinth, Athens, all the way to Thessaloniki. I have fan-girled over the mask of Agamemnon at the National Museum, ran the stadium at Olympia, and climbed precariously to the top of the Theatre at Epidauros (scooting back down fearfully on my bottom); I have stood in awe of the remote mountains of Delphi and the sedimentary, alien-esque leftovers of a once-sea-covered Meteora. I have drunk full and deep of half-liters of wine and of your cultural inheritance, but in the eternal words of Forrest G., I’m pretty tired; I think I’ll go home now.

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On the Road Again

It’s July? How is it July?? I hate to be cliche, but MAN does tempus fugit.

I’m definitely not naturally the type of person who just goes with the flow– I actually have a pretty terrible time doing so– and I find that I often stress myself out unnecessarily in trying to do everything and be everything to everyone. So when I returned home from Greece and Italy in March and was just plain pooped from learning the ropes at a new school; traveling in Europe for most of March; planning a wedding (and BUYING A WEDDING DRESS!); teaching, grading, and the like; I obviously took it easy on the blogging front. I greatly enjoy waxing on about food, running, and life, but not enough to lose sleep over it🙂

With that said, I’m in Athens again for the month of July taking a Byzantine Greek language course and, when I’m not frantically translating in wow-it’s-been-a-long-time-since-I’ve-read-this-much-Greek mode, I’m doing my best to enjoy the crazy good weather (goodbye, humidity). It’s obviously a really strange time to be in Greece, and I have had so many people reach out to me to make sure that I’m safe in a country that is experiencing a critical, and frankly, frustrating, turning point in its history. Thankfully, things on the ground here are tense but stable. The referendum last week prompted some demonstrations in Syntagma, the main square in Athens, but otherwise the city has gone about its business basically as usual– except for all of the closed banks, of course. Talks keep breaking down over the fate of this achingly beautiful country, so no word as to whether I will be using drachmas by the time I fly out at the end of the month.

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This experience in Greece has so far been pretty vastly different than my time here in March. I’m not a tourist this time, as I said, so I have an apartment through school and can cook dinners in leisure in between homework assignments. I’ve also been able to find time to bask in one of my absolute favorite parts of Greek culture: long, leisurely taverna dinners with lots and lots of tsasiki, veggies, creamy feta cheese, olives, olive oil, and fresh, lemony salmon, all washed down with a half liter of house wine. The Greeks may eat a bit late for my taste, but every bit of the tastes themselves suit me.

There’s a lot of talk about the “Mediterranean diet,” but I think the health associated with the Mediterranean diet comes just as much from the lifestyle surrounding the food as it does the food itself. I was just remarking to my mother via text today how small grocery stores here are and how few there tend to be; instead, even in Athens, you’ll find lots of tiny little holes-in-the-wall selling fresh fruit, veggies, and fish. While Greeks do love a good pastry or flaky spinach pie in the morning (with about 15 cigarettes, but that’s another issue), I find that the emphasis is always on dining intentionally, with real food as the natural focus on their plates. They don’t THINK about what they’re eating; they know that the basic tenets of their diet have been around for thousands of years. They walk everywhere. They eat slowly, and with other people. They talk and laugh and share in each others’ company. For example, we hold class from 9:45 until 1:30 (which is a VERY late lunch by my standards); but when class has ended, we all saunter off to lunch, with nothing else to do (well, besides that pesky homework) but sip coffee after a giant salad of greens, cucumbers, tomato, olive oil, and vinegar, prying open a giant, juicy peach for dessert.

THAT is health. THAT is living. And while every time I go abroad I feel more and more drawn to my country of birth (it actually hit “kiss the ground” level when I landed in March), I can’t help but wish that more Americans would see health as an overall experience of life and not as a sum of the macro or micro nutrients they’re consuming, or the intensity of 30 minutes spent sweating on an elliptical. Health is waking with the sun, opening a window and sipping coffee with the sun warming your face, and the giddy potential of a day yet unfilled, no matter how full the planner.

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Classics trip part 2: Day 1 in Athens

Helloooo from Athens!

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(I posted from the airport on Thursday and talked a little about packing for an international trip…but just before I was able to share the post, we were suddenly called to line up for boarding.)

Since we touched down in Athena’s city, we haven’t stopped moving for even a millisecond. So much to see, so many Classics nerd moments already.

Yesterday, we were supposed to arrive in Athens around noon, but ended up just missing our connection thanks to a three-hour delay in JFK. No harm, no foul; we were happy to make it off the ground safely in the snowstorm and to land in Rome with clear skies and a 2:50 flight to Athens already taken care of by the airline. We were in pretty rough shape during the afternoon, as evidenced from my abysmal attitude while journaling:

“We ended up missing our connecting flight to Athens, so for the past three or so hours, we’ve been dawdling in Rome’s Da Vinci airport. We had a suuuuuper weak lunch on the house in the airport thanks to our delay: pasta with olives and tuna, with green beans on the side. That same meal at a legit restaurant in Rome would have been divine, but you can imagine how that was cafeteria-style.

I’m definitely struggling a little with just “letting go” in terms of food on this trip. I packed enough snacks to make it through long bus rides to different spots around Italy and Greece, but I’m hoping that meals here will not pose a huge issue. I’m all about eating distinctive Greek and Italian cuisine, but I really chafe against eating cruddy food just because there’s literally nothing else around. I’m already out of my routine and am feeling–besides just plain exhausted from spending the night on a plane– like I am going to return from this trip bloated and feeling ill. I’m used to getting 7+ servings of fruits and veggies in my diet; and while I know this just plain isn’t going to happen on vacation, and that I’m actually in an amazing place as far as fresh food goes, it’s going to be a little hard for me to be okay with eating out often and being “okay” with my meals not being quite as healthy as usual.”

Cut to this:

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Lunch today: Greek salad with sliced green peppers, super fresh cucumbers, lots of tomatoes, feta, and topped with oregano and olive oil. On the side, two of these five falafel balls.

Things have massively improved in the meantime. I’m still way out of whack as far as my body clock goes, and I haven’t had a lick of PB in a whole day (SHOCK), but today was a Classicist’s dream.

After a shower and dinner last night– highlights including my first real Greek salad just like the picture above and a yogurt-based dessert topped with honey-and-sugar-infused cherries– we went to bed early. Eight solid hours left me feeling like a human and ready to tackle the ruins of the Athenian agora, Acropolis, and Acropolis museum.

It was raining this morning, but we stalled a bit by taking a bus tour of Athens until it let up a bit.

Highlights included…

THE FREAKING ACROPOLIS.

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Everyone to whom I’ve sent this picture has sent the same thing: you are nerding out SO hard.

 

The city of Athens takes care of many of the strays in the city, and gives them an identifying collar. We picked up a few buddies along the way.

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Cue my fiance freaking out over how cute this dog was.

 

Views of the city of Athens whilst climbing to the top of the Acropolis:

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The most interesting thing I learned today was about Greek sculpture. In the Archaic period, Greeks were concerned predominately with Eastern styles. The figures were unrealistic in terms of their depiction of the “everyday Greek,” in that they did not depict humans in their natural state (carving strange, monster-esque depictions of men or gods, nor incorporating any movement). This eventually transitioned to far more realistic sculpture in the classical period. I couldn’t take any pictures of the former, but an interesting example of the latter is a carving depicting Athena adjusting her sandal. Her body moves in a natural way; her clothes wrinkle like a normal person’s would; and her body is generally proportionate (as opposed to longer legs, torso, etc.).

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In all, we walked about 7 miles today, thanks to an additional stroll around the city after dinner.

Χαιρε!

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Classics trip: part 1 (Hi from JFK)

Leave it to the Northeast to deliver the first snowstorm to really pound the Mid-Atlantic and NYC all winter on the day we’re traveling across the Atlantic to Athens…

Happy March to you, too. It took us 5 hours to make it from Philly to JFK alone.

I’ve flown internationally in blizzard conditions before (to England a few years ago on a nasty night in January), and it wasn’t an experience I was looking to repeat. Ah well. My mom is somewhere in Philly having a heart attack over the conditions.

I thought I’d talk a bit about packing for international (or just long) travel, since this is not exactly my first time at the terminal-rodeo. I’ve managed to hone my packing and food prep over the years thanks to trips to France, Italy, and flights back and forth to London during my study year abroad.

Packing, while always annoying, is the easy part:

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I am my mother’s daughter. Pro tip: folding as thinly as possible is the name of the game. Stack as if your clothes are cheese in a display case: layer collars on opposite sides to keep things flat. You’ll fit a heck of a lot more than you would if you just stacked on two sides, and everything stays incredibly neat.

My #1 piece of advice for traveling overseas is obvious, but true: come to terms with the fact that you do not need NEARLY as much clothing & accoutrement as you think you do. Just because you CAN bring 50 pounds worth of clothes & junk, doesn’t mean you need to. For this trip– March 5th to the 20th– I’m hopping from NYC to Rome, to Athens, all over Greece, back to Rome, down the western Italian coast, and home again with 4 pairs of pants (including what I’m wearing at the airport), Sperry’s and sneakers, and a pair of flip flops for walking around the hotel room. I have a shirt for each day and two nice outfits (for fancy dinners in Rome, about which we were told in our itinerary). Other than that, I plan on layering for 50 to 60 degree weather in each country: a thin rain jacket in my backpack; a basic lightweight coat; and a warmer Patagonia. I have just one pair of PJ pants, a t-shirt per week to sleep in, and a sweatshirt in case I’m cold at night (and I’m always cold, so this was a necessity). I slipped a t-shirt, thin pullover, and pair of underwear into my backpack–just in case– and have one book and my iPad to keep me entertained. My luggage was 35 pounds, a much more manageable weight for me to “lug” around (ha) during our trip, which has us jumping from city to city every few nights.

On to the important part: the food.

If one picture defined my life, it would be this one.

Turning into a PB packet myself.

Plane food and I just “plane” don’t mix (ok, I’m done), and as you all know, I am both a real food and snack fiend. I have had some really painful experiences flying in the past due to bloating and general stomach discomfort…and if you know the kind of pain I’m talking about, you know that it’s NOT the way you want to kick off a 2-week trip. I’ve learned so much about how my body ticks since I first took off for Paris in June of 2006. Now I…

-Don’t eat plane food, to the extent to which that’s possible. It’s loaded with salt and preservatives, and drives my insides crazy. Even though it cost a fortune, I bought a grilled veggie sandwich from a panini place in JFK, snacked on a larabar in the terminal, and bought a huge bottle of water.

-Speaking of water…even though it means I have to find bathrooms all over the airport or use the dinky plane restroom, I try to stay just as hydrated while traveling as I would during a normal day. This way, I don’t become nearly as bloated (as long as I stick to foods without a ton of sodium).

-Try to eat on basically the same schedule as I normally would, meaning I pack lots of snacks and eat smaller meals throughout the day. Today, for example, I ate my normal breakfast of toast, PB and banana, packed a PB sandwich on Ezekiel bread, and had lots of celery and carrots on the side (with dark chocolate, of course).

-Even though it’s hard, I try to eat as few processed foods as possible. That means I packed lots of packets of trail mix with walnuts, almonds, seeds, and dried cranberries, dried fruit (DELICIOUS apricots from TJ’s), and about a zillion Larabars. Real food doesn’t tend to make even a blip on the radar of stomach irritation, so I stick to it. I even went as far as packing another PB sandwich on Ezekiel bread and stashing a banana in my backpack for breakfast after our long flight to Rome.

This might all seem a bit extreme, but for those of you with stomach issues like me who rely heavily on a routine every day to combat living in mild but constant discomfort, this level of preparation helps me to enjoy one of my favorite things in life: exploring new places and engrossing myself in a new culture.

And with that, we’re boarding! The Classicist in me is writhing with excitement. To Greece we go!

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The Wild Half half marathon

When life hands you lemons…

like not making it into the Broad Street Run lottery…

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sign up for a half marathon instead! Goodbye 10 miler, hellooooo 13.1 miles along the beach. I’m considering it a kickoff to the end of the school year. May 17th, we’re gunning (or really, “running”) for you!

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Rich and I did a COLD 6-miler along the river in Philly yesterday. After we warmed up– we hadn’t accounted for the wind kicking off of the river a below 20 degrees– it turned out to be a really great run. Right around mile 3, we realized that there was actually a race going on, but it was so small that they hadn’t closed off the path. When we had turned around (we ran right into the city itself, passing the Art Museum and then looping back), we eventually asked one of the race leaders heading back towards the finish what the heck was going on– and, ironically, it turned out to be a 10k. If only we had known! Another .2 at that point wouldn’t have made a huge difference. We ran a solid negative split for the run, and ended up at around race pace (8:30) for the last mile or two. Long runs usually dictate that you stay around a minute slower than you’d normally run the race, but we were just in a groove.

I don’t have an actual “training plan” set for this race, but I’ve been following this general pattern:

Sunday: long run. We’ve been basing these on minutes, rather than miles (except for yesterday, because it was effing freezing and 6 miles brought us right to the car).

Monday: yoga class

Tuesday: 3.5-4 mile run, plus strength

Wednesday: fast tempo run, 3 miles at race pace, plus strength

Thursday: 6 am boot camp. I haven’t been making these a priority lately, frankly because I’ve just been interested in sleeping in and not seeing the 5 o’clock hour on my alarm clock. When the end of March rolls around and I’m back from vacation (I’ll explain below😉 ), these will switch to Tuesdays, and I’m going to do my best to commit to them. It’s the only time of week when I do any legit lifting– I usually do body-weight strength workouts– so it’s important that I make it.

Friday: cross train, 35 mins on bike/elliptical + strength

Saturday: 3-3.5 mile tempo run. I like doing a speedy workout before a long run to warm my legs up.

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There’s been a lotta this outside lately…I have a new appreciation for those kind souls who salt their sidewalks. Think of the runners, people.

My middle-of-the-week runs will increase slightly in distance as the race approaches, but I aim not to increase my total mileage by more than 10% a week. I’m also going to TRY (key word…) to get up for a second yoga session at 5:30 am on alternating Wednesdays, especially after challenging long runs. I went to one session, and once you’ve woken up a bit, it’s actually a really nice start to the day. Other additions (mostly in late March-early April) will be some speedwork sessions and hill workouts.

In other news…

If one picture defined my life, it would be this one.

If one picture defined my life, it would be this one.

I’m in the process of packing for an epic, 2-week adventure to GREECE AND ITALY!!! Every year, a local teaching legend (and a personal friend/mentor) leads a departmental trip to Europe in order to study Roman and Greek historical sites, architecture, pottery, ruins, etc. This year, at my request🙂, we’re heading to Greece from March 5th until March 13th, and then hopping from Athens to Rome and traveling down the southwestern coast of Italy until we pack it in and fly home on March 20th.

And of course, the first thing that’s all set to go is my arsenal of snacks. 5 packets of Justin’s PB; 2 5-bar boxes of Larabars–Apple Pie and Peanut Butter Cookie + a few extras (I purchased the smaller size box at Target, in their pharmacy section);  4 packets of Trader Joe’s Omega Trail Mix (pre-packaged into perfect portions); 2 snack baggies full of organic dried figs (probably 4-5 servings); and plastic spoons. I also threw three more Larabars into my backpack (which will be my carry-on), three more packs of trail mix, and two baggies of dried apricots. We’re flying from JFK to Rome to Athens on Thursday night-Friday morning, and with all that air time, I know I’m going to be hungry. Plane food makes me bloat horribly (I’ve flown internationally regularly enough since I was 16 to have figured this out the hard way…), so I’ve made sure to have plenty of minimally-processed food for the journey to Athens, across to Rome, and back home on the 20th.

I’m hoping to blog the whole experience, but I have no idea what my free time/internet access is going to look like over there. I’m also not really worrying about training while I travel, since none (literally, not one) of the hotels we’re staying at has a gym. I’ll have my sneaks with me anyway– we’re climbing Mt. Vesuvius right at the end of the trip!– but I’m not comfortable running alone in Greece, and I’ll see how I feel in Italy. I’ll have plenty of time when we return to get my butt in gear for 13.1.

Do you have any must-bring snacks when you travel? I once ate an entire sleeve of English fig newtons on my way back from London a few years ago…I didn’t know that Icelandair didn’t serve in-flight food…

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A whirlwind: literal and figurative

Stop. Just stop.

Stop. Just stop.

So this is still happening. When the “feels like” gets anywhere NEAR freezing again, I’m going streaking.

I hope you all stayed warm and managed to get into a little fun (and get up to no good😉 ) this weekend. Going into Saturday, Sunday, yesterday, and today, I knew this was going to be a pretty nasty week. Between the weather and my schedule, it’s brutal around these parts.

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I rip through yellow legal pads like a madwoman.

Every day when I stumble into work, I make a list as soon as I have a free period– sometimes that’s right away, sometimes it’s second (or even third) period, but I find that I become far less overwhelmed when I know exactly what I need to accomplish on the daily. I also get some kind of rudimentary satisfaction out of crossing a task off of a list; it’s the simple things. I use this technique when things are out-of-control-crazy-busy in my life overall, too. When I studied abroad for a year, I had a pretty rough go of it for a few reasons, and found that ticking off each month a day at a time helped me to cope with the stress of life. That’s why I made a little checklist from last Wednesday to this Wednesday…between two track meets, double dorm duty, weekend duty, and a mess of apartment-related things to do (ya know, like needing clean socks and food, oh and WORK TOO), I’ve been able to tick off the days as they pass. On Wednesday, the dust settles (a little).

Let’s back up to Friday, because Rich knocked Valentine’s day out of the park.

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Sttoooooooooop.

On Friday night, after I sweated it out hard core for 30 minutes on the elliptical, I met him in Wayne, the cute little town outside of Philly where I used to work and Rich used to live. He rolled up with his window down and these roses sticking out of the car window (no cat, unfortunately) and handed me a huge bag of Reeses’ pb cup hearts. The way to THIS woman’s heart is certainly the latter of those two.

I was too in-the-moment at dinner to take pictures, but our dinners were AMAZING. When we saw that they had grilled Romaine salad on the menu (with delicious rye croutons), we instantly knew we were ordering that…I think it’ll always be a “special dish” for us, since we tried our first grilled salad on the night we got engaged.🙂 For my entree, I ordered mushroom “steak,” prepared with a carrot confit. Dear Lord, this was good. I barely touched the steak fries which came with it, the veggies were so delicious. Note to self: learn how the heck to make a confit. Good wine, good company, and my forever valentine.

We skipped desert at the restaurant to hit an old haunt:

Chocolate chip cookie dough pretty much screams Valentine's day.

Chocolate chip cookie dough pretty much screams Valentine’s day, in my humble opinion.

logically, ice cream sounded perfect on a 15-degree night.

Saturday sort of stunk, since both Rich and I had to work all day.

Accio ALL the coffee.

Accio ALL the coffee. At least the day started out deliciously: 1/3 cup oats, 1/3 cup 2% milk, 1/3 cup water, 1 tsp chia seeds, and a spoonful of PB, half of a sliced banana, and shredded coconut for topping.

I taught class until 10 am, and then hopped on a bus to our last track meet of the season. We rocked it, and ordered pizza with the whole team when we returned to campus. Even though the weather stunk, Rich and I went to my parents’ house and lolled about on the couch with everyone (and watched Father of the Bride…#tingles #90s).

Sunday morning was a long run day, but when I woke up and checked my phone, I saw this happy sight…

Sarcasm.

Sarcasm.

which sent Rich and me straight to the treadmill. We did 40 minutes, which really stinks inside, but we both agreed it was better than nothing. Afterwards, we rushed to get changed and head to my first of two weekend duties (manning brunch for a bit). We high-tailed it to the grocery store for a super quick trip, since I was on duty again from 1:45-4. We really wanted to make it to the grocery store because these days, with my schedule spiraling out of control and Rich’s busy season– thanks, America (taxes)– we literally go from 7 am-midnight nonstop. What makes that even remotely bareable is knowing that we have good, whole foods, pre-prepped and ready to rock in the fridge and freezer.

I try to make a casserole-type meal (sometimes it’s chili, etc.) that we can pick at from Sunday-Wednesday, and then we typically have a “date night” during Rich’s busy season at work– Wednesdays or Thursdays this year– so we actually cook or meet somewhere for drinks and dinner on those nights. Otherwise, I’ll just grab a portion of pre-made dinner, heat it up, and throw a handful or two of raw veggies on the side. This week, we made a version of Healthy Tipping Point’s Santa Fe Casserole, but upped the veggie content a bit, as well as washed and chopped up lots of celery, carrots, and peppers to pick at as snacks.

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I don’t buy baby carrots anymore…just a big ol’ bag of organic carrots, which I wash, peel, and chop myself. Chunky cuts = more space for hummus.

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To Caitlin’s base of 1.5 cups brown rice, 3/4 cup milk, 2 eggs, 1.5 cups cheddar (I used a Trader Joe’s sharp Wisconsin cheddar), 1 can of black beans and 1 can kidney beans, I added: 2 whole bell peppers, about 1/2 cup chopped green onions, half of a sweet onion, and 3 cloves garlic. The actual recipe calls for red onion, but I just wasn’t feeling that this week (bat breath).

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I definitely wasn’t going to make brown rice from scratch, so this Trader Joe’s pre-cooked organic was perfect. It only took 3 minutes to make, and comes with 3 packets…1 was perfect for the casserole.

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Kind of reminds me of a veggie version of skittles…

 

Voila! I love the colors. We’ve been eating with chopped veggies, tortilla chips, and salsa. It’s really hitting the spot with this nasty cold weather.

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On Sunday night, after finally cleaning up from dinner, I received about 4 calls that a pipe had burst right above my classroom, so I high-tailed it to my building and cleared all of my stuff out into a little library across the hall. Displaced all day = ^dark chocolate to the rescue…and a delicious chickpea burger for lunch.

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Dinner packed for dorm duty last night, scarfed after yoga.

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And some bluberries and Wegman’s organic semisweet chocolate chips for dessert. Looking forward to the whirlwind (weather and otherwise) coming to a close after an additional night of dorm duty tonight.

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Tell me: do yo have any favorite go-to casserole/”big batch” recipes? Feel free to comment or email me at battleofmarathonblog@gmail.com. I could really use some inspiration right now!

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Hummus and pickles?

Another Wednesday, another track meet. Thursday morning, you’ve never looked so good. Just one more meet on Saturday until we’re all set for the season. After six long months of coaching, I’m pretty pumped to have my afternoons free again. Come February 20th– our last day of practice for winter sports– I’ll be that much closer to my absolutely EPIC spring break…but more on that some other time.😉

Don’t get me wrong: I’ve definitely enjoyed coaching track, because it gives me 4 coaches and thirty students with whom to talk running every day. However, one aspect of coaching which kills me is away games/meets. I’m ALWAYS hungry, and now, at the end of this season, I’m truly tired of having to think about what to pack so that I don’t get stuck eating PB&J on white bread and a packet of cookies.

In the grand scheme of my health and my food choices on a daily basis, I know that one sort of crappy meal isn’t going to make or break me. It’s more that I enjoy food so much, and don’t feel at all satisfied after a meal like that. It’s also tough thinking about multiple meals at once. When we leave for our meet on Saturday morning at 10 am, for example, I have to think about what I need for a morning snack, lunch, afternoon snacks, and dinner. Ugh. For some (like Rich right now, who is a CPA and is busy doing everyone’s taxes until April 15th), I realize that packing a full day’s meal is a reality, and I really just have two rather obvious pieces of advice for those of you who do need to pack even just a lunch for the next day: plan ahead, and pack ahead. You’ll be WAY more likely to eat more balanced meals and snacks that way– and will (hopefully) evade the skittles in the vending machine at 3 p.m.

When I’m packing my lunch, snacks, or dinner, I find that it’s much easier to do when I’m excited about what I’m prepping and eating. So today, instead of the usual pb sandwich on Ezekiel bread, I decided to be a little wacky:

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Yup. That’s hummus, green onions, and pickles. And you know what? It was delicious. I also packed 2 clementines, an apple pie Larabar (obsessed), a homemade oatmeal chocolate chip cookie (I make these weekly to satisfy my sweet tooth), and a baggie full of cucumber slices and celery sticks. Still not a warm meal (which I much prefer for dinner), but it did the trick. We also prepped veggie chili this past Sunday, so I haven’t actually had to cook all week. It’s definitely worth the little extra effort on Sunday to ensure quick and healthy snacks and meals.

I’ve had a really busy week overall, but I have managed to keep training for Broad Street. On Tuesday, I went for a frigid 3-mile run, and this morning, I did something I said I would NEVER do: I went to the 5:30 am yoga session. I’ve decided that while I hate actually doing yoga, I definitely feel more relaxed, stretched, and balanced afterward. After this winter term ends (March 5th) and I’m not on Monday night dorm duty anymore, I can attend the normal human hour yoga class at 7:30 pm. Here’s to making it there!!

Do you have any go-tos you pack for lunch/snack at work or school? How’s your weekend shaping up? I’m looking at a track meet and weekend duty– I’m driving a van of kids to Trader Joe’s on Sunday. Happy Valentine’s Day to me?

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