I've finally trekked into the real world and am taking advantage of a bookstore's wifi. Not that I don't love you all dearly, but I've actually been enjoying my disconnectedness and will pretty much continue to do so for the next two weeks with a few exceptions.
My holidays have been fun and festive, but sadly fartlek-free. Today I finally got off my lazy butt for my first full-on cold weather run. Thanks to my holiday loot, I was well prepared for the excursion. Somehow though I don't think those three miles are going to work off the vast quantities of food I've ingested over the past week and a half. We had two dinners on Christmas day thanks to the fact that one of my Greek aunts was back in the states. I haven't had a Greeklish holiday since I was a teenager and, damn, do I miss them. I'm surprised I can even walk let alone run with how much spanikopita, tyropita, pasticho, potatoes, and honey and butter cookies I've eaten. Hell, I've consumed more baklava in one week than most people should ever actually eat in a year. I wouldn't be suprised if I'm actually diabetic now.
Hopefully I'll get another run in this week before Z and I re-enact Cannonball Run again. We're probably leaving on Friday, but that all depends on what Mother Nature has in store for New England and the midwest first.
Our drive from Chi-town to the wilds of NH went surprisingly well as we managed to miss all the major storms by the skin of our teeth. Regardless, the words 'dick', 'douche' and 'a$$hole' were used liberally as we encountered morons from the midwestern states. Observations made during the trip include the following:
- Leaving Chicago during rush hour, though necessary, was a total pain in the butt.
- Gary, Indiana is truly hell on earth.
- Although we never crossed the Michigan border, we encountered many of their fine drivers on Route 90 and made sure to tell them what we thought of their driving skills at every opportunity ... often with shaking fists and gutter verbiage.
- Hampton Inns are fine establishments. Even more so when compared to the collection of Bates Motels we deliberately passed up along the way.
- Ohio is not as bad as I remember it being. Cleveland actually looks like a smaller version of Chicago. At least when driving by at 65 mph. Z and I are even contemplating stopping by the A Christmas Story house for shits and giggles on the way back.
- The Best State Ever Award goes to Pennsylvania for the sole fact that we spent the least amount of time there.
- The Worst State Ever Award belongs to New York, mostly for the time it took us to traverse the state as well as the unbelievably high tolls we had to pay. Greedy bastards. By the time we finally got off Route 7 (horrific tactical error on my part as navigator), we wanted to stab our eyes out.
- There is only one Taco Bell on the highway between our departure and arrival points.
- Thank god Z packed almost an entire restaurant's worth of home-cooked food into the backseat for us to munch on during the trip.
- Sadly, we were still stupid enough to stop at a Hardees along the way. I think I'm still paying for it, if you know what I mean.
Happy New Year, everyone. Stay safe. I'll catch you later.
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*Image courtesy of my friend, the Carnivore, who sent this to me two years ago and it still makes me laugh.