• sisters on a mission.

  • Three sisters. One in Virginia. One in London. One in New York. None of whom wear shorts. Ever.

  • the mission?

    Running.
    Taking delight.
    Learning Italian.
    Getting to Italy.
    Wearing shorts.
    In Italy.
    June 2011.

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Silliest Run.

I really wanted to stay on track with my running plan and, having no time this week on my own, I decided what the heck I’ll just take the kids along.  There is a park (really a large patch of grass) at the end of our street called Stamford Brook Common – we call it Dog Poop Park, for obvious reasons.  But we love it there.  It’s grass.  So while the boys were playing baseball of sorts, I ran up and down and around the grass following miss lady’s cues and keeping an eye on the kids.

That was until the dogs decided to play baseball as well.  One swiped a baseball mit, ran off, then passed it to another dog, who ran off with it as well.  So we all ran after that dog trying to get the mit back…we finally did, although covered in slobber.  Then another dog swiped the baseball and my boys spent about 15 minutes running after this very fast and clever puppy.  Meanwhile, I was still trying to keep with my routine and also help with the chases…of course we were all cracking up.  Which made the chasing harder.  The dog walkers were probably wondering “Who’s the nutter with the kids?”.  I think they secretly don’t like to share the green space.  Well, it was very silly but I’m still counting it as job done!

Then I went home and made some linguine with braised garlic and balsamic vinegar from my old, favorite cookbook, The Splendid Table*. Followed that with a nice slice of Panaforte Margherita, Antichi Dolci Di Siena that I bought at the Italian shop.  And a nice cup of peppermint tea in my favorite cup.  Aaaaah.  Italy here I come.

* Lynne Rosetto Kasper is the author.  I just discovered she has a weekly show on public radio – celebration of food, recipes, cookware…all good stuff.  The companion website is here.

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joy.

This morning was my first day of running…well run/walk.  I was out the door at 6:00 a.m. Nobody is up and about in London at that time of the morning…it’s not that kind of city.  I did see a milkman in his funny little open-sided van, (yes, milk delivery still happens in the UK) but that was it.  I didn’t really want to get out of bed and go running this morning, even though the sun was shining, and I had been awake since 4:00 when the smoke detector started making that annoying beep to let you know the battery was dying. (I promptly pulled it from the ceiling and removed the battery).  But I did it!  I’m trying to conquer the mental side of this running thing.  I started thinking about getting to run, not having to run.  My two kids love to run.  Every day on the way home from school, they run as fast as they can from the train station to our house….complete with heavy backpacks.  Only one way to describe them when they get to run.  Joy…pure joy.