Today was cold.

Almost too cold to want to run and i almost decided to take a day off but then i went down to get some tea and realized I couldn’t write in my blog if i took a day off so… I RAN.

It turned out to be a kick ass run.  I should probably start timing my runs and calculating distance so I can talk about that too but it seems so tedious.

I used to do it all the time and then realized i didn’t really care about time or distance that much…

When i go on vacation or if I’m traveling for work i take my nano and set it on the stopwatch thing and just time 30 min in one direction. Then i turn around and forget about it.  The few times I’ve actually
tried google mapping my distance i found that my pace is pretty consistent.  depending on hills and the weather i average between 6-7 miles an hour.  I usually do about 5 miles in 45 minutes.

When i was in LA i met a crazy runner – he might have been nuttier than me.  He used to run for Scotland when he was a kid and he told me the best story ever about how his dad used to bet on him during
races.  This dude actually hustled his son by feeding him fish and chips in the morning before each race.  He would run comparatively slow on those days and then one day… BAMMMM!!! he fed him nothing in the AM, bet on his kid, and the kid ran like the wind on an empty stomach.  Fucking hysterical… who does that???

On that note: I love running on an empty stomach.  Can’t imagine eating a thing before running.  Even a peanut bothers me.  Weird? maybe…

Anyway.  Side note.

So… here’s my take on running in NYC in general:

I usually try to get to the highway as fast as possible because i have no patience for people.  Especially slow ones.  ESPECIALLY slow FAT ones.  ESPECIALLY slow, fat ones who have dogs on leashes and take their fucking time picking up their crap while blocking the entire sidewalk.  There should definitely be a law against those people even existing in the first place.

The first few minutes of my run in NYC consists of swerving through people and trying to figure out how to get the EFF out of the street as fast as possible.  Once I’m on the highway path (Usually the west side) I am
home free.  My mind completely escapes my head and i start to imagine whatever i want to imagine on that particular day.

Yes.  I think without my mind.  I use my feet, and my lungs and my stomach – i think much better not using my head…

I’d be lying if i said that every day is a profound journey in my head.  Some days I’m just thinking “fuck that fucking FUCK that fucking son-of-a-bitch asshole fucking FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKinggg cockSUCKER” I get angry sometimes… i do… and i take it out on the road….

Other days i think about this ideal scenario for my life in general or just an ideal scenario for the day or the week or a situation at work.

I write songs a lot in my head when I’m running… and stories.  That’s the sweeter side of me and always a good time…  I also design clothes in my head (????) I think about how I’m going to rip my new t-shirts, sweaters, hats, etc.  I love ripping my clothes to make them fit me better.  Weird? maybe…

Anyway – today was COLD.  I hate the cold.

I just spent two weeks in Spain, 6 in LA, and 1 in Israel.  Those runs were fantastic.  Why? Because I’m so used to freezing my ass off during this time of year and cursing life during the first ten minutes.  It was so warm in Spain and LA and Israel so even if i woke up tense and feeling unmotivated i would go out and feel the sun hit my back and automatically want to play outside.  Running is very much like playing outside when it’s nice out.  Other days its just a good way to let out all the crap that clogs my head….

This morning I woke up in a semi-manic state and decided to clean out the already very clean cupboards in the kitchen.  I found a deep heating pain relieving rub and was like “OK I’m rubbing this on my leg
– lets see what happens…”

Cut to the next scene: I’m running and realizing that by Deep Heating they really meant menthol action cooling that works EXTRA well when the skin is in contact with freezing cold weather…. which really
meant a fun tingly feelings all over my legs that i wasn’t sure if i loved or hated.

Nevertheless I stopped thinking about it after like 4 minutes…

Just like most other things.