sitting in my old room back home, the walls are empty except for a bulletin board bearing an ad for Dawg Camp 2010, and my Senior AP scores. my dad's things are strewn about the desk, and to my left is a bookshelf of hundreds of books and journals i accumulated throughout highschool, most of which i never did end up reading. there's a soft sound of Dave Matthews Band underneath the "click clack" of my typing, and outside i can hear morning crickets--something that think only happens in the autumn, or maybe it's just here at home. it feels like home. although, home has always been a weird concept for me.
i digress.
friday. i ran friday. and dear god, what a struggle. let me explain. normally when i run, it's the first thing i do for my workout, and all else follows. oh no, not this time. "i'll just do a little pilates class first, no big deal." and honestly, this pilates class felt like a joke... i wasn't hot or sweaty at all while i was doing it, and i was all, "this is great! nothing to detract from my energy to run!" wrong. oh, silly me, so wrong. that was my first mistake--when i got on the track, it was like all my inside, deeper muscles were exhausted. my core felt inept and void of all potential.
my second mistake was the thought of, "oh, i'll try running in my Vibram 5-Fingers today, since i've already been running in my tennis shoes!" news flash: running in new shoes is like having to learn how to run all over again. the first mile was tiring, and my goal was 1.75 without stopping. but my third mistake, of carrying a water bottle with me the whole time? the weight, the sloshing, the distraction, totally set off my stride (as if the shoes weren't bad enough.) i ended up having to stop a lot the last half, just to breathe and refocus. after dropping the water bottle at about 1.5, i was able to finish out the second mile entirely (which i told myself had to, since i was taking so many breaks haha). so friday i ran two miles, but in terrible time... something like 25.32 i think? meh.
oh, and two days later, my abs and biceps are still deathly sore. Pilates, you are a dastardly little ninja.
speaking of ninjas, the freaks were out in droves yesterday. and i say freaks in the most endearing way. yesterday was the GA/Boise State game, and the O.A.R. (!!!) concert in Atlanta, so i drove halfway and hopped a MARTA train yesterday morning into the city. on the way there, a group of colorful ninjas boarded the train and all sat down. turns out, yesterday was also DragonCon. so, that was an amusing part of the day... i can't even begin to describe all the people i saw, and i realized yesterday would have been a terrible day for tourists. hundreds of people in Red and Black, and a few hundred in Blue and Orange, and then people running around like Avatar people and pirates and ninjas? we'd practically look like Tokyo to the group of fascinated Asian tourists i spotted yesterday posing with the DragonCon people. haaa.
this man on the train took a picture of the ninja's saying, "we don't got no ninjas in South Carolina!" smh.
here are some pictures from my epic day in the beautiful ATL.
my first stop was piedmont park, so i could scope out the location of my 5k. it is so beautiful. walking around the small lake there, i decided i would put piedmont park on my imaginary list of potential wedding locations... because someday i may fall in love and want a husband. meh. oh and, while i was walking, i stumbled across a farmers market! ATL is so for me. while i miss my Athens Farmers Market this week, ATL gives me that experience, still. gah. <3
this is a weird/funny statue at the park.
i'm walking up a hill, admiring the skyscrapers about me, and daydreaming about the potential of living in the city one day, and i see this. this BEAUTIFUL house on top of this brick and stone structure, jutting up in the middle of the city. there were no signs or plaques saying what the house was or who it belonged to... i want to live in it one day; please Atlanta, do not tear it down before that dream can come true.
this is a sign i saw while i was walking that i really appreciated. it sucks growing up "chubby." sucks.
this is the AWESOME hole-in-the-wall Mediterranean place where i nommed for lunch.it's called Ali Baba's, and it's absolutely wonderful. forget "Gyro Wrap," guys, this stuff is so good. i had fruit and a spicy falafel wrap. while i was sitting by the street, enjoying my meal, this sweet Turkish man (who i found out was one of the owners, his name was Favzi) came out and gave me some free baklava--the BEST baklava i've ever had. we chatted for a moment, and he gave me his card; turns out in the next six months he's looking to open a location in Athens when his brother arrives from Turkey! i'm so excited, and thanks for the delicious baklava, Favzi!
cray long stairs at the subway. these put the airport to shame.
and then there's the HIGHLIGHT of my day. O.A.R. LIVE!!!! you can tell i was right up at the front:)
that's Jerry DePizzo. and oh my gosh, what a sexy man. haha, the way he rocked that sax was unbelievable.
and then, ladies and gentlemen, there's this man. this is Marc Roberge, and i have the biggest crush on him. my eyes hardly left him, and a few times i waved at the beginning, i saw him notice me (!!!) and then, as i was dancing, i saw him smile when he saw me (!!!!), and THEN, while he was singing one of my favorite songs, he looked RIGHT at me, and i blew him a kiss and i SWEAR, he sort of blushed, and suggestively raised his eyebrows at me. all the girls around me turned to me and freaked out, including this girl i met, named Sarah, who was like, "HE JUST RAISED HIS EYEBROWS AT YOU!!!" hahaha. and then, during 'Shattered,' i was recording him, holding my camera above my head, and making a "rock on" motion with my other hand (haha), and i was singing it to him, and he was looking right at me and was singing to me!!!!!!!! seriously. our eyes were locked and we had a MOMENT, for like, an entire chorus. me and marc, had a moment. Sarah FLIPPED OUT, as did i, and the people around me looked at me, some jealous and some impressed. i was just happy. :) what a great second O.A.R. concert experience.
all in all, i realized how much i love the city of Atlanta all over again yesterday, and while i adore Athens, i'll never forget my love for Atlanta. i know UGA is where i belong, but there's an inkling that wonders what life would have been like at Georgia State. just a restless curiosity, mostly.
and that is life, and it is good.
*the title of this post is my favorite line from my current favorite song, by O.A.R. i listened to this song over 15 times yesterday. :-)
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