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First Watch: Gluten and Allergen-Friendly Restaurant

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First Watch: Gluten and Allergen-Friendly Restaurant

7 Comments 08 October 2012

There’s a new restaurant in town called First Watch. The Husband heard the buzz that they were gluten friendly, so we had to check it out for brunch on Sunday.  First Watch is a breakfast, brunch, and lunch spot that serves pancakes, omelets, salads, and sandwiches.  At first I thought that it would be a typical greasy diner that offered gluten-free substitutions like Udi’s bread. Not so. All menu items are freshly made to order, and they don’t have microwaves, heat lamps, or deep fryers.

This is not a greasy food joint.  There are plenty of healthy food options.

So how was the gluten-free experience? It was fantastic! When I asked if they had a gluten-free menu, our waitress, Janette, said that she’d bring it right away. She also explained that she had Celiac and that she would be happy to help me if I had questions about the menu.

The gluten-free menu was extensive. They do not have gluten-free breads, muffins, or pancakes. That would be ideal. But they do allow you bring in your own bread. You could order one of their sandwiches without the bread and make your own sandwich at the table.  It’s nice to have permission to do what I typically do under the table!

Janette was also aware enough to explain that since the printing of the menu, they have learned that some of the salad dressings are not truly gluten-free. While the ingredients are gluten free, some of the products have cross-contamination issues at the factory, so she said that she would help me steer clear of those. What a great waitress! (They are in the process of updating their gluten-free menu.)

On the back of the gluten-free menu, there is also a chart that lists common allergens in their menu items, which is very helpful for those who have multiple food allergies.

And if those two resources aren’t enough to help you navigate safely through the menu, the bottom of the gluten-free menu has a list of items to avoid if you’re gluten-free and the reasons why.

Now that’s attention to detail.

I ordered the Tri-Athlete.  I couldn’t resist the name. Even though I’ve only done one triathlon, I’m still a triathlete, right? But I was also looking for something really healthy. This egg-white omelet was listed under the The Healthier Side, and served without the English Muffin made it gluten free.

After I ordered The Tri-Athlete gluten free, Janette asked me a question that I’ve never heard before in a restaurant.  “Do you have an allergy or are you gluten free by choice?” What a great question! This is a restaurant that takes allergies seriously.

The omelet was delicious.  And our waitress put me at such ease that I had absolutely no concerns about the safety of my meal. In fact, she explained that the staff would change their gloves before preparing my meal.

Served with a side of fruit, this egg white and veggie omelet was the healthy brunch that I was looking for.

We had a lovely, stress-free experience. The food was really good. And the service was top notch.

And just when I thought the experience couldn’t get any better, we got the bill.  The total was extremely reasonable (where else can you get a healthy brunch for two for $20?) but the top of our slip looked like this.

Not only did the waitress write “Gluten Allergy” at the top, but she wrote it in a red pen and then circled my order in red.  Just one more safety precaution.

The Brentwood location is reported to be the first of three to five additional locations to open in the Nashville area. I look forward to having more First Watch locations. Gluten-free or not, this is just good food.

The Gluten-Free Cat gives First Watch two paws up!

210 Franklin Road
Brentwood, TN 37027

Readers, dish!

  • Have you ever eaten at First Watch?
  • What are your favorite gluten-free brunch places?
  • What do you order when eating brunch gluten free?
7 Links – Reflecting and Remembering

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7 Links – Reflecting and Remembering

10 Comments 15 September 2011

I am honored to have been tagged by Shirley of GFE (Gluten-Free Easily) with a 7 Links blogging challenge.  For this 7 Links event, bloggers must choose their posts that best fit the following categories: Most Beautiful PostMost Popular PostMost Controversial PostMost Helpful PostPost Whose Success Surprised MePost That Didn’t Get Attention It Deserved, and Post I Am Most Proud of. Check out Shirley’s 7 Links – Reflections on Past Posts for some incredible posts that you might have missed.  I’m not the greatest at reflection, because that actually takes being still and thinking.  I’m more of a think and drive forward at the speed of light kind of girl.  But I’ll give this a shot!

Most Beautiful Post

Gluten-Free Ravioli on Christmas Eve is beautiful to me for many reasons.  First of all, just look at the picture!  Is there anything more beautiful than gluten-free Italian food after fearing that you’ll never eat pasta again?  After years of spending Christmas vacation traveling to visit our families who are all across the country, the Husband and I spent last Christmas at home.  Our Christmas Eve was magical.  It was beautiful.  And it was delicious. We played music, sipped red wine, and made the most delicious Spinach, Mushroom, Cheese Ravioli from scratch.  This post will walk you through the process, step by step, and hopefully it will inspire you to try something you never thought was possible.

Most Popular Post

Baked French Toast with Bananas and Almond Butter.  How could that NOT be one of my most popular posts?  Just the thought of it makes me swoon!  There’s even a dusting of cocoa powder on this incredible breakfast entree.  But the amazing thing about this meal is that it’s actually healthy!  Sure, you could put it over the top by stuffing it with almond butter and chocolate chips and drenching it with maple syrup, but the recipe I came up with has the perfect combination of goodness that leaves you feeling happily satisfied.

Most Controversial Post

I’m not a controversial writer.  Nobody seems to be bothered by anything I have to say. Maybe that means I play it safe.  Maybe that means my readers and I have a lot in common. But my very first Friday’s Find hit a hot button.  I chose to review Snyder’s of Hanover Gluten-Free Pretzels.  I was thrilled to have found a regular company that offered a gluten-free version, and I jumped at the chance to rave about it.  There was quite a buzz on Twitter and Facebook about cross contamination and illness from the ingredient palm oil.  I learned very quickly to do my research!

Most Helpful Post

My most helpful post was Smoothing the GF Transition with Smoothies.  I was honored that Diane of The Whole Gang invited me to be a part of the 30 Days to Easy Gluten-Free Living blog event.  If you haven’t read the 30 incredible entries, please do.  Because this was such a popular event, my little post about my smoothie secrets got a lot of visitors.  In this post, I shared my recipe for creating a well-balanced smoothie and gave links to some of my favorite combinations as well as links to smoothies by some of my favorite bloggers.  I’m not sure if anyone but a blogger truly understands the joy in receiving comments on her blog! But the encouraging responses for this piece had me happy dancing for a week!

Post Whose Success Surprised Me

As part of my weekly Friday’s Find, I reviewed a gluten-free tortilla produced by Maria and Ricardo’s Tortilla Factory.  I really like the tortillas, and the post inspired me to come up with vegan Black Bean Sweet Potato Tacos.  This post was particularly successful because the recipe was selected as the winner of the Le Creuset Gluten-Free Recipe Contest hosted by Paul of Food, Living, and Everything Else!

Post That Didn’t Get the Attention It Deserved

I could make a very long list, ha!  But I’m a needy writer.  As a blogger, I may spend hours on a post that I feel is amazing, and it might get one comment.  From my mom.  It’s so hard to know which posts are going to be wildly popular and which will be sent into cyberspace with nary a glance.  But one recent post that I was wild about was Baked Tilapia with Sweet Cherry Salsa.  Even if you aren’t a fish fan, you will LOVE this salsa.  I promise!

Post I Am Most Proud Of

This post has almost nothing to do with gluten-free food.  It is called The Terrible, Horrible, Incredible Triathlon.  Last summer, I ran my first triathlon.  I didn’t start with a sprint tri.  I jumped in and trained for an Olympic which consisted of a mile swim, a 25 mile bike, and a 6.2 mile run.  I’m most proud of this post, because it summarizes one of the most challenging feats I’ve ever conquered.  There is nothing more satisfying that crossing the finish line after pushing your body to its limit!

Thank you, Shirley for choosing me as one of your five bloggers to share my 7 Links.  Now it’s my turn to tag 5 more bloggers.  I know you’ll love hearing from these five lovely girls. You may even fall in love with a new blog!

Valerie of City Life Eats

Courtney of Gluten-Free Jesus Freak

Leanne of Healthful Pursuit

Brittany of Real Sustenance

Sunny of And Love it Too!  (read Sunny’s 7 Links Post here!)

The Terrible, Horrible, Incredible Triathlon


The Terrible, Horrible, Incredible Triathlon

16 Comments 21 August 2010

It has been a long week, a week that started with accomplishing the most intense physical challenge of my life, followed by teaching my first week of school with a new class in a new team in a new grade, and then teaching my regular fitness classes.  There have been no gluten-free aha moments, no evenings of cooking delicious meals (unless you count a really good gluten-free pizza topped with string cheese).

(String cheese actually works pretty well in a pinch.)

There has been no time to tweet with my gluten-free friends, and definitely no time for blogging.  I’ve missed my blogalicious friends tremendously.  I’m physically and mentally exhausted, and now that it’s finally the weekend, I have a cold.

I’m done complaining.  It really hasn’t been as terrible as it sounds.  I have a fantastic class of cute, quirky, smart, thoughtful, squirmy little nine- and ten-year olds.  My new team is great, although I miss my old teammates.  And I just completed an Olympic length triathlon!!!  I still can’t believe it.

I knew I could bike the 25 miles.  I’ve taught spin classes for years, I’ve worked really hard on speed, and I rode 35 miles several times this summer.  I had no idea how fast I could bike though in a racing situation.

I knew I could run 6.2 miles.  It would be hard after swimming and biking, but I knew I could push through it, and I could even walk if I needed to.  I was not concerned with time.  I just wanted to finish this triathlon.

But the swim.  I wasn’t sure about the swim.  I knew I could swim over a mile in a pool.  Cardiovascularly, I was ready for this.  But swimming in a lake would bring a host of challenges.

And they were all terrible and horrible.

That swim was one of the most terrifying moments I can remember.  But I was glad to have the Husband and Andrea there to remind me that I was going to give it my all and that I could do it.

What was I so afraid of?  See here.  Out of that LONG list of fears, I experienced every single one of them, except for the snakes.  And each one was as terrifying as I imagined it being.

I got kicked in the head at the start.  I got smacked and grabbed by the flailing arms and legs of other competitors.  I couldn’t catch my breath, so I couldn’t put my face in the water without gasping.  I couldn’t swim in a straight line.  As people were passing me while I was doing the SIDE STROKE, I thought, “Who are you kidding?  You don’t belong out here!!!” But as I rounded the first buoy, I was able to get my face in the water.  I got into a rhythm, and the time swimming increased, and the time dog paddling decreased.  It was long, it was miserable, I did a lot of praying.  And I can’t remember being happier to leave anywhere than I was while running out of that lake.  And despite all of my floundering, I still can’t believe that I swam 1500 meters in 27:10.

Transitioning to the bike, I put the swim out of my mind and prepared for the best ride of my life.  The great thing about being a slow swimmer is that there are more people to pass on the road!  I biked hard and fast, finishing in 1:17:26.

The run was excruciating.  I hit a spot between miles two and three when those doubts started creeping in again.  “What are you doing out here?  These people know what they’re doing.  You’re an elementary school teacher, not an athlete.  You are so not in their league.”  But I pushed those voices aside and put one foot in front of the other.

I kept passing an older man on the bike and the run.  And then he’d creep up and pass me again.  We swapped positions several times until we were side-by-side for the last mile.  After a terrifying swim, a wonderful bike ride, and five miles of flipping back and forth between physical and mental numbness and physical and mental pain, this man encouraged me through the last mile.  When I wanted to slow down a little on the final hill, he told me to pick it up.  When I wondered if I could make it, he told me that I could.   We crossed the finish line together and ended our brief friendship with a high five.  A total stranger.  But I’ll never forget him.

I was pleased with a time of 56:09 for the 10k run.  Heck, I was pleased just to be done running.

It was terrible, horrible, and incredible all at the same time.  But the most wonderful moment was the moment when it was all over.  Not only had I accomplished my goal of finishing the triathlon, but I finished way sooner than I had hoped at 2:48:49.

And THAT is incredible!

Tomorrow is the Day


Tomorrow is the Day

1 Comment 14 August 2010

It’s the day that I’ve been training for all summer.

It’s the day that has always been weeks away.

It’s the day that I’ve feared.

It’s the day that I’ve looked forward to.

And it’s finally here.

Tomorrow is the Day.

So, today we prepare.

Today we pack.

Today I endure butterflies performing triple backflips in the pit of my stomach.

And I can’t wait for that moment when I know that I’ve survived the lake swim.

Or when I’ve crossed this finish line.

Tomorrow is the Day.

My First Open Water Swim


My First Open Water Swim

6 Comments 08 August 2010

I am not normally a procrastinator.  The closer a due date comes, the more stress I feel.  So my theory is that in order to minimize stress, just get the task done early.  The due date comes, the stress level is low, and my task is complete.

You can’t procrastinate when training for a distance event.  The body needs time to adapt to the progressively increasing mileage.  I’ve been training all summer for my first triathlon, increasing mileage each week, compounding workouts, until I actually completed race distance in all three events yesterday.  I feel so good going into this race, knowing that I have a 1.5k swim, a 40k bike, and a 10k run under my belt.  Now I just need to do it all one more time, for real, next Sunday.

Although I’m not a procrastinator, especially when it comes to training, there is one little thing that I’ve kept putting off.  The open water swim.  I’ve been deathly afraid of swimming just under a mile in a lake.

What am I so afraid of?

1.  Getting tired and not being able to hold onto the side of the pool to catch my breath.

2.  Snakes.

3.  Swimming across the natural habitat of many species that I can’t see but that can see me.

4.  Snakes.

5.  Not being able to see the bottom of the lake.

6.  Snakes.

7.  Not being able to swim in a straight line without lane lines.

8.  Snakes.

9.  Flailing arms and legs around me and choking on their splashing.

10.  Snakes.

This morning was the very last moment that I had to swim in a lake as school starts tomorrow, and next weekend will be spent traveling to Fall Creek Falls.

Today had to be the day.

The sun was just starting to rise when I slowly walked down to the water’s edge.

Fog was hovering above the lake as I gingerly tiptoed into the bath-like water.

The mossy rocks felt disgusting under my feet, and I couldn’t wait to get in far enough to pull my feet up and tread water.  But, kerplunk!  I slipped and fell, enjoying the slimy bottom with more than just my toes.  Ick.

But I did it.

The Husband swam next to me, encouraging me the whole way.  We swam across the cove of the lake and back again.  I practiced sighting, aiming for a tree, and I was amazed when I stopped in the middle to see just how far I’d come.  Going back and forth in a pool you don’t get a true picture of the distance that you’ve covered.  But when you stop in the middle of the lake and see tiny your tiny car back on the bank, it’s quite evident.

I didn’t panic, I had a little practice sighting and adjusting my direction, I didn’t see a single snake, and I swam through the green water only being able to see my fingertips as I reached through each stroke.

I only swam back and forth once.  But that was enough for me to realize that I can do this next weekend.  There’s nothing to be afraid of.  (And the snakes will be scared away before I even get into the water as the women start after the men!)

Triathlon, here I come!


Vacation Fitness – Biking, Swimming, Yoga, and Stand Up Paddle Boarding


Vacation Fitness – Biking, Swimming, Yoga, and Stand Up Paddle Boarding

3 Comments 22 July 2010

I am thoroughly enjoying vacation.

Walks on the beach.

Time with my best friend.

Watching dolphins from our deck.

Time to rest, and time for fitness fun.

When I call my group fitness buddies and ask them to teach my spin and sculpting classes for a week while I’m on vacation, I breathe a sigh of relief when I finally have the classes covered.  It’s hard to find instructors that you trust to take care of your people, so I’m always thankful when every class will be subbed by high-quality instructors.  But I’m also thankful, because my body needs a week off.  When you attend group fitness classes, you have the choice of whether or not to show up.  When you teach the classes, there is no choice.  Headache?  Time to teach.  Too busy?  Take a break and teach.  Sore?  Oh well, time to lead rounds of squats and lunges.  Thankfully, I love what I do.  But everyone needs a week off.

Of course, this summer, there really isn’t an off week since we’re training for the triathlon.  But without classes to teach, the body will get some downtime.  In theory anyway.

Yesterday, we experienced the joys and the utter frustration of biking on an island.  We rode 23. 5 miles.  The first 11.5 were spent riding into the wind with cramping hamstrings and glutes at a measly 10 miles per hour!  It was a miserable ride on a narrow, bumpy shoulder.  I couldn’t feel my hands because of the vibrations, I was dehydrated because I was too freaked out to reach down and grab my bottle, which I even dropped once, and every aching pedal stroke seemed to get me nowhere.  We were supposed to go further, but after 11.5, I hollered up to the Husband to stop so I could stretch my seizing legs.  Not a fun ride at all.

As soon as we turned around and had the wind at our backs, we were flying!  Suddenly we were cruising along at 22 mph, making it back to our town in record time.

We biked to a lap pool next, which didn’t open until later in the morning.  That is why we opted to bike before our swim.  I’ve always told the Husband that I wished that the swimming portion of the triathlon was last.  Then I could just float to the finish line after the hard work of biking and running.  He said that people would drown if they swam last.  I never believed him until yesterday.

Swimming after biking 23.5 miles was miserable!  I swam my mile, but it took about 20 laps for my arms to feel like they weren’t made of lead.

Today was not a triathlon training day.  So, what would you do on your “off day”?

Mine started with a leisurely walk along the beach…

…on my way to a beach yoga class.

Yoga poolside with a view of the ocean was a delightful way to start the day,

especially because I was rather stiff from that nasty bike ride.

Then the Husband convinced me to join him in a stand up paddle boarding class.  The Husband loves to surf.  I love to watch.  The Husband grew up on a skateboard.  I was the klutziest girl in elementary school.  The Husband loves being in the ocean.  I’m scared of being eaten by the creatures who live in the ocean.  So it took a bit of convincing.

But I did it!  I stood on that paddle board, learned how to balance, fought the current, and maneuvered that board around the sound!  You would not believe the core, shoulder, and back workout that you get from digging that paddle into the water.

As I watched the crabs and fish swim under my board, I had extra incentive to stay as balanced as possible.  I was NOT going to fall off my board and have my toes nibbled!

And now we rest.  A little nap time.  A little blogging.  A little book reading on the deck.

A walk on the beach to see crabs after dinner.

Happy vacation.

A Little Prep Goes a Long Way


A Little Prep Goes a Long Way

2 Comments 28 June 2010

It has been in the 90’s in Nashville for weeks now, and summer just officially started last week.  My summer workouts typically take place inside in the aerobics or cycling studios, but this summer triathlon training has required me to be out in the heat.  And I’m not a fan of intense heat.  So we’ve been getting up much earlier than any school teacher on summer vacation would choose to be up, just to workout before the heat of the day becomes unbearable.

On Saturday morning we had the longest brick workout yet.  Slipping into the pool at 6:00am, I barely noticed the difference between the air temperature and the 86 degree water.  We got in a 35 minute swim, and then we were off to the truck to get the bikes.

The truck was packed with everything we needed for this three hour event.

Brick workouts don’t actually start in the morning.  They start the evening before with the process of packing the truck with everything we’ll need for a successful workout.  Here’s a sample of the preparation:

1.  Bathing suits, towels, and goggles laid out.  Road IDs and watches ready to be strapped on in the truck on the way.

2.  Bikes on the back of the truck.  (On our new bike rack!!!  Woo hoo!)

3.  Biking shorts, cycling shirts, gloves, cycling shoes, socks, sunglasses, and GU gels ready.  The socks and GUs placed in the cycling shoes and the gloves and sunglasses in the bike helmets.

4.  Running shoes, laces untied for quick transition.

5.  Four water bottles and two Myoplex recovery drinks in the fridge and ready for tomorrow.

As we transitioned between the pool and the bike ride an elderly gentleman walked by our truck as we were pulling equipment out.  “In my day, I just hopped on my bike if I wanted to go for a ride.”  Ha!  No fancy shoes, bike helmets, GPS watches, or cycling shirts with pockets for your GU gels?  How did you ever survive?

Our ride was LONG, just over 26 miles in 107 minutes, but it was so much fun.  I’m really starting to love roadbiking now that I have the gearing down and my balance and control have improved.  But for the last 30 minutes or so of the ride, I was already dreading the run ahead.  I knew it would be miserable. It always is.

It was only an 18 minute run, but I had never run that long after a swim and bike.  Even those shorter runs were miserable in a brick, so I was nervous. 

Was it miserable? YES!  Incredibly miserable.  And oh it was hot, so so so hot.  But I did it!  I swam just under race distance, biked more than race distance, and all I have to add now is 4 more miles to the run that I did today.  The chasm between what I know I can do and the goal ahead just got a little bit smaller.

It took a whole lot of preparation, determination, and buckets of sweat, but I did it!  I was proud of myself, but I was even happier that it was over!  I did a little victory dance in the parking lot.

Maybe, just maybe I’m going to survive training in the heat this summer.  And maybe I’ll even survive the triathlon in August!

Bike Maintenance 101


Bike Maintenance 101

3 Comments 23 June 2010

I depend on the Husband during every training ride.  He chooses the length and route, he leads and I follow, and I know that he’ll be there if I need him.  Of course he’ll be there if I do something stupid and tip over in the parking lot, but he’s also there to fix flat tires and put the chain back on if it falls off.

But not on race day.  It’s all me.  If I get a flat, I’ve got to fix it, or the race is over.  And I’ve worked too hard for that.  So that gave me a little motivation to learn something that I care absolutely nothing about.  Replacing a tube.

Last weekend I took Bike Maintenance 101, which was taught by a very patient Husband.  He’s been repairing bikes since he was a kid, so he knows the official names for parts like the poky thingy, the spiky thingy, the clicker changer thingy, and the whirly thingy.  But even more important than that, he knows what to do when the parts don’t do what they’re supposed to do.

I knew I had to learn this stuff before the triathlon, but since I had an opportunity to ride with a friend this week I had to learn sooner than later.  I’d be the one leading this ride, so I needed to be ready in case anything went wrong.

So the Husband took me to REI and I got my own little bike purse.

Or “gear bag”.  I was hoping for a pink one, but it’s the perfect size for my repair gear, my iPhone, and a pink lip gloss.

And we got this cool tire inflator that works with a CO2 cartridge.  I just love gadgets, and although I prefer gadgets that work in the kitchen, I was quite impressed with this one.  With one squeeze of the trigger my tire inflated perfectly!  Fun!

Finally I got something pink.  The tire pryer, or the “tire lever”.

Oh yes, and the new inside tire, or “tube”.

So, I practiced in the comfort of my living room, I passed the Husband’s test, and I was ready for my first ride without him.  Although I’m armed with a little knowledge and hands-on experience, I still hope I never have to fix a flat tire at the side of the road!

My First (and hopefully ONLY) Crash


My First (and hopefully ONLY) Crash

3 Comments 20 June 2010

When I started training for the triathlon, the Husband told me that it’s not a matter of if I will crash on the bike, but when I will crash.  Yesterday, I had my crash.  And I’m really hoping it counts.

As we were swimming laps, I kept seeing the sky getting darker and darker.  I was really hoping that we could finish our swim before hearing thunder followed by lifeguard whistles.  Thankfully, we finished that portion of our training and headed out to get our bikes.  Maybe my mind was on the fact that the hot and humid morning was starting to feel cooler, and that the wind offering respite from the heat was most likely going to be followed by a nasty storm.  Maybe, just maybe, my mind wasn’t completely focused on the mechanics of riding…or even on the balance required to start riding.  Maybe I was a little preoccupied with that unsettling feeling that maybe we wouldn’t be finishing the ride that we had planned for that day.  Or maybe it was just the time for my crash.

Even though the dark clouds continued to roll in, we decided to at least start the ride.  (I suggested a Starbucks stop until the storm passed through, but the pavement would still be wet afterward, and we’d have to tone down the pace anyway.  And what training benefit would there be to riding at a slow pace just to get in the training time?  We agreed that it was all out now or not at all.)  I snapped my shoe into the pedal and BAM!

I don’t even remember the falling part.  I just remember realizing that I couldn’t twist my cycling shoe out of the clipless pedal fast enough.  But I do remember the landing part.  It was mostly on my left palm and forearm.  And then what hit even harder than my body on the pavement was the realization that I had just had my crash.  IN THE PARKING LOT!  And if that wasn’t bad enough, I wasn’t even RIDING!  My first crash wasn’t even bragworthy!  I had stepped into the left pedal, lifted my right foot off the ground, and before I could even fumble for the right pedal, I fell hard to the left.  How humiliating!  As I wiped off the blood from my knee, I must have apologized a hundred times to the Husband for ruining our transition time.  (If you know the Husband, you know that he was more annoyed by my apologies than anything else.)  I couldn’t believe what a stupid mistake I had just made.  And we didn’t have time for stupidity.  We had a storm to beat!

I tried to laugh about my idiotic crash as we started off.  It was mere minutes before the sprinkles began.  A few miles in and the sprinkles turned to rain.  Any hopes of a long ride were dashed as the rumble of thunder quickly followed.

You know that I am completely driven by “the plan”. The schedule dictated an 80 minute ride, and now the weather was, once again, interfering with my plan.  How dare it!

Should we continue?  Should we just bike laps through the local neighborhood and keep it close to the truck?  The transition from rain to downpour quickly made it clear that we were done for the day.

I was one very unhappy rider.  Not only did I have a ridiculous first crash, but now I couldn’t even finish the training ride.  I don’t even think we made it five miles.

I suppose I should be thankful.  Considering the weather, the wet pavement, and the fact that only a tiny piece of rubber separated me from the pavement, I should actually be extremely grateful for many things:

1.  My injuries were minor.  (Yes, the bruising will be nasty, and the ache in my arm has now migrated to my shoulder and back, but I’m sure that will subside within days.)
2.  I fell by my truck, which amazingly comes with a comprehensive first aid kit.  (Apparently, Nissan understands the type who would buy an Xterra!)
3.  I have a training partner with common sense who shut down the ride when the rain picked up.  As much as I argued against turning back, he was right to call it.
4.  We made it back to the truck on wet, slick roads without further injuries.
5.  I’m going to believe that I’ve HAD my crash.  As embarrassing as it was, if you’re going to crash, doesn’t crashing at 0 mph sound ideal?

So, I’m thankful.  I’m a little achy.  I need help gripping to open a jar.  But I’m healthy, I’m safe, and I am ready for a great training week ahead.

Are you ready, Carla?  I have some miles to make up!

A Curious Girl in the Gluten-Free World

I'm a curious girl, wife, teacher, fitness fanatic, gluten-free foodie, high-raw vegan, and Mama Cat living in NYC. I've made the transition from baking and cooking gluten-free to creating raw vegan recipes that are naturally gluten free. My gluten intolerance opened up my diet to a whole new world of nutritious plant-based foods. While I'm not 100% vegan, it's my favorite way to eat, and making and sharing raw foods makes me giddy. Living in the City has its joys and challenges, and I enjoy sharing my experiences with you.

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