There is some real absentee blogger shit happening here.
Sorry guys. I had a crazy week. But I wanted to pop in to give a little update.
First, I lost my sneakers and with them my custom orthotics. I took an early morning class at the new Barry’s Bootcamp location (27th and Park). The class is hard but the real barbaric stuff happens in the locker room. After class, I raced to the locker room to shower. I kicked off my shoes and put them under the sinks to quickly get in line for the showers (because there is always a line, even if it’s a brand new studio with 6 showers).
The Front Runners Pride 5 Miler is always my favorite race of the year. It kicks off Pride Week in NYC. Last year the mood was incredibly celebratory because the run took place just days after the Supreme Court’s marriage equality ruling. This year, the tenor was a bit different. The horrible atrocities from the Orlando’s Pulse night club were top of mind, and the race started with a moment of silence.
Running a race isn’t going to change anything as far as lunatics committing disgusting acts of terror, I know that. But it felt good to stand with a whole lot of people who believe in equality. Or maybe some of the participants just like running near a bunch of people wearing rainbows and tutus, which is not something I could hold against anyone.
Treadmills just don’t do it for me. I like running because it makes me feel athletic, happy and free. Running in place feels wrong. It’s a cruel joke to exert so much energy and go literally nowhere.
What sounds more like a human science experiment than a room full of people sweating and heaving on treadmills?
Despite my anti-‘mill stance, I love Mile High Run Club. For those unfamiliar, Mile High Run Club is New York’s first indoor-running training program, and yes they use treadmills. Think SoulCycle but swap the bikes for the real mental toughness machines.
When we planned our recent trip to Colombia, I knew I wanted to fit in an overnight hike. I had never been on one before and I was really curious and excited. I wasn’t sure what it would be like to hike at high altitude. I wasn’t sure how my ankle would hold up. Would I get bored? It was something I wanted to try. I knew it was a great fitness adventure and I wanted to have a go.