Over a cup of tea…
March 24, 2014
If we were chatting over a cup of tea, I’d say my weekend went by way too fast. My dad flew in from Halifax and we went to the Fairmont Chateau Montebello for a night (for my annual work party). It was so great to spend some quality time with him. The weather was gorgeous, even though I admit I am TOTALLY over winter at this point. Today it was -13 degrees when I got in my car. Seriously? It’s March 24th, Mother Nature. Get with the program.
If we were chatting over a cup of tea this morning, I’d tell you that last week, my half-marathon training went really, really. I feel like I’m going through phases where I loathe the training, and then moments where I surprise myself and do really well, and then I’m proud and happy about it. Friday night was one of those times. The sun was shining, it was about 3 degrees (above zero!!! Yay!) and my first long run outside (9.3 km) was a breeze. Well, not a breeze, but I felt WAY better than I normally do when running outside. It’s so much harder! I barely walked. And if I did, it was for, like… 10 seconds. Needless to say, I was in a great mood for girls’ night at Sidedoor and e18hteen later that night. Although, seriously, the tacos at Sidedoor are tasty, but they are a colossal failure in comparison to El Camino’s. More expensive and about ¼ of the size. I was unimpressed. They need to either take down the price, or make them significantly bigger. Again… get with the program.
If we were chatting over a cup of tea this morning, I’d tell you I actually READ this week! I am flying through this month’s book club book and finding it light and cute. I think I just really need to take more long baths to force myself to read. The audio book thing is sort of working… but it’s hard to pay attention to the story-line when you’re running. Anyway, I always feel better when I’m reading regularly, so this post-engagement reading rut has got to go. I’m determined!
If we were chatting over a cup of tea, I’d tell you how this blog post really hit home. It’s about how food blogs have stopped being… food blogs. They’re now basically magazine pieces, with crisp design and perfect writing and boasting professional-grade photography. Whatever happened to BLOGS? Like, real, raw, authentic BLOGS? I’m not sure if anyone still remembers, but they originally were much more journal-esque… more personal, more intimate. I’m totally with The Amateur Gourmet when he says he misses the “anything goes” era of blogging. I’m attracted to casual blogs, where the writing is true to the author’s voice, personality and candid thoughts. When I’m reading a blog, I want to know what makes the blogger tick. What they’re passionate about. Which is why I don’t care if they’re breaking the “blogging rules” or have a couple typos (I am notorious for those). People are always telling me “you need to do this” or “you need to write about this” when the topic of my blog comes up, and I’m always thinking… “um, actually, no, I really don’t”. I mean, some of their advice is good, and I’ definitely listen. But my blog is genuine, and it’s an extension of ME. I write about what I’m interested in, and what I like to eat. So, you might think I need to blog about more healthy recipes, but I won’t unless I want to. And I sincerely hope that’s why thousands of people keep coming back!