as of late
Hi I know. I do miss writing here. Anyway, here’s a life update of some stuff that has been / will be / currently is going on in the game of life.
I’m moving to Doha, Qatar. No lies. But just for a month. I’ll be happily tucked away on the Persian Gulf, in the world’s richest country (per capita). And I’m going for work! Should be good times. Here’s what the city will look like as I fly in..
Running!! All is great on that front, minus a few hiccups. Because of some random conflicts, I’ve missed out on the last three things I’ve signed up for: The Brooklyn Half, The Montauk Olympic Tri, and the NYC Marathon. Because I’ve kinda-sorta started training and then stopped, I really am itching to run someeething. Living near Prospect Park has literally saved my life and has given me a fresh perspective of NYC. I’ve been nearly addicted to running there—getting up most mornings to do a loop or two, which conveniently has me at ~5 or ~8.5 mile runs on a regular basis. So I want to race but now we’re creeping into registering for things in late fall/early winter, and blah I want it to be early fall forever.
I went to LA. #WestCoastBestCoast. I went to visit my best friend Danielle, who moved there last year, and my uncle and cousin who’ve lived in Southern California for most of my life. It was great. I haven’t seen my family in six years, and it felt like no time had passed. Seeing Danielle doin’ her thing in her new life was also really special. We went on runs (hills!!) and hikes, ate tacos, explored the city, and caught up on life.
I think I’m going to Peru. I’m starting to plan my next adventure, and I believe Nicole and I have locked down Machu Picchu +ALPACA farm this winter. I’m seriously so stoked. Dreams really do come true.
Chinatown massages are scary/ the best. My body has been killing me lately, so I bit the bullet and got a massage at a recommended place in Chinatown. Holy crap. I swear it was the best and most painful thing I’ve experienced in a while. The lady yelled at me for not stretching enough, and spent thirty minutes getting all the knots out of my legs. I wanted to thank her and cry at the same time. She moved her hands into weird pressure points in my ribs and ankles, and cracked my back approximately 167 times. And it was $40 for an hour! I left the place and felt mildly drunk and in a completely new body.
Chia pudding is weird. I finally bought chia seeds because they were on sale (still $9 for a bag that’s the size of my palm?) and they are supposedly God’s gift to health so I went with it. I soaked them overnight in some almond milk and added honey, banana, and cinnamon and not gonna lie it was pretty gross. Tasted like slime. But I spent all this money so I keep eating it…I’ve now added sprinkles (hence the pink) and it’s making it a bit better.
PS) This is why I’m not a food blogger…Mine is on the left, not mine is on the right.
And that’s it! Hoping to spend the next month in New York surrounded by friends, happy running weather, and all-things autumn, before it’s off to Doha, then Thanksgiving aaand gearing into the next winter in the city…