The Adventures of Cowboy Hazel

I tried writing the last couple of nights, but it just hasn’t happened. I almost backed out of it yet again tonight, but decided to just plow my way through this case of writer’s block. I mean, how hard can it be to simply slap a few words together concerning the events of the past few days?

Well, as I mentioned, Josh flew up from Miami and was here Saturday and Sunday. We had a very random, but entertaining weekend. I was real glad that he didn’t want to do all the typical tourist crap. We went up to the Yankees game on Saturday and sat out in the bleachers which was fun except they don’t serve beer there and it was really hot. The left half of my face got completely sunburned.

We may have seen someone die too, which was alarming. Right after the game, we were taking photos of us in front of the field in our Jason Giambi t-shirt jerseys when Josh noticed a guy laying on the warning track in the corner who had fallen from the stands. We told a cop and they sent some people over to look at him but then we got shooed away. The guy wasn’t moving at all. I looked on the news for anything about it, but couldn’t find anything. Hopefully, he was alright. Scary.

After that, we headed down to a record store in the Village to pick up LPs for a Sleeveface inspired photo shoot, over to McSorley’s (which was already unbelievably packed at like 4:00) for a few beers, then to Whole Foods to get food for the Kansas game. The next day was just frisbee in the park, a quick tour of the history museum, and a trip to Staten Island to eat at Karl’s Klipper (best pastrami Reuben sandwich anywhere).

Josh left Monday morning and I was back to work. Monday and Tuesday were frustrating because I kept running into problems that I couldn’t solve, but I had some big breakthroughs this morning and am feeling much better about the project. Besides work, it’s just been laundry, cleaning, reading, etc. I finally finished up that marketing book I had gotten stuck on. It was actually a good book, I just had trouble sitting there for long periods of time reading about marketing.

I started up running again on Monday. I had, because of everything going on with work and people visiting, unexpectedly taken a week off of running. To my surprise, instead of that hurting my pace, it actually helped. I ran my best time ever on my daily stretch of the East River on Monday at 6:48 miles, then beat that time on Tuesday running 6:46 miles. I intentionally slowed down today because I’m going downtown to run with one of the guys from my running group tomorrow and didn’t want to be fatigued, but still finished with 6:52 miles. These are serious improvements over what I was running before. Who would have thought that taking a week off and binge drinking and eating junk food would actually help my running? I guess you just need a break sometimes.

But that break is over and this week is all about dedication.  I’ve been cleaning, reading, working, running, lifting wieghts, eating healthy, and not drinking all week.  And I plan on keeping it up for a while.