I’ve garnered some new friends in the last little while, both In.Real.Life and in the virtual world (well, I’d like to think of us as friends, because I would like to tell people I have a friend in Spain who’s quasi famous and owns two LOOKs) and so with that said, I’m sure some of them may have tried to check out this continually embarrassingly not-up-to-date blog.
So a boost in friends figures (THAT’S RIGHT, YOU’RE ALL JUST A NUMBER) is prompting me to dust this thing off.
My writing chops aren’t what they used to be so you’ll have to deal with—whatever’s about to happen below (yikes?)
Recently single again: I am—working through shit. And how I’m working through that shit is solely focusing on me, myself, and I-- something I haven’t done in a very, very long time. Ever the sacrificing, compromising, catering, accommodating, what-have-you other variety of thoroughly giving, understanding, loving-with-all-of-myself, Ikea-furniture-assembling-type patience partner who never really asked for anything in return-- that person whom I used to be—well, she’s gone now and she’s probably gonna run away to Istanbul. Fresh out of fucks to give, it's my time to be selfish now.
Travel prospects: Kay, I'm not going to Istanbul, it’s just a pipe dream. But seriously, I have all of this undivided free time now and I can travel long, and far, and free of burden. Even better to report, I’m making it rain because I got a bonus, a raise, and my tax return all at the same time (I didn’t do the Demi Moore thing from Indecent Proposal because—nobody carries cash anymore). I dream for days about South America, namely Rio, but winter has come for them and it’s not so great this time of the year (or so I hear… or so I predict… or maybe not every country is like Canada and suffers a lazy lull or some crushing depression during their winters). I’ve also thought about doing Croatia-Greece-Turkey (Istanbul!). I don’t know, so many ideas. Really, I just need to get the fuck out of here because North America’s basic-ness is killing me slowly.
Race: I’m doing my first race this year. ON A ROAD BIKE. HUH!?!? And what I’m really saying is that if anyone’s going to give me vacay suggestions, they can’t start them off with “___________ is lovely in August” because I’m going to be in beastmode training for that entire month (so better to suggest with “______ is lovely in July and you’ll be the getting the fuck out of Dodge during Pan Am chaos”). My best bro and I are doing the Toronto Islands Duathlon together (#TeamDangerZone)
ROAD BIKE. HUH!?: Yah, that’s right, I bought me a road bike before I bought myself a track bike. Here is my brand new Argon18 Krypton (Shimano 105 groupset if you’re asking):
...she rides like the wind.
32: I turned 32 in April. As reassuring as it is to be continually told that “you TOTALLY don’t look 32!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, it makes for some awkward moments when 25-year-old guys are in pursuit and then they, I, all of us are standing there with egg on our faces after I've revealed my age.
Listening to: I've fallen head over heels with Jamie xx's In Colour...
Also: Björk's Vulnicura (although I have to time when I can listen to this one because obviously), Com Truise (entire library), Run the Jewels, KMD (ashamed that I didn’t know of their existence until a few days ago)--
--some of this wetness--
--and…………… a lot of Beyoncé.
And last but not least…
Ride For Heart 2015...
I'm in complete awe of having finished this because NOTHING was in favour of me finishing. I was emotionally fucked-up (mental road block after mental road block), my training was derailed in a huge way, the weather was exceptionally shitty (strong headwind; 5°C weather; pissing rain), no sleep because what person who's not 80 years old can fall asleep at or before 10:00pm? --I'm telling you, I pretty much wasn't supposed to finish, nothing wanted me to. But straight out of the chute, I somehow drifted immediately into the zone and I spun, mashed, hammered until I crossed the finish line. Almost the entire experience was near mechanical, I was just mentally removed... out to fucking lunch. But it worked? It carried me through? And if you take a gander at the leaderboard for Women This Year, I placed 7th out of the 22 women who Strava'd this (my cousin grabbed the QOM). Not too bad, all things considered.
I had extra in my legs to loop again and hit a nice, round number like 100k, but again, the weather wasn't generous that day.
Anyhow, sorry if I sound like a sad shit in this, but-- y'know. If you don't hear from me soon (most likely) it's because I'm trying to looking ahead and plan my much-needed trip.
Catch you on the flipside.