Archive for May, 2009
May
11
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not with the sun, but around 9:45 ish considered sleeping in for me.
50 minutes of cardio, not running and then 20 minutes of weights, i am trying to be better about that
2 glasses of rose
most of the day was dedicated to school work.
May
10
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awoke: 8am
walked 32 blocks
saw one cone of ice cream fall from its precarious perch, then chose another flavor.
took 2 cab rides, only to realize that i should have just trusted my instincts about the evening. i NEVER learn.
missing one thing.
May
9
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begrudgingly up 7:30am
ran 5.13 miles
had two glasses of vinho verde
fell asleep in spectral arms only to wake up and then they were gone
2 unpleasant dreams
May
8
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up: 7:15am
ran 5.16 miles again sprinting the last 1/2 a mile. i am trying to push myself to go faster and faster.
drank 2 beers and dearly paid for it. beer does not agree with me, yet i NEVER learn
over all a productive day. there was about 10 minutes total where i was definitely thinking about anything other than work.
May
8
snapshot: a formal feeling comes
The streets were slick as I worked my way down the bumpy side walk of Christie Street. Late for me, but not for the neighborhood, it was still on the empty side for a Wednesday night. I caught myself wondering if maybe it was the weather or the money that was keeping people in. Most likely, a little of both.
Past the ragged end of Sarah D Roosevlet Park, turning at the entrance to the Manhattan Bridge and Christie ends and I round the corner along the side of the bridge on Forsyth St. The odors that come from this block are notorious. I pick my way through piles of half rotting produce and tied up bunches of boxes. During the day, the block is a bustling mash of fruit and vegetable vendors, shoe repair men, a grilled meat cart and a smash of people of all stripes coming to get 10 cucumbers for $1. No, you can not get less than 10.
Half way down the block, I notice that it doesn’t stink. In fact, the odor is remarkably pleasant. The smell is such an unexpected oddity that it takes me a moment to place it. It is the fresh, clean, bright smell of watermelon. There were several, must have been recently, smashed watermelons on the side walk. For a brief moment, I was transported to summer and green and waves of southern beaches. All that from just the smell of smashed watermelon on a New York City sidewalk.
May
7
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up: 7:30am to no water. period. this wouldn’t be too upsetting except for the fact that it has been an ongoing struggle to have hot water. so to have no water at all, well, just plain irritating to say the least.
45 minutes on the hiking machine which is akin to running up hill at times. after yesterdays triumph, i decided to give my hip a break.
1 perfect tweet
May
6
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up and at it: 7:15am
ran 5.18 miles. the best part of this was that the last 1/2 a mile i cranked the good old running machine to 8 mph. it was invigorating!
drank 1 glass lambrusco, 1 glass Nero di Alva, and one glass Moscato di Asti (dubbed magic juice by dinner date)
nom nom nom nom nom nom nom all around
May
4
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up 10am ish
ran 3.45 miles, 30 minutes on the hiking machine
nom: 98%
sunday, raining, cleaning, reading, writing, relaxing
