A Mile or More in My [Running] Shoes
-
#flashbackfriday
My Father. Canberra Marathon 1992.
I think of him every time I go for a run.
When I was 13, I announced to my Dad that I...
-
Life Update.
People always say that when you break up that it’s time to focus on you, that it’s time to be the person that you want to be: to get...
-
I did yoga last night and I’m proud of myself. I always talk about how I need to cross train but don’t. I have done yoga a handful of times in my...
-
Have decided
I am going try and be “glass has water in it” person, as opposed to declaring the glass “half full” or “half empty”.
It is a glass. It...
-
GPOYW: Me with my two favorite guys in the world edition
My dad, me, Mr. B
Walked down my block and discovered a garden had popped up where a junk yard used to be… (Taken with instagram)
While sitting on the floor, drenched in sweat after completing the Plyometric Cardio Circuit from the Insanity Workout and contemplating my timeline for tomorrow morning’s run in Central Park, I heard someone walk up to my door. The footsteps were quickly followed by a piece of paper shooting across my floor. I expected a menu. (Any New Yorker knows what I mean… There were days that I would come home from work to a pile of 4 or 5 delivery menus.)
However, I was pleasantly surprised to find an invitation to join the other tenants for coffee and bagels this Saturday morning in our lobby.
I work in Harlem, so it’s not a new locale for me, but as a resident I’m gaining an interesting perspective. Everyone I have interacted with is so warm. People in my building are friendly and I’ve actually had conversations with them in the elevator. (OMG, conversations you guys…) I’m falling more and more in love with my new little corner of the world, and I’m really hoping to get some more exploring done this weekend. Also, I just discovered that Amateur Night at The Apollo opens its 2012 season on February 1st. Anybody interested in going?
