miss judging time

Plink Plink Plink.

Can you hear the sands of time plinkety plopping down upon me?

Why is it that certain things that should not take very long take all day??

One simple thing.

5 minutes ago it was 9:00 am. Now it is almost 3:00. Where did the day go?

We did it!

That's right. On Sunday October 3rd, Jason and I completed our 2nd marathon! Alex and Kurt completed their first marathon, and we all set personal bests for ourselves.

Not only did I beat my 1st marathon time, but I also accomplished my secret goal of coming in under 5 hours. 4 hours and 51 minutes, people! Yay! It was quite painful and a true test of mental endurance and stamina, but we did it!

Noteworthy things to mention:

1. The race course was beautiful

2. Fall in Milwaukee is quite unlike fall in North Carolina

3. I am sore and will not be running for the rest of the week

4. We ate a lot of pizza after the race

5. Running is a marathon is amazing!

Next stop...New York 2011???

Sugar Maple

Last night Kurt and Alex took us to one of their favorite Milwaukee hipster spots- Sugar Maple!!! There are 60 beers on tap, cute little bartenders with peacock tattoos and vintage dresses, and soup. Yes, soup. They serve soup and beer; a perfect Milwaukee pairing if you ask me. The coolest thing though is that their logo is a mustache. How cool is that? Or maybe it's a mountain, or a helicopter thingy? No, definitely a mustache.
We didn't actually get any soup because it wasn't ready; but we did each try a flight of beers which were all delectable. It was the perfect interlude to a day filled with eating in preparation for the race. And tomorrow... 26.2 miles!!!

It's bacon!!!!

Today, vegetarians everywhere are mourning the loss of one of their oldest comrades. Yes, that is right, today I ate bacon. Don't faint with shock. Those of you who know me well, know that I have slowly been dabbling with various meat products such as chicken and turkey over the past few years, but bacon is bacon. Bacon is meat and there is no denying it, but it was damn good. However, considering the state of certain pursuits of santosha and overall well-being, I think I will reserve bacon for special occasions such as marathon weekends and brunches will great friends.

These boots

If you are to live in Milwaukee, the only thing you need to truly fulfill your life potential is a great pair of boots. This is the one thing that I have noticed about Milwaukee fashion- every Milwaukee lady has a pair of hot boots. She might be wearing crappy jeans and a hoodie or a cute little vintage dress, but either way she also is rocking some very fierce boots; and these boots somehow turn her into a lady with panache! I guess it gets so cold here that the only part of your clothes that doesn't get occluded by a coat is your boot wearing region, which can perfectly be accented with great boots. Boots that I have seen:



























I'll take one of each please.

Alterra

Today I will plug my new favorite thing about Milwaukee. Alterra!!!!

If Open Eye were to be uprooted and relocated to Milwaukee, then made slightly more chain- like while simultaneously being way cooler, it would be Alterra. You can watch them roasting their beans and they make a pretty mean soy latte. Today, while Alex is working, we are hanging out here and being laptop people. Oh and, by the way, it's super cold here!











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Airports are weird

It always baffles me that you can exist in this strange in between place where you are neither here nor there. It is only how I would imagine it to be if humanity were to relocate on Mars and live inside of an oxygenated bubble thing that resembled a super sized mall.
Whenever I enter the airport, I am instantly overwhelmed with a sense of craziness, that can only be reined in by going to a place inside myself where I am not actively participating in the ongoing events, but watching, from box seats in my frontal lobe.
You can be certain that you are on the ground. But where are you? Something is not right here. Normal rules do not apply: you must put your toiletries in tiny bottles, pour out your water, pull around your rolly bag as if it were a dog on a leash, and stuff your belongings in and around your person so as to not appear to have too much stuff. But they do have beer. Unfortunately, it does cost 10$, and is served to you by aliens who, by the way, do have to clear security before going to work. Airports are weird.