Wetsuit Weekend Horror - Part 2
Saturday evening was spent attempting to dilute the poison injested from our daytime activities. Three bottles of wine later, I slept really really well.
There was little relief on Sunday. It started with Challah French Toast again, followed by a heavy duty hour bike ride along the shore. Weather was dreary but the wind was with us one way. Yes, only one way and we had to turn around and come back with the wind in our eyes, sand biting at our skin and quads squeezing hard against the pedals.
It was discovered that one of the new housemates in this year's shorehouse share has just completed his 'personal training' certification. Huh-hah! I was gonna take advantage of this. So we had an abs session. Keep in mind, this quiet, gentle, gentleman is a drummer in a rock band (The Benjamins); has tarot symbols tattooed on his arms and has a washboard stomach. I overdid it as usual by doing too many crunches, but I was trying hard...! Next was time for an hour run. Ilona decided to take a well deserved rest and napped while I went running along the beachfront with Jeremy; and Simon on his rollerblades and Steve on Ilona's bike and we all headed out into the greyness. It was a good 3.75 miles. Along the way I was able to pick Jeremy's brain about nutrition, stretching, sports psychology, etc. I learned about "no-carb" and "low-carb" diets being bad, and I learned his philosophy of the 1-2-3 diet: one part fats, 1 parts proteins, and three parts carbohydrates. Not so easy to follow when you like lots of cheese on your pasta!
Ilona and I were chatting as we were getting ready to leave the shorehouse and I was applying some makeup. I told her that she should always look good when she goes out even if it's just a train ride, coz you never know who you might meet. (Do you think this old fashioned advice??). On our train ride home, we met David, a young Jewish guy who lives on the Upper West Side. We got chatting about bicycles and we spent the trip interviewing him as a potential, compatible match for one of our friends (name withheld until they go out on a date!). He was such a nice guy, he even carried Ilona's bike up all the subway stairs for her.
An exhausting, but great weekend.
There was little relief on Sunday. It started with Challah French Toast again, followed by a heavy duty hour bike ride along the shore. Weather was dreary but the wind was with us one way. Yes, only one way and we had to turn around and come back with the wind in our eyes, sand biting at our skin and quads squeezing hard against the pedals.
It was discovered that one of the new housemates in this year's shorehouse share has just completed his 'personal training' certification. Huh-hah! I was gonna take advantage of this. So we had an abs session. Keep in mind, this quiet, gentle, gentleman is a drummer in a rock band (The Benjamins); has tarot symbols tattooed on his arms and has a washboard stomach. I overdid it as usual by doing too many crunches, but I was trying hard...! Next was time for an hour run. Ilona decided to take a well deserved rest and napped while I went running along the beachfront with Jeremy; and Simon on his rollerblades and Steve on Ilona's bike and we all headed out into the greyness. It was a good 3.75 miles. Along the way I was able to pick Jeremy's brain about nutrition, stretching, sports psychology, etc. I learned about "no-carb" and "low-carb" diets being bad, and I learned his philosophy of the 1-2-3 diet: one part fats, 1 parts proteins, and three parts carbohydrates. Not so easy to follow when you like lots of cheese on your pasta!
Ilona and I were chatting as we were getting ready to leave the shorehouse and I was applying some makeup. I told her that she should always look good when she goes out even if it's just a train ride, coz you never know who you might meet. (Do you think this old fashioned advice??). On our train ride home, we met David, a young Jewish guy who lives on the Upper West Side. We got chatting about bicycles and we spent the trip interviewing him as a potential, compatible match for one of our friends (name withheld until they go out on a date!). He was such a nice guy, he even carried Ilona's bike up all the subway stairs for her.
An exhausting, but great weekend.
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