Day 1946. I was in a bit of a rush this morning. So, I resolved to run a quick 2 miles, to take care of the streak, and then perhaps go for a longer one this evening. It's ridiculous, but I have gotten to the point where I feel like I am letting myself down when I go a day with anything less than 5 miles. I can't change this. It is engrained in my head. It isn't about machismo or trying to show off, I just really don't feel like I'm getting a workout in when I go for less than 5.
Now, before you start thinking I'm insane, think a little more about what I'm talking about. I'm pretty sure you don't really start burning fat etc... until you're 15-20 minutes into a workout, whatever that workout may be. So instead of thinking of a 5 mile run, as a 5 mile run..... Let's think of a 5 mile run, as a 35-40 minute workout. It's not that crazy now, huh? Good.
As mentioned in my last post, one of my New Year's resolutions is to make more of an effort to get out and about around my neighborhood. I'm surrounded by restaurants and bars that my friends work at. A few weeks back I visited Kapnos where a buddy of mine waits tables, highly recommend it. Tonight, I planned to check out The Fainting Goat, a new spot on U street that a friend of mine just opened up. He wasn't there so I stopped by Masa 14 and chatted with a few buds that I used to work with. Then I moved on to Barcelona where my buddy Mike bartends.
Barcelona is a sweet spot. It was a Tuesday night, but it felt like the weekend. I had dinner at the bar, solo. Mike introduced me to his co-workers, and by the end of the meal I had made several new friends. I had Albondigas (meatballs in a zesty tomato sauce), kale salad, and the octopus. Kale salad?? Yes, i wouldn't have normally placed that order, but I was told it was solid, and it was.
At one point, one of the bartenders, Lacy, said, "You look so happy." Well, I was. It was a great night. Sometimes, "me time", is the best time.
Streak on.
2.1 miles booked
4 dogs