I’m currently rounding out a stellar weekend with a tub of Tastykake shortbread cookies and a 5-3 Phillies victory. My shoulders are a little sunburned from spending the day on the Great Lawn with R tossing around a Frisbee, and my legs are a little sore from a hard bike ride tonight, but overall I am one happy girl.
On Friday night I took the train to Philadelphia with A and his girlfriend for a party with the H-town crew. I was tired from the week, and started to think that hours on the train for just one night wasn’t worth it, but oh, I was so wrong. The party was awesome in that “yeah we’re out of college but not too mature to do keg stands” way. W drunkenly left a butt imprint in his own drywall while wearing cut-off jean short-shorts, there was far too much discussion of G’s thingie, strangers were making out in every corner, and I commandeered a camera to capture it all. It turned out to be completely worth the combined 7 hours of travel time and lousy night’s sleep to drink and catch up with some of my old favorites.
I was antsy to stretch out my legs on Saturday afternoon when I got back to Manhattan, so I laced up my still-unloved sneakers and headed to the park. I planned to go short and easy for a shake out, but at each cut-off point I still felt good, so I kept going until I circled the whole park. More than anything, I think I needed a run like that to sort out all the craziness that goes on in my head. I am the best version of myself after a long run, at least when my shins are behaving as they are now (thanks, guys!). That evening brought pad thai for two, a comfy couch and a shared pint of ice cream, quite the welcome contrast to the night before.
I think I’m still smiling from this afternoon in Central Park. Armed with a blanket and snacks, we got there early and alternated between running around after the disc and relaxing in the shade. There’s something breathtaking about realizing that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world at that very moment.
I spent so much of this summer loving the beach that I nearly forgot how easy it is to fall in love with New York City.
On Friday night I took the train to Philadelphia with A and his girlfriend for a party with the H-town crew. I was tired from the week, and started to think that hours on the train for just one night wasn’t worth it, but oh, I was so wrong. The party was awesome in that “yeah we’re out of college but not too mature to do keg stands” way. W drunkenly left a butt imprint in his own drywall while wearing cut-off jean short-shorts, there was far too much discussion of G’s thingie, strangers were making out in every corner, and I commandeered a camera to capture it all. It turned out to be completely worth the combined 7 hours of travel time and lousy night’s sleep to drink and catch up with some of my old favorites.
I was antsy to stretch out my legs on Saturday afternoon when I got back to Manhattan, so I laced up my still-unloved sneakers and headed to the park. I planned to go short and easy for a shake out, but at each cut-off point I still felt good, so I kept going until I circled the whole park. More than anything, I think I needed a run like that to sort out all the craziness that goes on in my head. I am the best version of myself after a long run, at least when my shins are behaving as they are now (thanks, guys!). That evening brought pad thai for two, a comfy couch and a shared pint of ice cream, quite the welcome contrast to the night before.
I think I’m still smiling from this afternoon in Central Park. Armed with a blanket and snacks, we got there early and alternated between running around after the disc and relaxing in the shade. There’s something breathtaking about realizing that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world at that very moment.
I spent so much of this summer loving the beach that I nearly forgot how easy it is to fall in love with New York City.
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