So this week after running outside with Sarah for about 11.2 miles [ http://www.maschavantongeren.com/ing-nyc-marathon-2009/ ] , my knees hurt like hell. It sucks. I feel like a pussy.
I went to gym all excited because of my new found endurance and tolerance for boredom on a run/ treadmill and was ready to bust out a sweat on the machines … looking all tough and shit … dressed in black, baseball hat and new iPod nano … but guess what… my poor little [ ahum maybe not so little ] knees were hurting me. So I decided to throw a pity party for myself and do some abs, check myself out in the mirror and wonder if I might be pregnant by any chance [ my belly was huge and I have been eating like a pig ]. Of course I am NOT pregnant. I guess it was just my hormones going wild … and in all honesty … that might have been one of the main reasons for going to the gym at that time in the first place … lots of talent to be spotted during the after hours …
So anyway, after the pity party, the sad looks of my pot belly … I decided to throw in the towel and head home. Then I saw one of my midnight madness buddies and decided to ask him for advice on my knees. It was the usual. Ice on and of and advil… not exactly the solution I was after ; I come from a generation that pops pills for just about anything and that is used to instant results. So yeah, another bummer.
Then all of a sudden I spotted Carlos. The kick box trainer I wrote about last year [ http://www.maschavantongeren.com/2008/07/03/last-night-i-cried-so-much-it-hurt/ ] after I had a work out session from hell and decided to talk to him for a bit. Why?? Well frankly, after that place Omni opened across the road from me, I have been wondering what would have happened if I’d given his class another shot. So we talked and I told him why I never showed up again and what I did not like about the way he teaches. He could sort of see where I was coming from, but I don’t think he really cared, or is planning to change his ways. However, he is passionate about the sports and I respect that… a lot.
So, to make a long story short … I am gonna take a conditioning class from him this Sunday, not too excited about it … but ready for a new shock for my body .
Saturday morning S. and I woke up around uh… 7.30. Excited about last night we start to catch up with each others version of what happened. Luckily, both versions were almost the same, meaning we weren’t all that gone. We were pretty disappointed in the fact that the pool was closed and there was absolutely no room service whatsoever available in the hotel.
We decided that before we would leave to go downhill biking, it might be beneficial to hae a good breakfast so we made our way down. In our PJ’s. Very classy. The receptionist shared our opinion, however, she was very helpful and sent us over to this kick ass little breakfast joint. Again. S. and I were chatting about how excited we are for snow and last night blah blah. Girl Talk.
After the most amazing morning after breakfast anyone could have wished for we made our way back. Ready to get on that bike. So we call Diablo for 2 rentals + one lesson [my neighbor wasnt there to keep an eye on me and S. had never been dhillin' b4]. The answer was NO. NO instructors and NO bikes.
That sucked.
Not ready to give up on biking quite yet we decided to go to another shop and get our IRON HORSES there. I mean, it was Saturday morning, 10 am… why would there not be any bikes? Again. The answer was NO. They only has one more bike. I guess God just didn’t want us to go downhilling.
Bummed out we decided to pack up and leave to go back home. Driving back home we passed some stables and decided to give it a shot and go do some back country [horseback] riding. We tried at two different stables. No luck. It just wasn’t our day.
S. had the brilliant idea to go eat some RAMEN. Now, I neer ate any Ramen but TOP RAMEN, so really it didn’t excite me that much. S. on the other hand couldn’t have been more thrilled. So there we went, to Fort Lee to the Japanese shopping mall. The Ramen was good, our brainstorming sesh even better!
WE CAME UP WITH A NAME FOR THE NEW BANDANA COMPANY!
