every walk is a sort of crusade
At 7:30 on a Sunday morning the streets here are completely empty. More so than anywhere else I’ve lived (welcome to the Bible Belt). NO ONE is out. I see more cars at 5am on a Tuesday.
So every Sunday I drag my butt out of bed kind of early for my long run. There is something about running down the middle of the road, on your own, as the sun comes up.
It’s gonna be a good day.
There is a new varsity sport coming to Kentucky high schools: bass fishing. In addition to bringing up some good questions (including, how does one become an elite bass fisherman?) KY Sports Radio commented on a tweet someone sent out suggesting that UK’s bass fishing chant should be “C-A-S-T, CAST-CAST-CAST!” Good one.
At least it’s not noodling.
Ran into this guy on my run, he was getting ready to head out on a ride
…and yes, that is a banana nailed to his head.
The weekend in weather:
Friday, March 2nd:
pictures taken by my coworker from his 17th floor apartment balcony in downtown Lexington:
Saturday, March 3rd:
taking Spike for a walk to the Barkery on…Molly’s 29th birthday! HAPPY BDAY MOLLY!
Sunday, March 4th:
our house
(The snow started yesterday, but these pictures are actually from this morning. We woke up to 6 inches. The most snow we’ve had all year.)
What. The. Heck.
We lucked out here in Lexington on Friday, no major damage. Anyone local looking to help with relief efforts:
Hope everyone had a great leap day and made the best of those extra 24 hours…
The beginning of March signals…the end of February Fitness. So how did it go?
Swimming: I was right around 40,000 yards again (about 10K a week), which was whatever. BUT! The good news is that trying to squeeze in the yards helped me figure out that if I fudge my schedule, I can and swim 3x a week by squeezing in a short swim right after coaching morning practice (instead of the 1x a week I was doing last season). This a habit I will continue to follow into March and beyond. So, success.
Sugar: Aside from Joe’s birthday cake, the Ale 8 and Moon Pie (which, due to cultural sensitivities, I couldn’t decline), a trip to Orange Leaf (which is really chemicals, not sugar), and one day at work where I had a total meltdown and ate like 5 mini chocolate bars, I ROCKED IT (I know that sounds like I didn’t rock it, but for me it was a huge step in the right direction). Sugar loses. I win.
No bitching rule: Errrrrr…2 out of 3 isn’t bad.
SO! What’s up in March?
Now that I can run again (I ran 6 this morning without pain…heck yeah) training for Hawaii is starting to really happen. The unseasonably warm weather hasn’t hurt either. Alison, who is in the process of getting her coaching certification, is using me as her first client…or guinea pig. So she’s the boss from here on out. Bring it.
Also happening in March, apparently a lot of this:
Despite the uneventful morning weather, the weathermen are predicting Armaggedon this afternoon. They closed the public schools at noon. I got sent home from work at 1:30. Jim Cantore is here in Lexington. We are currently a 9 on the TOR:CON Index. Apparently sh*t’s about to go down. But right now, the sun is shining and things are calm.
So, in the meantime, I’m sitting on the in-laws back porch (they have a basement, we don’t) enjoying the unseasonably warm sunny weather with Spike. And secretly freaking out on the inside.
Happy Friday.
Update: We are now a TORCON 10. And I’m following Jim Cantore on Twitter.
What’s up, Eastern Kentucky
me and spike scopin out sunday morning
If you haven’t noticed…I’ve been moving slow. On here. In life. Like molasses (which I just used for the first time in recipe. It’s gross.)
I’m spending this week driving around the beautiful state of Kentucky for work, but will be back soon.
Have a good Tuesday…
OK, this song’s been out for 8 months…hence the 81 million views on the video…so obviously I’m a little late on the uptake. The guy is Belgian/Australian and he’s old news down under, but I just found him and the whole album is great and I can’t stop listening to it.
Thanks to Paul for introducing me to him.
Update: I just came across this. Love. PS22 also covers Adele, Passion Pit, Gym Class Heroes…pretty much everything. Double love.
Paul decided to make some sweet pickles, which I don’t like. With that in mind, he decided to pickle 7 jars.
…and the excitement continues…
{the city, from park across the street from Molly’s apartment}
Last weekend Paul and I hopped on a quick flight over to Baltimore (which has its own official webpage, if you were wondering) to surprise Joe for his 30th bday.
When my sister moved to Baltimore last year and started raving about what a great place it was to live, I was like, whatever. I’ve seen The Wire.
Welp, turns out Baltimore is kind of awesome. My sister and Joe live in Federal Hill, where there are approximately 400 really fantastic restaurants and bars within walking distance of their apartment. The neighborhood sits right on the bay, it’s a 15 minute walk from downtown, and craft beer abounds.
They also have crab tots, which are just as delicious as they sound.
My roommate from freshman year of college, who I haven’t seen in like 8 years and who also happens to live in Baltimore, picked us up from the airport, which was beyond fantastic. Molly took a pic of us, but it was taken in the rain, in the dark, and we both look like corpses. So I’ll spare you.
Molly put together a little shindig on Saturday night for Joe, which was great. A few people we knew when we were kids from SB who just happen to live in B’more showed up:
(please ignore my shapeless body)
…and at the end of the night Molly ran home with what remained of the monstrosity that was Joe’s birthday cake.
(The chef couldn’t find his 9” cake pan, so he used his 12” pan. It was the size of a car tire.)
The next day was really cold and windy. Molly had to leave early for Texas where she’s doing some pre-deployment training, so Joe, Paul, and I wandered around the city…
…stopped by a car show, where this happened…
(it started coming at me as I took the picture, scared the crap out of me). And we ate some crab tots. Then we flew home.
Good times. Hope to go back soon. Happy 30th Joe!
Rambulatory Ambulatory 
