I’m having so much fun changing it up and running more trails, getting off the roads a bit, and dodging mountain lions and killer woodpeckers, that I decided I needed to try a few more new things, especially new things that won’t lead me to an early death (I can only risk my life one activity at a time). So, last night, when I awoke at 2 a.m., instead of turning on the Nanny, I started thinking of all the things I’ve been dying to try, but always came up with an excuse not to. After I weeded my list down to five doable options (I had to discard a few for being cost prohibitive, time prohibitive, or quasi-illegal), this is what I’ve decided to try:
1. A cooking class at Le Cordon Bleu. This week’s class is all about holiday sweets, so how could I not give it a try? I’ve been dying to take classes at the famed culinary school, but never had the nerve. But when truffles were on the menu, my yearning for the delectable treat overrode my chicken heart.
2. Make a plum tart. Now, this may not seem like a big deal to any of you, but I AM AFRAID OF PIE CRUST. There. I’ve admitted it. True bakers can be very “judgy”, especially when pie crust is involved. Each baker has his/her own opinion about what a good crust should taste and feel like. I have been afraid of the pressure. But no more. I bought 6 gorgeous plums at the Farmer’s Market, and it’s time to face my pastry fears and BAKE.
3. Ride my bike further than around my block. Again, for many of you, this seems like a wimpy challenge. But remember how I fall down a lot? Remember how I zone out while I’m running? Both of these special “qualities” have made me a very reticent cyclist. This weekend, I will be reticent no more – okay, maybe still reticent, but reticent while astride my trusty hybrid bike. I am going to set a destination and ride there. And every now and then I will stop to snap a few photos, because taking them on the go would probably lead to me falling off the bike and getting run over by a Frozen Fish Truck.
4. Do a long trail run. This one is sort of cheating because I actually do quite a few of my long runs on trails. But usually I do loops so that I retain my “loopy” comfort while getting to run on dirt. This long run, I will actually plan ahead (i.e., carry enough water and fuel) and do an out and back. I will really work on thinking about things other than, “How hungry does a mountain lion have to be to eat a human?” or “Is it true that yetis always go for people with pony tails?” Yikes. This goal is already making me sweat. Where’s my mace?
5. I will try a new restaurant. Okay, this one isn’t really a challenge, but give me a break. I might get eaten on a mountain, run over by a truck when I fall off my bike, be thrown out of Truffle class by a snooty French Chef, or poison a loved one with a terrible pie crust. I DESERVE A HAPPY MEAL! Okay, not a Happy Meal™, but a meal that is happy.
What are you going to do this weekend? Does it involve possible death, dismemberment, or acute embarrassment? If it does, make sure you have a happy meal!