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‘We’re Not Watching Television. We’re Making Television’

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One vow I made to myself just a little more than two months ago, was to take advantage of my unemployment and do things I never had time for when I was constantly doing things for someone else. I’ve made good on that promise, including a special trip yesterday to Hollywood to be part of a studio audience for “ The Late Late Show With Craig Ferguson .” Who doesn’t love this guy? He’s funny, erudite, highly charming, and very good-looking. It turns out he’s also a genuinely nice guy. We weren’t allowed on the CBS lot with cameras, cell phones or PDAs, so there are no pictures of those several hours spent waiting in line, waiting for our orientation and then waiting in the tiny, very cold studio, let alone during the actual taping. I’ll download the other photos later for tomorrow’s Wordless Wednesday. Lunch at 4A We arrived a little too early to park in the CBS lot and stand in line with our tickets, so we drove around the block to The Grove and Farmer’s Market to kill time. I had m

Learning to Like Love the Walk

My online training log for the month looks pretty pathetic. It's also misleading. It would appear, at most, I work out two or three times a week at the gym, and that's it. In truth, almost every morning I get up, grab some tea and toast, grab my jog bra and shoes and head into the dark to walk the streets of my neighborhood. I have long hated walking, mainly because it hurt my hips and it hurt my pride. But lately I've learned to love the walk. I don't have to panic if I suddenly need to pee. I don't have to worry as much about my wardrobe. I don't have to replace my shoes as often. I don't fall (as much, anyway). I don't have to worry about bra support (as much, anyway). I don't obsess about time lost to detours and dead ends. I also get plenty more time to watch the world turn over for another day, to work up a light sweat, to check out my rich neighbors' illuminated interiors and to really think about the way I move my entire body (whic

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Falling for a New Fruit Juice

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Once upon a time a woman named Lynda and her husband bought a pistachio farm in central California and found it came with an orchard of exotic-looking orbs. Rather than raise the fruit trees to make way for another money-producer, the couple researched the market potential of this tart-tasting fruit and discovered these gems were nutritional gold. I’ve eaten pomegranates since Shelly Yoder shared one with me in the ninth grade. But it’s only been in recent years that the fruit has reached the height of its popularity – thanks in part to medical research, marketing genius and health-conscious consumers who like their food loaded with vitamins and antioxidants . And POM Wonderful , the juice that’s 100 percent pomegranate, is one of the best ways to get these benefits, I’ve just discovered. The folks at POM recently sent me a small box of 8-ounce bottles of their juice to try and report my findings here at Run DMZ. When my older daughter lived at home, I bought pomegranates almost we

Crash Course

My sister called me on Tuesday afternoon to let me know our parents, sister and 16-month-old nephew had been involved in a bad car crash. The collision happened at 11 in the morning and by 2 p.m. everyone had been safely delivered by ambulances to the hospital for CAT scans, tests, more x-rays and stitches. A woman from Portland whose son had just deployed to Afghanistan said she never saw the red traffic light before barreling into my parents’ new Nissan Pathfinder. Despite the condition of the car, the SUV held up pretty well even after flipping over. (And, just so you know, another Pathfinder once saved yet another sister’s life when a reckless driver’s trailer unhitched on an LA freeway and she careened into a concrete median.) My dad was hurt the worse, with a broken rib and a big cut and a bruised brain; my sister is sporting quite the black eye; and my mother says she told hospital staff she was in bad shape before the crash, so just ignore the limp. My nephew’s new car seat h

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Hail to the Haile

Haile Gebreselassie is going to try to beat his own world record (2:03:59) at the Berlin Marathon on Sept. 20. I like his attitude and his longevity. I like that he ran 10k daily to and then from school as a child. And he wants to be a politician not for the power but for the prospect of improving people's lives in his native Ethiopia and elsewhere. They even made a movie about him that I still haven't seen. I hope his plan works this weekend. "The sport has been great for me, a great learning place that if you want to achieve you can, even if you are from the poorest part of Africa." -- Haile Gebreselassie "This hand is not very active always, because it was in this hand that I carried my books. My carrying hand was always my strongest. Now I think my other hand has developed more muscles from signing all those autographs." -- Haile Gebreselassie

Next Time I'll Just Du It

After suffering through the night with a migraine, I decided to not join the others running around Coronado this morning. Instead, once I was fully recovered, I knocked down some tea and toast and headed to the gym for the first of my now-annual fall gym triathlons . I start with 20 minutes on three pieces of cardio equipment and work up to 30 minutes on each (our gym time limit) and then on gaining distance within each "event." Today's stats: Row: 3110 meters Cycle: 5.5 miles Crossramp*: 1.4 miles *I am not sure what this piece of equipment is called. I've been going to the gym twice a week to row, so that part was easy. So was the cycling, thanks to recent rides with Penelope. The tricky part was what to do for the third leg that didn't aggravate my achilles. The treadmill and outdoor track were out. The Stairmaster seemed like a stupid idea, so I settled on the elliptical trainer. Only the piece of equipment by Precor that I chose actually was a cross betw

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An Ironman at What Cost?

I'm currently doing research on exercise addiction as it relates to eating disorders and came across this piece by a competitive triathlete in our track club . I've never done an Ironman, so I'd be curious to hear what others think of this post. I did note the author is a full-time working mom, which means she monitors her time closely out of necessity. Here's an excerpt on signs of exercise addiction that I found particularly thought-provoking: Seven warning signs of exercise addiction are: 1. Always working out alone, isolated from others. 2. Always following the same rigid exercise pattern. 3. Exercising for more than two hours daily, repeatedly. 4. Fixation on weight loss or calories burned. 5. Exercising when sick or injured. 6. Exercising to the point of pain and beyond. I’d be willing to bet that those of you who have completed an Ironman, or are currently training for an Ironman, can relate to the majority of these warning signs. Now ask yourself, is this by

About Those Pills You've Been Popping...

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Longtime readers of Run DMZ may recall I’ve had some rather interesting experiences with analgesics and running. I once overdosed on Tylenol while running in one of the nation’s richest ZIP codes . More spectacularly, too much Motrin seriously impacted my renal system during my last marathon . Since then I’ve had a love-hate relationship with over-the-counter painkillers, which is why I read with deep interest a recent entry on the New York Times’ Well blog about whether NSAIDs, particularly ibuprofen, actually do more harm than good – at least on really, really long runs. In one experiment, researchers monitored Western States runners separated by those who took ibuprofen and those who didn't. Those runners who’d popped over-the-counter ibuprofen pills before and during the race displayed significantly more inflammation and other markers of high immune system response afterward than the runners who hadn’t taken anti-inflammatories. The ibuprofen users also showed signs of mil

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