Finally saw this on Monday. Really loved it. May have been my favorite Wes Anderson movie, definitely rivaled The Royal Tenenbaums imo.
There are worse places to run, that’s for sure. Today’s training was grueling: 9xHills in Alston Park in Napa, with a two minute rest after the fifth rep. Each rep was about eight-tenths of a mile, for a total of a little over 7 miles of seven percent grade hills. Woo!
"There are worse places to be." That’s a line I say a lot, because as frustrated as I am with my apparent inability to find a job back in my field (and get the hell out of hospitality), and as frustrated as I am with my totally-not-independent living situation, in the end it’s not terrible. This is, after all, one of the most beautiful places in the world.
i’m making next week’s long run part of the Boston Marathon World Run. I do my long runs on Mondays anyway, so it’s a nice way to be part of something bigger.
It involves lots of walking around the house while talking to myself, going for runs while talking to myself, and taking showers. I always come up with the best copy while in the shower.
Because why the hell not? It’s what I look for on Tumblr these days, and (with the creepy, deep, dark corners of the fitblr community the exception) it’s a great community with good inspiration for me in a not-terribly-easy point in my life. Plus, I want to get competitive with my running, and what better way to do that than surround myself with runners?
So, expect lots of running posts, with plenty of Americana and Muppet junk mixed in.
ETA: Also, cats.
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