Runners' highs

Whoever is in charge of marketing for the Army Ten-Miler really knows how to inspire a girl. I was having the kind of day where I couldn't wait to come home and take a bath (the rain always does that to me), and then I opened my mailbox to find a postcard advertising this year's race.

But it wasn't just an informational postcard about how to sign up. It had my PHOTO from the 2006 race on the front. I'm in the new running outfit I bought just for the event and, if I do say so myself, look like I'm chugging along without too much trouble. (Of course, that's probably because I was going at a leisurely 10-minute mile pace.) Across the top, the card says, "Kimberly, you ran ARMY STRONG in 2006 -- Challenge yourself again in 2008!"

I think I might have accept that challenge.

Recovery

Well, the title "recovery" is probably phrasing it a bit too strongly, but two days with a 15-month-old was exhausting! The reunion was great -- all of your tips helped so much -- but the scheduling definitely had to be geared around the baby. We ate dinner at 5pm! But thank goodness because I was ready for bed at 10pm after playing with him all day. When we were all college roommates, the evening would have been just getting started.

All of our deep talks happened during down times -- when we could just hang around one of our apartments after breakfast. Then the grown ups could talk with the baby ran around (within reach).

I seriously do not know how moms have the energy to do this. Two days and I'm barely functioning, and I wasn't even responsible for him.

Luckily, one of my friend's brought Mommy's Time Out wine. I could use a glass of aunty's time out right now.

New York coffee

It seems like each time I go to New York, some new trend has swept the city, and it's usually on its way down to DC. A few summers ago it was those Chinese slipper shoes. Last year it was scooped bagels -- thank goodness that never caught on. It seems kind of gross to me to have someone else digging through your bagel with their finger (they usually wear gloves, but still), and plus that doughy part is the tastiest.

So this morning I was intrigued when, right before I boarded my train at Penn Station, I ordered a latte, and the question wasn't just "what size," but "strong or mild?"

Has anyone ever been asked this before? Unlike the scooped trend, I love this one. I don't like strong coffee, but I love mild. So I specified, and it tasted great. Yay for crazy New York trends.

Material girls

The best part of Slavenka Draculic's book, How We Survived Communism and Even Laughed, is the way it shows that material culture -- what you can buy -- is so integral to life. For example, under communism in Eastern Europe, at various times you could not buy much food other than onion and garlic, any sort of fashionable clothing, a washing machine or kitchen tools like toasters, or even feminine hygiene products. It might seem superficial -- who cares about clothes, people were dying -- but Draculic shows that people's inability to buy these things affected the very core of who they were and what kind of lives they could live.

Reading it has made me a little more concious of what I take for granted, from cereal in the morning to a bath at night. And it resonated with something Abigail Adams said (well, at least she said it on the HBO miniseries last week): Food is politics. When I go to the cupboard and there's no coffee, no bread, that is politics. (I'm paraphrasing.) More thoughts on Abigail Adams will be coming soon!

Girls' Weekend Planning

My four best friends from college (plus a baby!) are visiting next weekend, which is very exciting... I don't think we've all seen each other at once since we graduated. Because I'm the host, I've been planning, inspired partly by two books, Girls' Night In by Jennifer Worick and The Secret Language of Girlfriends by Karen Neuburger. I've stocked up on cosmo ingredients and chick flicks. And I realize that this all sounds completely stereotypical, but I also think (hope) it will work... anyone else ever host a girls' weekends who can offer tips?

The thing I am most worried about is the baby situation. I have no idea what a one and a half year old can do -- can it go to a museum? to dinner? stay up past 8? So I'm just kind of hoping it will work out.

Bathing bliss

Courtesy of a Lush bath bomb... the woman at the store promised it would make me feel like a mermaid. And that's seaweed floating around.

Coming home

I am back from my vacation - I have heard some women talk about how the first thing they do when returning from a trip is organizing their closets, or baking. For me, I need to take a bath and use my own bath products. That really makes me feel at home.

I have so many things I want to blog about after the time with my grandmother but first I need to do the second thing that I love doing when I get home, which is getting organized and deleting hundreds of spam-like emails... so I'll post more soon!

Memoir cravings

After talking with a friend who grew up in a communist country until age 9 or so at a dinner party, I had a deep craving to read a memoir of a woman who experienced communism, who could write about it in terms of what every day life was like. I was a little doubtful I could find such a specific thing, but I tried, using google. I typed in words like "memoir," "woman," and "communism."

Well, guess what. I found the perfect book. I can hardly believe it. It's called How We Survived Communism and Even Laughed, by Slavenka Draculic. I'm only a few pages in but already so into it. I also got MFK Fisher's An Alphabet for Gourmets, which I can't wait to read... and I'll be reading both while sitting by the pool in Florida with my grandmother, mom and sister for the next few days! Thanks for all your emails and comments of support while I've been stressing out lately!

On the edge

I sort of felt like I was on the edge of losing it all day. I had so much to do and was rushing from one thing to the next, adrenaline going all day long... I like days like that every once in awhile, but not everyday, and it's been everyday lately. But you know what brought me back to the "moment?" Suddenly I felt like I might be getting sick. And then I became extremely aware of my health (mental and physical) being the most important thing. So I slowed down, and immediately felt much better.

Food writing

Partly at the suggestion of so many books that suggest this, I signed up for something outside of what I normally do -- a course in food writing. (Okay, I guess it is related to my journalism career, but still, totally separate subject matter.) Mediabistro was offering a class so it seemed like a great chance to experiment.

The class was for three hours, 6:30 to 9:30, which was pretty rough after a full day of work, but worth it -- the teacher was great and also it was so interesting to hear what all the other attendees were up to, including starting online food magazines and entering the field of "culinary publishing."

I do have one food-related story idea I'd like to pitch to places, but I left realizing I have no interest in being a full-time food writer. It's just not my passion. But sometimes I do get food-related ideas that aren't necessarily "food" stories, but rather business or culture stories related to food.

Plus, I came home and immediately ate my favorite comfort foods -- an english muffin with peanut butter and eggo waffles. How could someone who loves such things be a food writer??

Saying no

I have been getting much better at saying no. It really feels pretty good, once I get over the initial feeling of feeling bad or guilty. For example, I often get calls from pr reps or marketers who want to pitch me their client in the hopes I write about them. Even worse is when marketing firms call just to ask if they can get my feedback or thoughts on products. I used to get so annoyed when they went on and on and really I had so much else I should have been doing...

Finally I have gotten the hang of interrupting them and saying, Sorry, I don't have time for this. And can they call back later? No, sorry, I just don't have time for this sort of thing. Bye. I really don't.

It does feel pretty good, standing up for my time. My dad recommends making appointments for yourself, just to make sure you're protecting your time. So if someone asks you to meet at 8am, you can say, no, I have an appointment then. No need to mention it's just with yourself. Is that lying though? It's a pretty attractive strategy. Although often it's enough just to say, no, I can't, without giving a specific reason.

I used to have a lot of early morning phone calls. (Well, early for me, which means 9am.) But I prefer to ease into my days, and have quiet time to myself until around 10 or 10:30. So now I usually say I'm available after 10:30. So far, it hasn't been a problem.

Defining rich

I just finished reading Lois Frankel's Nice Girls Don't Get Rich. In it, she asked people to answer the question, "I would be rich today if I had..." When I first read that sentence, I thought it was asking how we defined richness. (It was actually asking about what mistakes you had made that explain why you are not rich today.)

So to answer it the first way -- how would you define richness -- what would your answer be?

I think for me it would be: I would be rich if I had a house, enough free time to read and write, the ability to travel once or twice a year, and a work space or room of my own. And the house should have a nice kitchen.

Housework benefits

Here's a good motivator: The Boston Globe reports that men who do housework also get more lovin'.

American men still don't pull their weight when it comes to housework and child care, but collectively they're not the slackers they used to be. The average dad has gradually been getting better about picking himself up off the sofa and pitching in, according to a new report in which a psychologist suggests the payoff for doing more chores could be more sex.

Accepting Kindness

Why is it so hard to accept the kindness of strangers? As I was looking through my wallet for change on the bus this morning, I found I didn't have enough, so I was going to have to pay $2 instead of $1.50, since I just had two bills. A woman next to me noticed, and offered me the 35 cents she had, so I could add it to my 15 cents and make the fare without paying extra.

I tried to give her a whole dollar any way, but she refused, so I said thank you (a few times). But I kind of felt bad about it. I mean, I felt so grateful to this woman for helping me, and was amazed with how nice a stranger could be, but I desperately wanted to find enough change in my backpack to pay her back before I got off the bus.

Eventually, after much digging, I found a dime. As we got off the bus and I tried to give it to her, she told me not to worry about it and just smiled and said had a nice day.

So nice of her, but I couldn't help feeling bad about it. I guess maybe I felt guilty. Or with a sense that I really don't want to take other people's money and make them worse off. (It was only 35 cents, I know, but still.)

High school nostalgia

I felt so nostalgic for high school today! I was walking to get coffee and a group of girls in softball clothes were walking behind me, talking about ordering team t-shirts. I think it was the damp spring weather, too, that kind of smelled like a softball field. In retrospect, it seems so perfect.... spending the afternoon outside, playing sports, and just worrying about homework. Of course, I forget that I was completely intimidated by the upperclassmen for the first two years.

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My friend Ellie sent me this Washington Post story today. Essentially, it says women are stupid. We are not sure if it is satire or for real -- if it's for real, that is pretty crazy.

Doing scary things

Do you try to do something every day the scares you (as per Eleanor Roosevelt's quote)? I love that idea, of constantly pushing yourself. For me, right now, my "pushing myself" activity is in the realm of public speaking, including radio and tv. It makes me nervous and is always very humbling because there is so much I can do to improve. But that also makes it exhilarating.

There are so many realms that this idea works in... love, home life, exercise... where are you pushing yourself?

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Here is a great new blog I just came across: The Urban Muse.