Vegan free-range Christmas tree shaped by mother nature🌲🎁
Last night- no, the past couple of nights- I’ve had some pretty wild dreams. Which is saying kind of a lot because my dreams in general are pretty intense… But I feel like I’ve been holding back. So I’m going to just let myself have reckless, no-holds, crazy dreams tonight. Devil-may-care. That’s me. Livin it up in my sleep, because I can.
I started training for a 15k last week, and my body is TIRED. This will be my first race, unless you count the innumerable unspoken races I’ve had with people on the treadmill next to me at the gym. I’m using Hal Higdon’s training guidelines for an intermediate runner, although I feel a little inferior to that class because I’ve never raced a 5 or 10k (although I’ve run those distances many a time.) I’ve also been trying to read this book by Matthew Fitzgerald about training for endurance athletes (unfortunately) called Racing Weight.
The thing is that I don’t really think of myself as an athlete, an intermediate runner, or even a runner. I’ve been running for years, and have been averaging 10-12 miles a week for the past year or so. Now I’m stepping it up to like 16-18 miles a week (and in a couple months 20+ miles a week) and that is a pretty steep (and a bit scary) increase. I’m being careful not to injure my old fragile body, etc., and actually physically feel wonderful so far, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m some kind of fraud calling myself a runner. Is there some kind of test you have to pass? Did I already pass it and I just don’t think I deserve the title? Maybe I just need to get some puffy paint and make myself a shirt that says RUNNER (I’m a runner, I run!) on it and wear it ‘til I believe it. Meanwhile I’ll be falling asleep most nights before ten, stretching a lot, and occasionally groaning when I stand up after a long sit. This is my life, guys. Get with me.
As Americaâs first âbakery tavernâ readies to rise on SE Sixth Avenue, we decode the vision and menu set to debut next week.
So basically this describes my personal food heaven. All booths and bar seating, bread everywhere, whole roasted fish, french fries.
That Ken Forkish has really got my number.
Death Grips just dropped its new album, Government Plates, on Soundcloud.
Pretty stoked on this
Field Report from Arizona: GWC, Investigators at High Desert Test Sites
Gaussmeter with External Experimental Quartz and Copper Antenna. Courtesy GWC, Investigators.
The G in the GWC sleeps next to me when he’s not researching in the wild. He is so cool.