Thursday, March 4, 2010
Michael Cera Thinks This Story is Awkward
Life is hard when you are awkwardly talented. Just today, for example, I was walking to class with a really cool person. We are laughing and playing around; it was the type of conversation that makes a 10 minute trip feel like it is instantaneous teleportation. "Beam me up Scotty!"....is what I would have said if the aforementioned "really cool person" wasn't actually a "pretty girl" (Star Trek references apparently do not make good sexy talk, especially if you mention that you will "boldly go where no man has gone before").
So we are ambling up some stairs on campus and I see a close friend about 10 yards away. "Awesome!" I think, "This will prove I have friends that aren't imaginary and cats!" As I raise my hand to waive, the jerk on the receiving end turns his gaze in the opposite direction at the worst possible moment. Now, I am in a pickle. Do I:
A. Laugh it off.
B. Play cool like I'm brushing my hair.
C. Give somebody a high-five.
D. Hold my hand in the air thinking about what just happened, while losing track of the number of steps left, and setting myself up for disaster.
Regular readers of the blog will know that the correct answer is D (Irregular readers of the blog should bookmark the website and read more often, or eat more fiber, depending on their personal definition of the adjective). Thinking there is another step when there actually isn't is the embodiment of adding insult to injury. My knee may be hyper-extended, and I don't know what to believe anymore. The knee may heal, but the existential crisis will haunt me at escalators FOREVER.
Moving on, this week has been great! Went to Trivia Night at a local bar on Tuesday, and enjoyed several hard ciders, because I like to see looks of disgust on the faces of bartenders. And last night there was a University of Texas Law reception in the city! Austin seems wonderful, and if the money is right I could totally see myself there. Granted, the reasoning "if the money is right, I could see myself there" also has led wide-eyed young people to stripper poles at the Hustler Club, and to firms on Wall Street. Actually though, those two places are pretty much the same, because both involve people selling themselves to make rich guys in suits a little bit happier.
Saturday: 100 minutes trainer (3x10 minutes hard with 5 minute high spin rest, 5x2 minutes harder, 5x30 sec hardest) with 8 mile transition run
Sunday: 90 minutes trainer (45 min TT near threshold) with 8 mile transition run
Tuesday: AM-11 mile run with 8x3min hill reps
PM-6 mile easy run
Wednesday: 60 minutes trainer (4x5 minutes hard) with 6 mile transition run
Thursday: 6 miles easy
Training has been great! Race season begins on March 20th with the Prospect Park Spring Duathlon, and my first minor test is at Coogan's 5k this weekend. My training is currently molting in its cocoon, ready to emerge to the world. But what will it be!?! A beautiful butterfly perhaps? Or possibly a franken-moth that combines Steve Buscemi's looks with Kim Jong Il's charm? That is the awesome thing about this part of the season; it is really tough to know for sure. Either way, it should be exciting, and I hope you follow the journey to Nationals in April!