Friends

My Mother is going to be SO PROUD!

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How often is it really necessary to shower? I mean, I know some people HAVE to take a shower every morning to wake up. I even have a friend that takes a shower before he races, weird, right? Usually I like to tie my blog posts into something sorta philosophical, but this one is pure curiosity.

I had my running group yesterday at 6:45am, so I ran to our meeting place (2.2 miles) we ran to the track (1 mile) did 2 miles worth of speed work then ran back to the YMCA (1 mile) then I ran home (2.2 miles) Needless to say I had a solid running day. I was home by 9am and had zero plans for the day. Unless you count a date with my new book and the sun plans. Soooooo, I didn’t shower. I laid on the couch with a fresh cup of coffee and read, I eventually ventured to my friends and chatted while we soaked in some vitamin D and then went back to my book for the afternoon.

I (accidentally) napped and was woken up by my friend calling asking if I wanted to get a beer later, sure, I said, as long as I don’t have to shower. And you know what her response was, dude, I’m not showering. And so she came over, we decide to not have a beer and just catch up with our smelly selves instead, but still, we were both fully ready to go to the bar sans-shower. I ask you, is this okay?

Wait. I guess this saga isn’t done yet. I then fell asleep, with no shower, and woke up to go to work. I totally forgot that I hadn’t showered, good thing I work at a gym and am amongst smelly, muscley guys all morning! So I went to work and then worked out. I ran a bunch of errands and just now got back from a visit with my neighbor and lunch. Now here I am, writing this blog, about to read my book and I’m two workouts deep and the only reason I’m probably going to shower today and not after my run tomorrow is because I’m getting a hair cut tonight and I was told to come with clean hair.

 

 

 

Maybe I just need a shower buddy?

Maybe I just need a shower buddy?

 

Does anyone else live like this? Or is it only me and my other friend who runs/mountain bikes a lot?!

 

 

Important ‘things’ (Part One)

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What do you treasure most in your life? What, when changed, throws off you’re entire mood, being, life? My brother claims that after he eats gluten he feels instantly depressed, his mood is lowered and strange and therefore stops feeling like himself. So, for the most part he tries his best to not eat it. Sometimes it’s hard to avoid those triggers.

My brother and I just got back from a trip to New York City. If you remember my post about Brenner passing away, we went for him. His family and band mates put on an amazing concert to celebrate what an amazing person he was and will be remembered for. The evening was incredible, pictures of Brenner hung on the walls, friends, family, music lovers all showed up—all I kept thinking about was how much he would have loved that night, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one thinking this—that was the point.

Me, Kim and Kallie at the event

Me, Kim and Kallie at the event

After the show, the next day I spent the day with an old friend, (Brenner’s sister Kallie) and their Mother, Kim. Kallie and I used to makes lists of why we should have been sisters, things we wanted to do by the time we were 25 (a little late!) and Kim referred to me as her “other daughter.” The day was amazing. We reminisced, made new memories and spent the day together.

Kallie and I Canal Street AWESOME new sunnies

Kallie and I Canal Street AWESOME new sunnies

From Sunday evening on my trip continued to move forward in weird ways. Little triggers, events and things happened to make my eyes wander to my mind attempt to wrap itself around the idea of heading back to a tiny mountain town. This trip seemed to be based on relationships I had built in the past. Important ones, ones that you can’t recreate how or when or why they were created. My freshman year of college was intense and Kimberlee was my savor in a friendship and with a car so we could get the hell off campus!

Monday she came into the city and we fell immediately back into our chattiness, talking about life, catching up on where she is in her college education, how I’ve backtracked into working retail and still don’t know what I’m doing with my life. We hopped our way around three of four amazing Beer Bars, drinking IPAs and sampling the summer brews. Kim was telling me about her great job at a beer back, and her knowledge of wines and brewing. Needless to say by 8pm I was ready to be taken home. Hugs and kisses, she left me for the Long Island Railroad with promises to meet up and stay in touch. One long, kinda drunk train ride and I was back in my Brooklyn home.

One beer deep with Kim!

One beer deep with Kim!

How long do you go with out seeing important people in your life? Hopefully you’re able to keep them close at hand so when you need them, or they need you, you can call them up and meet for coffee (or a glass of wine.) For me, Alecita and I hadn’t seen each other in eight years. Yep, eight years! We created a fast friendship. One of those friendships that is made in a matter of days but will last a life time. However, Switzerland and the United States are far away, so a quick coffee before work is not an option.

In 2004 both of us were scared, insecure 16 year-olds in a new country, Chile. We met and instantly bonded over the Chileans getting us too drunk, being overweight and being nervous for what the net 6 months have in store for us. After leaving for our host families in different parts of the country we kept in touch and visited a couple times but both Alecita and I went through intense changes. As we moved home, she took a husband with her. Back to Switzerland and through the years her marriage fell apart and it’s still happening, the process of her being ‘free’ from a bad situation is far from over.

So meeting in New York City after 8 years was amazing. We walked, we talked, we conversed like no time had passed, stumbling over her English sometimes only added to the fun of having an old friend back for a short time. We met up for two days, being less like tourists and more like New Yorkers in love with our city, walking and noticing the little things that may happen everyday but finding the beauty in the small details.

Alecita y Yo

Alecita y Yo

We sat in a park to say our good byes, observing people as they passed us, but not caring when people noticed our loud laughs and hidden tears of having to say goodbye. Chau mi amor. Te quiero mucho mucho mucho! And she left, headed to Soho, and me on a bench awaiting another old friend to have to say goodbye to.

Washington Square Park

Washington Square Park

 

This city makes me feel strange, makes my mind wander, makes me re-think everything.

This post is getting long so it shall continue later…

Gluttony

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Gluttony: The act of eating or drinking in excess. Las Vegas should re-name itself. This city, the City of Sin is gluttony at it’s best.

While, yes, my friend and I did indulge we were by no means staggering down the street at nine in the morning searching for out hotel key and a toilette to puke in. at nine Friday morning I was finishing up a few miles running on the strip. Perfect conditions: about 60 degrees, sunshine, lots of stairs to go up and down and a view of a city that I was ready to explore that day.

As I ran the stairs and watched all of the American, (and a few foreign) tourists use the escalators, yes I was outside, I said to myself why are they all just standing on the moving stairs? Walk, people! Walk! But later that night, in heels, tired from standing a couple drinks deep I understood the escalators—but still, this was 9am. Then again, they did have yard long drinks in their hands or freshly cracked Budweisers. Again, 9am.

As we explored, ate, drank and enjoyed the city we also commented on the lifestyle one must maintain in order to live here. Sitting at an outdoor bar, sipping out Tom Collins’ we watched a young dancer standing on the terrace balcony in no more than a bra and panties, how much do you think she makes an hour? We both laughed at our question, but really, how much do you think she makes? I bet she burns like 6,000 calories every day at work. Theses were the conversations we had rather than wondering how many shots we could do that night and still survive.

Our last evening in Vegas we were lucky enough to have awesome seats and an awesome Cirque du Soleil show at Treasure Island. How inspiring to see these dancers be so passionate about such an amazing show. It was weird, and quirky and these people were so physically strong we couldn’t believe what they were accomplishing with just their bodies. I swear, during the two-hour performance my jaw was in my lap the entire time. I was so entranced by it I didn’t realize how much time had gone by until it was over.

By the end of my three night, two day trip I was ready to be out of the City of Sin and head back to my little hippie village in Southern Oregon. I was able to experience a cool new city with one of my best friends, and remember the entire thing! Unlike most of the people on my plane ride back, I made memories to keep.