Author: Josh

Breakfast: banana
Ran 12 miles with the run club
Breakfast #2: Wheat Thins and garlic hummus. Potato street tacos with avocado & cilantro sauce.
Lunch: Spicy popcorn tofu poboy with vegan blue cheese dressing from Wheatsville Coop. I seriously had to do a couple doubletakes because the tofu had the consistency of chicken. I was really pleasantly surprised. The bread was amazing, and the thing only cost $6.99. While there we also bought goji berries and Gopal’s vegan power wraps.
Dinner: an Amy’s roasted vegetable pizza with no cheese and a vegan margarita pizza.

Elise and I went grocery shopping tonight and bought a bunch of vegan stuff tonight.

I went to Camp Gladiator at 5:45 this morning. Since I’d been out for so long, I didn’t realize that today was the last day of “peak week.” Camp Gladiator is broken out into 4 weeks. The first week is endurance. The second week is something like strength and agility. The third weeks is non-stop planks and burpees (or something like that) and the fourth week is peak week. That’s the week where you kind of tie in the previous three weeks and it’s a big kick in the ass.

When I got home from camp, it was the usual morning chaos in getting the girls ready and off to school. I wasn’t really hungry, but I could feel myself getting queasy because I’d burned a lot of calories.

Sparing the details of the day and am glad to say that I was 100% vegan today.

Breakfast: 12 oz. Vega pea protein shake
Lunch*: Trader Joe’s Super Burrito and tabbouli, tomato and mint salad
Dinner: Kung Pao cauliflower with green onion, red peppers, cashews and bok choy over brown rice

* Lunch was tough today and I experienced the difficulties of veganism to the point of frustration. I work in one of those really cool, young, technology company offices in downtown Austin where the company buys and brings in a nice catered lunch on Fridays for its ~150 employees. Today was pizza day. I surveyed the lines and saw no pizzas labeled “vegan.” I usually start thinking about lunch at 5 a.m., and today was pizza day, so I was really getting excited about having pizza of the vegan variety.

I decided to ask our office manager about options for the vegan.

“Sam, are there any vegan pizzas?”

“Ooooh, no. Sorry. They don’t make a vegan pizza.”

“Okay.”

“Oh, I forgot you were doing your vegan diet thing.”

“It’s okay. Really.”

“The salad is vegan!”

I went back to the lunch line and checked out the eight large salad bowls that were catered in. All were heavily sprinkled with cheeses of multiple varieties. So I missed out on pizza day. But I made sure to make no fuss about it. I decided that I wasn’t going to be that guy. This is, after all, to me, a challenge.

But damn could I go for some pizza.

I think I can confidently say that I was 99.5% vegan today (by diet, not ethics).

This morning I woke up at 4:30 and had my coffee with maybe a tablespoon of half & half before I went on a run. That tablespoon was what took that 0.5% away from my attaining vegan status today. I’m scientifically basing that on the volume of things that went into my mouth today.

For breakfast, I murdered, chopped up and ate an apple and a pear. They screamed, but they tasted so good.

For lunch, I had leftover 3-bean chili.

For a snack, I had a fist full of pistachios. Then a bag of Terra Chips and a bag of animal crackers. I had to check the internet to see if animal crackers are vegan-friendly. Here’s what I learned:

While Nabisco’s recipe is free of animal ingredients, Cole & Stewart’s sociological analysis would suggest that consuming animal crackers is ritualistically anti-vegan, as it socializes speciesist sentiments and human supremacy in children.

Whatever. I bit all of their heads off first so they’d feel no pain.

For dinner, I had leftover lentil loaf, rice, and a kale and spinach salad with a balsamic, avocado and cilantro dressing. “Lentil loaf” and many other healthy, vegetarian and vegan foodstuffs just sound gross. “Nutritional yeast” and “liquid aminos?” I mean, come on. Those both sound like annoying but treatable diagnoses you’d hear from a gynecologist. They should call them “Cheesy Poof Powder” and “Really Just Like Soy Sauce,” respectively.

And I can’t, for the life of me, remember where I read it, or maybe it just came into my own head, but I’m going (try to) start abiding by the “Fast Starts at 8.” No food after 8 p.m. to promote healthy digestion.

I need to remember to drink more water, too. I drink a lot of water in the morning, but once I get to work, I forget and I drink a bunch of green tea instead.

I’m usually in zombie robot mode at 4:30 a.m., but I’m going to try my damnedest to forgo the half & half tomorrow and just take my coffee black, or maybe try it with almond milk.

I’m not wholeheartedly attempting to go vegan (but never say never), however, I am really getting onboard with this plant-based experiment in which Elise and I have endeavored. I sincerely don’t miss or crave meat or dairy. I did, however, make quesadillas for the girls for dinner tonight, and the cheese grease that pooled in the cast iron skillet sure did smell heavenly!

It could just be dumb luck but I have noticed, and have been anxiously anticipating, that my muscles and joints aren’t inflamed as they have been for as long as I can remember. Between us, as much as I’ve loved running for the past 5 years, this past year has literally been a pain. In recent months I’ve had to convince myself to go on runs because I feel like it has become my identity and I’m obligated to go out.

I’m shooting for 100% vegan tomorrow and I’ll just take it day-by-day and see how this experiment continues to play out.

I (re)started Camp Gladiator bootcamp on Wednesday at 5:45 a.m. I hadn’t been to a bootcamp since before the holidays when Elise and Maly had pneumonia and Mara and I also had our little bouts with illness. And then the holidays happened. And then the Jeep had some issues. So it’s been the better part of two months since I’d been to CG.

My plan was to return and take it easy. That didn’t really happen because invariably there’s a competitive/partner component. For example, we partnered up with another person and, while one person is running sprints, the other is holding a plank or performing mountain climbers. So you don’t want to leave your partner there suffering.

While I wasn’t very sore, I could still tell that I’d worked out yesterday when the alarm went off at 4:44 this morning.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays I take Mara to school, so those are usually my shorter run days. I was out the door by 5:45 and headed out on a 4-something-mile route.

I kind of wanted to listen to some music, which I rarely do these days, but my Mighty wasn’t charged. I couldn’t tell you the last time I ran with a phone, but I looked at my phone and decided I wanted to listen to my friend Christian’s podcast this morning. So I took my phone, turned on the podcast and hit the road.

I went out and threw any notion of pace up into the air. I just took in the cool, misty air and just headed out. I ran exactly how I felt… I little sore, but happy and blessed to be out and have the streets pretty much to myself. I zoned out, listened to my podcast, took in the sights and just dug in.

It was a good run. I like to think that there are many more around the corner.

Breakfast: Apple and some mixed nuts
Lunch: Trader Joe’s Vegan Tikka Masala and tofu spring rolls
Dinner: Potato street tacos with roasted poblanos, onions, garlic, avocado, jalapeno salsa & cilantro & avocado dressing on corn tortillas

Kiwi for breakfast. Ran a 5k during lunch for Taco Tuesday and requested avocado tacos with no dairy. I turned down the gender-reveal cake because it contained butter. Had a handful of almonds when I got home from work.

For dinner we had lentil loaf. Elise made it, so I’m not 100% sure what it had in it. I think she said it was lentils, oatmeal, rice, mushrooms, tomatoes, onions. It was surprisingly “meaty.” I’m learning that I can easily doctor things up with a little sriracha.

A couple of cheats – I’ve been putting a little bit of creamer in my coffee and I had a piece of my birthday cake after dinner last night. I decided on the piece of cake because 1) I didn’t have a piece of cake on my birthday (I had a bite of Elise’s) and 2) I was taking one for the team. If there’s cake in the fridge, the daughters will eat it all.

The good news: the cake was actually kind of gross. I think it was more of a mental thing because I’d been really conscious of what I’d been putting in my body all day, and was pretty proud of it. The other good news is I really don’t miss meat. Even when I’m a full-on carnivore, I’ll often opt for a vegetarian (or maybe even vegan) meal. I like vegetables and plant-based proteins, so I don’t feel like I’m punishing myself here.

I didn’t take a photo of the lentil loaf because, well, it looks like a lentil loaf.

Elise made some kind of dry oatmeal mixture last week and told me how to cook it. I totally didn’t pay attention, and decided I wanted to try that oatmeal this morning. It has oatmeal in it, and then some other kinds of nuts and grains. I did the 2:1 oatmeal to water ratio and nuked it for a minute like I usually do for regular oatmeal, but it didn’t cook and thicken up like regular instant oatmeal, so I had a kind of nutty oat soup for breakfast with an orange.

For lunch a few of us went to Whole Foods. I really wasn’t in the mood for a burger, but decided to get a plant-based burger because, well, I’m on a plant-based diet. I got the Beyond Burger with vegan mayo and mustard. It came with lettuce, pickles and tomatoes. I also ordered a side of sunflower oil tater tots. The Beyond Meat patties are really good (I’ve made them before for the family when we weren’t on a plant-based diet), and it’s just as filling as a burger. Like I said, I wasn’t really that hungry to warrant a burger, so I’m still stuffed from lunch.

For dinner tonight we had millet and brown rice ramen with miso broth, mushrooms, bok choy and tofu. I love ramen, tofu, mushrooms and bok choy. Again, I think the recipes from the book “The Plant-Based Solution” are bland, so by adding a few squirts of liquid aminos, sriracha and some crushed red pepper the ramen turned out our really, really good.

I’m not a resolutions guy, but I told myself that I wanted to start writing more. Let’s consider this a wholehearted attempt. I think Facebook has just made it too easy to post life updates. Facebook is also a dangerous place to get stuck in mindless scrolling and consuming. It’s sad when I want to go back and see what we were doing on or around a date in a certain year and it’s not here. It might be on Facebook.

Anyway, I celebrated my 43rd birthday on Saturday. I don’t really get excited about my own birthdays anymore. You get older and every day is just another day. And I don’t really like being the center of attention. I’m always tempted to change my birthdate on Facebook to spare the “happy birthday” posts on my wall. I never do though. I secretly appreciate the thoughts, although I’m admittedly bad about posting happy birthday on others’ walls. I think I don’t tell them happy birthday because I don’t want them to tell me happy birthday. I think I’m just weird like that.

My birthday was relatively uneventful by design. I went for a 5-mile run with my neighborhood run club. Nobody knew it was my birthday and I didn’t tell anyone. It was a beautiful and crisp morning. Then I drove home and we pretty much did nothing for the rest of the day. Elise had a bunch of work that she needed to do, so she was glued to the computer for most of the day. I finished reading David Goggins’s “Can’t Hurt Me” while laying on the couch.

At 4 o’clock we decided it was time to get out of the house, so we went to Costco to pick up some photos that Elise had sent to get printed. Then we ran over to Office Depot so Elise could get some other things printed. I didn’t want to make a big to do or pay a bunch of money or contend with crowds for dinner, so we went to Slab Barbecue for brisket sandwiches. We came back home after dinner, the girls sang happy birthday to me, I blew out candles on the chocolate cake they’d gotten for me, and then we played Apples to Apples for a good two hours while I curated and played hit 80’s and 90’s rock songs on Spotify. This was spurred by the fact that Eddie Van Halen and I share the same birthday.

We put the girls to sleep late, Elise and I watched the news and another barely chuckle-worthy episode of Saturday Night Live, and then went to bed.

The older you get, the faster the years go by. Our firstborn is going to be a teenager in less than three months. Every picture I see of myself, I see more lines and gray. But that’s okay. I’m fine with that. I hope the running helps keep me healthy and feeling young. We also started a 21-day plant-based diet on Sunday.

I’m totally okay with this life and being 43. Life is good. I have plenty to laugh at, and I like to try to make other people laugh so they’ll like their lives a little bit more, and realize that life doesn’t really need to be that serious.

Maly and her BFF decided they were going to go on a liveit. Not a diet, because diet has the word “die” in it. So Maly checked out Dr. Khan’s “The Plant-Based Solution.” Well, her “liveit” didn’t really take hold, so Elise started reading the book and decided that we’d try the 21-days of plant-based meals. We waited until after we did a little barbecue indulging for my birthday, and then started the diet late on Sunday.

I went on a run with my run club on Sunday morning and we had breakfast tacos afterward. I opted for the migas taco as I was being mindful of any processed meats. I know eggs and cheese aren’t plant-based, but I was still starting the day with making a healthier decision. I could’ve easily gone with bacon and/or chorrizo.

For lunch I had pita chips, hummus and olive tapenade. And then for a later lunch I had a small bowl of potato soup. For dinner I cooked the 3-bean chili recipe from the aforementioned book. Just from reading the recipe I could tell it was going to be very bland, so I sweated the onions and carrots in olive oil (versus the called-for water), I added TEN times the amount of chile powder that was called for, three times the cumin, a lot more garlic, and I added smoked paprika and salsa. Oh yeah, and this recipe called for no salt and pepper, so I obviously added that. They say if you change or add three ingredients you can call a recipe your own.

And the chili was actually really good. None of us felt like we were missing anything with the absence of meat, and we were all sufficiently full afterward.

So far so good.

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The girls are sick. Doctor told us to eat a bunch of garlic. Soup. Garlic. Sick people. Good.

• 4 bulbs roasted garlic
• 2 tablespoons unsalted butter
• 1 large or medium yellow onion
• ~Teaspoon dried thyme
• ~Teaspoon dried basil
• ~Tablespoon dried oregano
• ~Tablespoon dried tarragon
• 3 cups chicken or vegetable stock
• 1 cup (8 oz) heavy whipping cream
• Kosher (coarse) salt and freshly ground pepper

1. Roast the garlic bulbs. Don’t know how to roast garlic? Look it up. I did 400º for ~30 minutes.
2. Chop the onion.
3. Saute the onion with the butter in a pot for 5 minutes.
4. Add the herbs to the pot.
5. Add the garlic to the pot.
6. Add the chicken stock to the pot.
7. Salt & pepper to taste.
8. Let simmer for 15 minutes.
9. Immersion blender the stuff in the pot until smooth.
10. Add the heavy cream.
11. Bring back to a simmer for some minutes.
12. Stir.
13. Eat.

The very first leg of the Capital to Coast Relay is my favorite. It’s my favorite leg for many reasons. When my friend Harry recruited me to run this race 4 years ago, he assigned me runner #1 (legs 1, 13 and 25). It’s also the longest leg of the race at 8.95 miles. It’s also one of, if not the hardest legs of the course because we have to contend with downtown traffic and obstacles since this isn’t a normal race where there would ordinarily be street closures and police support. If you’re brave, fast and stupid enough, you can run through traffic at a red light. You also have to fight the long uphill on Congress Avenue. And it’s the most competitive leg because all of the runners are starting together. And the main reason it’s my favorite leg is that it gives me the chance to set the tone for the team.

When the announcer called us up to the starting line, I stood there for a fleeting moment and was considering letting the other teams line up and I’d just “settle in somewhere.” As fast as that thought came into my head, the better thought surfaced: “No. I’m going to line up at the very front and kick the hell out of this.” It was instant commitment. I had zero reasons to second guess myself. I knew I could do it and I wanted it. And what was most motivating was knowing that I had a team behind me that would push and fight like hell to maintain the lead time that I gave us.

When the announcer counted down and sent us on our way I took the lead when we got out of the park. I had no idea where we were going, so I turned and asked, “Does anyone know where the hell we’re going?!” Everyone laughed and said, “No, we’re following you!” Thankfully a guy pulled up the leg route on his phone and guided us through the first two turns. I remembered the rest of the route after that. After the first couple miles on Trinity, the 10 or so of us had settled into our respective paces. Three of us were at the front and had a significant lead on the rest of the pack.

We hit a red light at MLK Blvd. and my two competitors darted out between cars and kept the pace going north on Trinity to the UT campus. I got stuck at the light for what felt like an eternity and I could hear the other teams coming up behind me quickly. When the coast was clear and the light changed to green, I bolted to catch up with the two leaders. I was frustrated with the situation, but I didn’t let it get me down. I ran fast and was able to catch the first two guys in relatively short order. I decided to settle in right behind them and draft a little while. I made sure they knew I was directly behind them and I pushed them.

We made the turnaround at the campus and started back south on the downhill. That’s when I decided I was going to start making them work. I took the lead again and decided I was going to hold it for the rest of the leg. I took a deep breath, thanked the air for being 55-degrees, and I sped up. I heard them having to work behind me, so I kept making them work until I just couldn’t hear them anymore.

And I never looked back. And there was no one in sight behind me after I reached the exchange and Shawn started running the second leg of the race.

We charged on, day and night. In the afternoon we started passing people from the 4 a.m. wave and we just kept truckin’.

While it’s not official yet, I think we came in 5th place overall. 4th if the race determines that one of the teams cheated. The four teams that beat us were elites. Our team’s not elite. We’re just a bunch of Coast Busters.

Today marks the first day of Fall. Elise and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary last night. We stayed up too late and we ate things that our 40-something-year-old bodies just don’t agree with these days. Namely fried pickles and buffalo wings. We went to bed after midnight. We can barely pull that off on New Year’s Eve. We slept in until almost 9 a.m.

A slow start to the morning. We had scrambled eggs with spinach and toast. I wanted to go for a run so I could hit 30+ miles this week. Around 11 a.m. I felt human enough to go for a run. I asked Elise if she wanted to go for a 5-mile bike ride. She thought I was inviting her to go ride bikes. I cleared the confusion by telling her I was going to run. She could ride a bike. She agreed.

So we set out and we talked and ran and rode. It was a lot of fun. We headed east on Slaughter, north on Beckett, right on Convict Hill and checked out the progress on the Will Hampton Library. Not much progress there other than the early stages of gutting it. Then we hit the trails behind the library that connect to Dick Nichol’s park. Then we crossed Beckett again to go onto the Latta Branch greenbelt.

We meandered through puddles and the suburban streets. Just Elise and me. Talking about everything and nothing. It was a lot of fun. I love running with my wife. Even if she’s on a bike. Makes the miles just go by.