Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
This was one of my favorite sights on Route 7 when we last visited Vermont. I made E pull a ridiculous turn in the middle of the highway so I could get a photo of it this time.
The business behind it has a FOR SALE sign up, so who knows if it will be there next time.
No, I did not inquire to see if the statue could be purchased a la cart.
Now for another eight hours of driving.
We are presently vacationing in utterly gorgeous Middlebury and Leicester, Vermont, where we’re visiting our friends Kat and Jeremy on their new old farm, complete with 200+ year old farm house and hilarious and adorable still-pretty-new baby.
When we last visited in 2009 there was no new-old farm or pretty-new baby, and I became obsessed with the local donuts and unexpectedly played a concert.
The barn.
The tomatoes.
Broccoli as far as the eye can see.
Also of note, apparently every town in Vermont includes at least one life-changingly amazing ice cream shop. I don’t even want to talk about the quantity that I devoured.
I didn’t get any good shots of the baby, but the bit where she was standing up on the back of a motorcycle was one of the highlights of the trip.
Lilly white at the start line with my run-buddy @AllieHarch!
Today I ran Philadelphia’s inaugural Color Run with my friend and fellow blogger @AllieHarch. It was my first 5k, and the biggest Color Run in the world to date!
The Color Run is an awesome 5k that makes running fun and accessible for athletes of all levels – even someone like me who hates running. While a wave of “tough” runs add obstacles and challenges to their courses, The Color Run marks your route with clouds of primary and secondary colors and celebrates your finish with the best rainbow-colored 8am dance party you’ll ever attend.
Despite almost backing out at 10pm last night, I am so very happy I followed through. I feel awesome from the exercise, and covered my smile quotient for the week. The thrill that went through the crowd as we approached either color zone was incredible, and the party at the end was actually fun!
Sound like your kind of event? There are Color Runs all over the world! If you decide do do one, here are some tips for your from someone who just ran his first race (and who also happens to work to produce one of the largest races in the country).
Our friend @mayasalloum after her rainbow partying at the finish.
1. Be prepared.
If you drive to the run, pack a fresh change of clothes (sneakers, too!) and two sheets or towels – one to lay your shirt on to dry, and another for the seat of your car.
If you don’t drive, at least pack a small gym towel or kerchief in your running sack.
For the race itself, keep your phone and keys in a plastic bag. Even if they’re stain-proof, you don’t want the paste of sweat and color-dust on them.
2. Do the (first) wave.
Post-Run, but Pre-Party
If you want to make the most of the post-race party and the rest of your day, line up early.
We lined up at 6:30am and we were in the first wave to cross the start line at 7am, with no delay. Waves were still releasing when we finished! That gave us plenty of time to take photos and party without it being too crowded.
3. Run, don’t race.
As 5k events go, I did not get the impression that this was one where you should strive to set a personal record. For one, you’ll miss out on getting blasted with color on the course! While I certainly ran enough to make it challenging, the people having the most fun were with groups of friends laughing with each other and meeting new people.
Front row at the party!
4. Avert your eyes.
Well, maybe not avert, but cover them up with a cool pair of shades! Judging from the artillery fire of pinks and purples on my glasses, they were the right way to go. You’ll be squinting and wincing constantly without them.
5. Breath easy.
I found it a little challenging to breath in the 30 seconds after each color zone – it’s as if a bag of colorful flour exploded in your kitchen!
If you think this will bother you, just buy a cheap, disposable dust mask at the drug store to wear in the color zones until the dust clears. Don’t worry, there is plenty of clear space between them to breath freely.
6. Colors run, wet sets.
Sweating through my shirt seemed to set the colors, and encouraged them to bleed into each other, creating a muddy mess where orange met green. Similarly, my sweatiest body parts attracted/absorbed the most color.
If you really want a distinctly colored splatter on your commemorative shirt, wear a tank top beneath your shirt to slow down the colors from running.
Allie and I looking ridiculous, mid-party.
7. Use your head(band).
Going along with that last one, you really don’t want sweat on your face and in your eyes at this event. Make use of the freebie sweatband and/or wear a bandanna.
8. A colorful party.
You can only accumulate so much color on the course itself. If you really want to become a rainbow you need to locate the party at your finish line, where they continue to dispense color packets like Pez while everyone dances. Even if you’re not up for a dance party, the festive environment is unique and very photogenic.
9. The brush-off.
Resist the urge to rinse off your face at the finish or advance immediately to scrubbing when you return home. Your first pass at your face should be a gentle brushing off using facial tissue or a makeup pad. Then, try dabs of olive oil rather than water.
I have sensitive skin and huge, hungry pores, but this tactic kept my face free and clear post-race.
Rainbow haze.
10. Color within the lines.
If you rely on your face, hands, or other bare body part for work or play, consider protecting them from the end-of-run color. Despite dedicated scrubbing of my hands, I’m afraid to play guitar or read graphic novels – my two big Sunday pastimes!
In retrospect, I might have appreciated a set of rubber gloves to wear at the party.
The food of Las Vegas is at once awful and awesome, sometimes within the same meal. It is an unhealthy mecca of artery-busting delights.
Yesterday I had the best bite of food I have ever bitten in my life. It was the Rough Cut Tuna Nachos at Bobby Flay’s Mesa Grill.
I don’t know if I can properly describe the experience to you. The rarest of rare tuna that almost melted on my tongue, dotted with capers and drizzled with reductions of chilis, avocados, and mangos, served on bite-sized puffed corn chips.
I thoughtlessly stuffed my first serving into my mouth and then halted, closing my eyes and sighing deeply as the flavor of it seeped into my tastebuds.
After that, my eating was much more measured. Each chip had to be perfectly arrayed with the correct blend of flavors, less I wind up with a sub-optimal bite of food. Each time I involuntarily closed my eyes once the taste hit my tongue. The experience was downright sensual.
The dish was $16, and included enough raw cubes of tuna for two. I would have gladly swiped my credit card for a $16 charge for every bite.
We will be going back to Mesa Grill.
PS: They also serve Cosmopolitan‘s #1 Must-Drink cocktail: The Cactus Pear Margarita, as pictured above. It was every bit as good of a bright pink drink as that distinction implies (and I don’t even like tequila).
PPS: Actually, we didn’t have a single thing that was less than amazing in the entire meal. Highly recommended.