YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Bring Spring
Tonight I bought ultra fancy running shorts and an awesome "drytek" tshirt or something from paragon in union square. Went home. Then decided that I should figure out a running route in brooklyn before I go running around sketchy side streets in my goofy short shorts and pale legs like a little girl. Going to take a bike ride down a couple of possible routes sometime this weekend.
Tonight I ended up going all the way to Central Park. It's such a great feeling knowing that you can just go anywhere at anytime and do whatever you want. I ended up running about 3 miles, on and off. Starting at Central Park South on E. 59th street and running all the way to around 89th street. The greatest part was walking through central park, and looking at the fog cover the buildings on Central Park South, from the great lawn. Once I made it to the UWS, I did a medium run from about 80th street to Columbus Circle, continuing around the corner, and straight back to where I started at E. 59th. Where I sat on a bench wanting to curl up in a ball in die. I felt great. I decided to do one more small 1/4 sprint around the area. I had my hood up, and It didn't look like I knew where I was going. I'm sure someone was onto me, with my sketchy hood up constantly looking behind me for pedestrians and bikers. Afterwards, I walked back to the west side at columbus circle, made my way down broadway, and then switched over to the Avenue of Americas. This is where I came across a very tempting halal truck. I ended up (after all of this running) getting a rice and chicken combo, He said "any toppings?" and I just incoherently mumbled and flung a hand gesture at him, saying "put it all" Best Halal ever. Then I began jokingly questioning myself "what if eating this puts my bowel control into a position I do not want to witness?" Then began thinking of how awful it would be to have diarrhea in my short shorts in midtown after 10pm. Easily a "runner" up for worst place to have diarrhea in the world. There are no Starbucks open, there are people everywhere, everything is cold and made of cement. You couldn't take the subway, and cab drivers wouldn't dare pick you up. I chuckled about it, then, I stopped day dreaming and finished my delicious spice hazard meal. Afterwards I walked the rest of the way to the BDFM Herald Square station and went home. What a productive night. I was going to try to walk all the way to 14th street, but being the only idiot in midtown wearing a hoodie and shorts in a light rainfall, in 40 degree weather, I figured it would be best not to.
I think I've found my new favorite place to run, and to get peace of mind. I can't wait to do this again. Especially in the summer, laying in the grass sounds awesome during breaks.
I am using this as a guide to see how much I progress while running in central park on a weekly basis.
My new goal is to run the entire outside length of Central park, all the way to harlem and back. It's only 6.3 miles. Not too too bad. I have until July 30th to accomplish.
The main reason I began running is based on my simple philosophy, If I can motivate myself to run, I can motivate myself to do anything. Simply put. I have a lot to accomplish in the city, I'm starting now.
Tonight I ended up going all the way to Central Park. It's such a great feeling knowing that you can just go anywhere at anytime and do whatever you want. I ended up running about 3 miles, on and off. Starting at Central Park South on E. 59th street and running all the way to around 89th street. The greatest part was walking through central park, and looking at the fog cover the buildings on Central Park South, from the great lawn. Once I made it to the UWS, I did a medium run from about 80th street to Columbus Circle, continuing around the corner, and straight back to where I started at E. 59th. Where I sat on a bench wanting to curl up in a ball in die. I felt great. I decided to do one more small 1/4 sprint around the area. I had my hood up, and It didn't look like I knew where I was going. I'm sure someone was onto me, with my sketchy hood up constantly looking behind me for pedestrians and bikers. Afterwards, I walked back to the west side at columbus circle, made my way down broadway, and then switched over to the Avenue of Americas. This is where I came across a very tempting halal truck. I ended up (after all of this running) getting a rice and chicken combo, He said "any toppings?" and I just incoherently mumbled and flung a hand gesture at him, saying "put it all" Best Halal ever. Then I began jokingly questioning myself "what if eating this puts my bowel control into a position I do not want to witness?" Then began thinking of how awful it would be to have diarrhea in my short shorts in midtown after 10pm. Easily a "runner" up for worst place to have diarrhea in the world. There are no Starbucks open, there are people everywhere, everything is cold and made of cement. You couldn't take the subway, and cab drivers wouldn't dare pick you up. I chuckled about it, then, I stopped day dreaming and finished my delicious spice hazard meal. Afterwards I walked the rest of the way to the BDFM Herald Square station and went home. What a productive night. I was going to try to walk all the way to 14th street, but being the only idiot in midtown wearing a hoodie and shorts in a light rainfall, in 40 degree weather, I figured it would be best not to.
I think I've found my new favorite place to run, and to get peace of mind. I can't wait to do this again. Especially in the summer, laying in the grass sounds awesome during breaks.
I am using this as a guide to see how much I progress while running in central park on a weekly basis.
My new goal is to run the entire outside length of Central park, all the way to harlem and back. It's only 6.3 miles. Not too too bad. I have until July 30th to accomplish.
The main reason I began running is based on my simple philosophy, If I can motivate myself to run, I can motivate myself to do anything. Simply put. I have a lot to accomplish in the city, I'm starting now.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
what am I doing?
what have I been doing
what the hell have i been doing for the last 23 years?
Why do I want the things I want?
When do I stop liking the things I've received?
What happens when you wish?
Why would you wish for it?
When it's been fulfilled….
What will you do with it?
When I was about 9-10 years old, I pretended a cliche magical genie had granted me 3 wishes to use at any point in my life. Whenever I would come to a stressful situation in my life or if I really wanted something, I would always ask myself "should I use one of my wishes? Do I really want to use it? How important is it? Will I have forgotten about it in 5 years time?" I would ask this while seriously hurt or sick, if I ever wanted to travel somewhere, if I really really wanted or needed something, when loved ones would die, or any other significant changes in my life would take place.. Today I still have all 3, I value these wishes more then anything, and have still found no applicable use for them. Even if they did exist.
Wishing is only temporary This simple and somewhat crazy method has helped me stay relatively sane to this day…It helps remind me that there really are no problems and only solutions.
Buddah do the best you can on a Dalai bases.
Next time, pretend you have those 3 wishes. Wishes that could undo, erase, bring something, end anything, would you use them? If a friend or relative died, and you wished for them back, what are you truly wishing for? It's impossible for a loved one to return, they do not physically exist anymore. Their time has passed.
Stop wishing. Start living. Try hard. Take risks. Keep Moving. Keep trying. Never ever give up, ever.
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