A.k.a my living room.
I have been tasting the alcohol I brought from Iceland. With some excellent company I might add, Ellen, Kelsey and Sumit.
One phrase reviews:
Birkir Snaps (Birch schnapps) – unique but inviting flavor
Reyka (vodka) – vodka-ish
Lava Icelandic Bitter – awesome smooth pleasant surprise
Brennivin Sidan (schnapps – considered Iceland’s signature drink) – no
Por Viking schnapps – close your eyes, bottoms up
Isafold gin – gin
Freyja Viking schnapps – once is enough for a lifetime
Brennivin Aquavit – nice
Brennivin Blueberry Liqueur – the champion taste
Floki whiskey young single malt – with great difficulty comes great taste
Mewton’s First Law of Training: Every object in a state of uniform training, tends to remain in that state of training unless an external force is applied to it.
Plausible external forces :
-falling in love
-taking up ballroom lessons
-joining the Peace Corps
-bad hair day
You know that saying “old friends are like (vegan)wine…… “?
I don’t know either.
But the fact that it feels like the friends you grew up with, through your defining years, have certain rights to your life, is real! Again, the reason why today was possible is my injured back.
Ever heard that saying “one momentary lapse of form leads to amazing experiences”?
Been hanging out with friends from school, completely off my food restrictions, sleep schedule, just about everything that was *normal* for the past 6 months. It was liberating. How good an idea is to do this so close to my *big race*? Only time will tell. I am not a
yolo(yuck) kind of guy but I do recognize the fact that some events and people are just too good to postpone in your life. I am not a believer, and only (may be)semi-spiritual but I do count my blessings.
What is the reason behind this oodles and globes of love, you ask? Always loving (Tripti and Sumit) like an oak tree in my life, and the most well-connected man in the universe and fellow runner (JK), Princeton, Philadelphia, Trenton, Amtrak….
And super cutie Jackie who I asked out at the restaurant, who did NOT (fuck yeah) say no. Amtrak, you are going make a shit ton of money off of me on trips to Philly from DC, until I fuck it up with Jackie.
As a regular runner and as someone with a highly active lifestyle, what would you hate the most?
Not being able to workout / run daily has its super negative consequences. First, I took a 5 week break, thanks to my tendonits. Got back in action by running back to back Sunday full marathons. Felt like Mr. Rich Roll.
Then a back injury.
I haven’t run in 3 weeks now.
Oh, the super negative consequences – I started hanging out with some awesome friends again (who I missed a lot during the height of my training), which means drinking alcohol, late nights, waking up later than 5 AM… eh…
The worst is – I had my eyes set on a (more than one) girl(s). I asked one of them out. Then the next one… then another… So far 3, with a 100% success in getting ….
Rejection is OK. It keeps you grounded. And makes you hate all women.
Seriously! WTF, ladies?
PS: I may or may not have cried on the morning of Seattle marathon, which I had to cancel. I live every moment about a race, starting from the Expo the day before to crossing the finish line. My hands sometimes get pretty sore, high-five ing spectators.
Started my serious “come back” training in March of 2015. Biking. Lots of biking. For RAGBRAI. Me and Ela(my super awesomest full carbon road racing Kestrel crotch rocket, she is Eleanor but she like being called Ela) were one with each other. March thru July thru RAGBRAI, 2000+ miles, 41 local Iowa brewskys in 7 days – lost 5 pounds, the lightest I’ve been since school days.
What went wrong? Run training from end of July thru Marine Corps Marathon thru Golden Gate Half in SFO thru Christmas – back to fatness.
I know why. And it is science. But that’s later.
Yoga – going back to play a yogi is just awesome.
Wait, alcohol. I (almost)stopped drinking when I started training earlier in the year. May be once every week or 2 weeks, only when I go out with a bunch of friends.
OK, back to yoga. Remember the vegan yoga retreat after Christmas? 6 days, drank more than the last 2 years combined and yet did yoga every day and even ran a couple of times, including on New year’s morning, completely hung over, wearing the party outfit from the night before.
Now, that was what I needed, to start elevating my performance – personal training, eating stuff other than potatoes and breads. Above all to take running and my diet seriously.
Cut to the airplane – whiskey drinking scene.