The (almost creepy) warm weather we’ve been having for most of this week looks set to end tomorrow, so I decided to flip-flop my long bike and run days so that I could enjoy the luxury of doing my long run in shirt sleeves and shorts in February. Too good a chance to pass up. Here’s how it went, plus the what the rest of Saturday looked like:
Here’s a free tip. The night before a half marathon don’t stick your face in a bucket of tabbouleh salad and eat till you’re stomach swells with bulgur and parsley. It won’t end well. There were some nervous moments in the hours leading up to the race and a few frantic twinges in the middle miles, but (spoiler) everything ended up ok and I actually had a pretty solid race in a unique twist to the annual Old Fashioned Ten Miler in Foxborough.
Every time I go into the city for work, I pass by the Oath kiosk in South Station. I’m also a huge pizza geek, yet somehow had never stopped in to try the pies. That changed last night. On the way to the Lake Street Dive show, we needed a quick dinner and the Chestnut Hill location was in a perfect spot.
Oath Craft Pizza is a small local Massachusetts chain that started on Nantucket and has expanded to the mainland in the last few years. According to Boston Eater they have some big backers and some big plans beyond just Boston.
Can a band’s greatest strength also be their greatest weakness? I’m beginning to suspect that the genre-hopping Lake Street Dive might have this problem. Even with all the streaming options today, if a band doesn’t fit neatly into a pre-set sound or algorithm, how are people going to find you? How do you categorize or explain a band that hop scotches between jazz, power pop, classic rock, soul, R&B and British Invasion.
After flying to Charlotte, sitting in a windowless conference room for hours, then going out for drinks, I was feeling like jiggling blob in dire need of some movement. Any movement. My resolve to rest was not helped by the fact that Charlotte was having a few days of very mild weather. When we finally exited the conference room last night, it was in the sixties. When I checked my phone on waking, it was still just a few ticks below 50 degrees. How could I pass that up?
Time was short yesterday as Chelle got a workout in, Cece and I had a basketball practice, then getting the girls out to shop for some much needed new sneakers and do some general food shopping for the week. It was past two when we got home. This was close to the witching hour for me. Anything much past two and I start to talk myself into not working out. So I tried to act as if I was a young teenage buck and just grabbed my shoes and watch and ran out the door before my negative thoughts beat up my remaining motivation.