According to Hugh, perhaps it is. Another gem, although this one is (thankfully) not dedicated to me like some of the others. Off to the beach for a 3 day weekend — woo hoo! I can’t wait to get on that ferry. In case you need something to occupy you while I’m off, I just uploaded some pictures from the crawfish boil and a karaoke night a while back. Enjoy.
Cartoon courtesy of Gaping Void.
Just got back from my longest run ever — somewhere between 5 1/2 – 6 miles. Thanks to the Joe running team, especially Gabby, who kept me company at my pace.
This is the number of calories I burned in a boxing class on Monday night, according to my heart rate monitor. For comparison’s sake: a 45 minute spin class burns about 450, the kickboxing class I like burns about 550. This is also the reason I am still so sore that it still hurts my arms to brush my hair and it hurts my legs every time I stand up. I had never taken this boxing class before — I’ll definitely keep it in the rotation — but, man, did it kick my ass.
Got a call yesterday from Nathan, who informed me that one of my pictures is famous — he’s featured in a CNN article, and I took the picture of him "reading" in the bathtub. Now I’m just waiting for the royalties to start pouring in . . .
The Seattle pics are up but I’m still cleaning them up a bit, so will add the link later.
I’m off to the beach for my first weekend of the season — hooray!
Last night at swim class I had a breakthrough. We had a sub, and he made us swim three sets of 3X100 meters, with only 10 second between each 100 and 90 seconds of rest between each set. (Warning — I’m about to dork out here for a second) Using the two-beat kick we had learned in class, I was able to finish the three sets without once feeling tired or breathless. I was in shock. For the first time, I realized that I just might be able to pull of the swim portion of the tri, especially since it’s not until August! Woo hoo!
And on an unrelated note, the pictures of last night’s pork-fest are up.
Let me start by pointing out that this is a direct quote from my friend Luke, who happens to be married. The other night, he felt the need to communicate this fact to me and my friend Roopa repeatedly. And although I definitely have moments when I agree with him wholeheartedly, I don’t think that all men do, in fact, suck. My friend John B., who runs the beach house, has expressed the same sentiments. He sent me and the Lovely Miss Katie an email recently with "Men Suck" as the subject line. He discussed his frustrations with recruiting guys for the house and how it has made him much more empathetic to our experiences in the dating pool in which we are wading. He complained that so many of the guys he encountered during the recruiting process were uncommunicative and unwilling to commit. This, of course, was not news to us. And as he said — it’s really just a matter of sifting through all those guys to find the good ones out there — and there are good ones out there. I heartily agree with him on that point, but I know what it’s like to feel that they’re somewhat rare, if not verging on extinct. And, as the New York Times pointed out in this article that Vivian sent me, they’re not out taking classes, so I won’t find them there. The article mentions the Jackrabbit classes (I’m taking the Jackrabbit swimming class) — I have to say that our class is probably around a 50/50 split. But then again, many of the people in the class are married. Plus, I think my chances of meeting a date there is severely impeded by the whole swim cap and goggles situation — not a flattering look for anyone, male or female, I’m afraid.
It’s pretty easy to tell when I get busy — the blog dies down significantly. Then again, Gothamist posts are still going . . . I have a bunch of pictures to upload from the weekend, but for now here’s the brief recap: dinner at Resto with Ali, training session, run, dim sum at Chinatown Brasserie with Ellen, errands, crawfish boil with Joe, karaoke courtesy of Jenn R., Mother’s Day brunch at the new Landmarc TWC, errands, nap, extremely sweaty hip-hop dance class, dinner with Gary at Bar Veloce, collapse.
Somehow I’m exhausted — it feels like it should be Friday. I can’t even express how much I’m looking forward to tomorrow night — just a trip to the gym and then I get to flop on the couch. In case you want a peek at a little of what I’ve done this week, check out Gothamist food and my flickr pics.
Sometimes I look back at a weekend and wonder how the hell I managed to squeeze so much activity into it. Friday night I had a lovely dinner at Barbuto with Matt, Alexia, and their friend Nicholas, then planned to go home, but somehow wound up at Otto for a bit. I still managed to get to bed early enough to get up to meet Katie for a bike ride. Our progress was somewhat impeded by a charity walk/run in Central Park, but we re-routed ourselves a bit and had a good ride anyway. After biking, I met up with the ladies for an extra-special brunch at Florencia 13, perfect for Cinco de Mayo, Greta’s birthday, and a visit from Teddi, who had flown in from Seattle. After a few hours, I excused myself to go home and prepare for my 10-year law school reunion, which was later that night. It was much more fun than I imagined — I got to see tons of people I don’t see very often and even more whom I hadn’t seen since law school. And best of all, some of us ended up at karaoke.
Sunday was the D’Artagnan Duckathlon — a food-related competition of sorts where teams of four, most of which are from restaurants, participate in a bunch of mini-events — everything from racing around Hogs & Heifers in flippers to guessing the weight of a suckling pig. We certainly weren’t the most experienced or competitive team in the running, but, shockingly, we won the ham-identifying event. Our prize? Each of us got an enormous Jamon de Bayonne and a bottle of white bordeaux. Anyone out there have a deli slicer? Thanks again to John B., Emilia, and Joe for being such good sports.
I’m still keeping my fingers crossed, but it seems like a good start when the A.M. NY guy outside the West 4th Street subway station (from whom I’ve never taken a paper) tells me I look fantastic today. Plus, this morning brought my first iced coffee of the season. Hey – it’s the little things in life that keep you going.
