It's not what you think. Unless you think that a white cake of Dial or Irish Spring (but not Ivory or Dove) has magical, medicinal powers, fending off muscle cramps, back spasms, migraine headaches, and perhaps, even the common cold, in which case, it is exactly what you think.
This past August, in the wake of my questionable decision to sign up for the Cooper River Bridge Run, I threw out my back. It was a kind of routine injury for me, but this time, I really did it good -- teary-eyed and crumpled on the floor, before being driven to the doctor by my teenaged son.
Few things bring on unsolicited advice -- both medical and not -- like a doctor's visit. Well-meaning friends and family suggested all kinds of cures -- heating pads and ice packs, exercise and bedrest, hot tea and Scotch, massages and chiropractic treatment all made the list. As did soap.
No kidding. A close family member suggested that I tuck a bar between my mattress and box spring. She even went so far as to suggest that I get some of those little hotel soaps and keep them in my pocket. And since the "advisor" was my mom -- with 20 years actual medical experience -- I did.
And wouldn't you know it? About eight weeks later, my back issue was resolved. Of course, it could've been the months of physical therapy. Or, it could've been the prescription drugs, which, at the very least, altered my thinking sufficiently so I found it entirely reasonable to order $300 worth of "Steals and Deals" from The Today Show website one Thursday morning. While I was at home. Not at work. In other words, squandering money while not making money.
Or, it could've been that little white cake of Dial.
In any event, I got back on my feet, and in January, got back into training. Now, tomorrow morning, I aim to complete a 10K run across the Cooper River Bridge.
And, yes, tonight I'll be sleeping with a bar of soap. Just in case.
Sadly I haven't lost a single pound (what the aitch?) while preparing for the run, even though I've been eating pretty healthily. One of our current favorites is this simple Caesar Salad with Parmesan Crisps. I'll post the recipe soon -- but for now, I've got to run!
Apparently not, because my registration packet has now
arrived via USPS and even though I haven’t yet “been there and done that,” I do
have the t-shirt, along with a race bib with “Cheryl” imprinted on it and a
computer timing chip built-in.
Let me be clear:
I am not a runner. I'm a 49-year-old mom who would never be confused for a runner. A single glance tells all: I am not
built for speed. If anything, I’m
built for sauvignon blanc. Or, in
the right company, single-malt scotch.
I didn’t run track in high
school. I’ve never run away. I’d never consider running for office. I’ve never even run out of gas.
OK. I have had my share of runs, but that was back in the days of pantyhose, and I
can assure you that a silver "egg" of Suntan Sheer Energy L’Eggs did nothing to prepare me to run 10
kilometers in a pack of 43,999 athletes from Mt. Pleasant over the (new) Cooper
River Bridge and into downtown Charleston.
I am, however, making an effort. I have a training schedule. An eye-popping neon yellow top so Cougar Bait can rescue me after race. And new shoes. I know. In most situations, "new shoes" would cure all ills. But when it comes to running shoes, maybe not so much. My 17-year-old son's response to my recent "mile-time" stat was, “Gawd, Mom. Were you even trying?”
Was I trying? Did
my hunched-over hobble to the sofa not give it away? Where are crutches when you need them?
With the run now two weeks away, I am verging on panic. Yesterday, I pushed to prove that I can go the distance. The good news is that it turns out that I can. The bad news is that the weather must
be perfect, that I’m on a course I know like the back of my hand, and that
43,999 other people aren’t running with me.
Maybe I just need to eat better. Something like this Seared Ginger-Lime Salmon with Slaw.
Nah. What am I
thinking? It can’t be that easy. It can however, be pretty darn tasty!
Seared Ginger-Lime Salmon with Slaw
I use the same, super-flavorful mix for both the marinade and the dressing. This amount will work with up to four salmon fillets.
Pieces of salmon fillet
Napa cabbage, sliced in ribbons (1 heaping cup per serving)
Red bell pepper, sliced in thin ribbons (1 quarter pepper per serving)
Feta cheese, crumbled (2 tablespoons per serving)
Pignoli nuts, toasted (1 tablespoon per serving)
Marinade/Dressing
Juice of two limes
1 large clove of garlic, chopped
2 inch knob of fresh ginger, peeled and roughly chopped
2 tablespoons rice vinegar
2 tablespoons soy sauce
1 teaspoon toasted (dark) sesame oil
1/4 cup vegetable oil
Combine marinade/dressing ingredients in a blender and blend until very smooth. Pour about half (1/4 cup) into a zipper-sealed plastic bag with salmon pieces. Marinate, at room temperature for 15 minutes. Drain and remove salmon pieces. Sear in a nonstick skillet over medium heat, until done and flakes easily. Set aside, covering loosely with aluminum foil while you assemble the slaw.
In a medium-sized bowl, combine remaining "marinade/dressing" with napa cabbage and red bell pepper (for four servings, use one small head of napa cabbage, plus, one bell pepper). Toss well, serve with salmon, garnishing with feta cheese and pignoli nuts.
