If you dont think life is sexy, you're doing it wrong.
woa nelly!last night as i was perched atop the Atlantic station bridge jammin' out to some techno and watching the cars wiz below my feet i came to two conclusions:
1-I'd never be able to commit suicide. When you're up there so high with all that concrete down below. Man. It sceery! How do people do it? Life is too good for that nonsense.
2-I wanna write a blog.
Last night was the kind of night that makes life worth the livin! So first I mounted my trusty steed aka my wee bicicleta with the spotty handle bars and peddled off to my favorite study spot, in East Atlanta. The fattest couch is the bestest and I always get iced Jasmine tea, mmm. Anyways, but I couldn't really focus and after getting practically nothing done I came home.
But i was not ready for bed so I decided to stuff my backpack with edemame, a blankie, and see where I would end up. I'm SO glad I decided to just go. Coach had just had a meeting about how we needed to do everything perfect for running aka good sleep and all that but... I just wasn't sleepy! And maybe I should have been resting for the race Friday but... my body was burstin to get goin now!
So first I just pumped and huffed around the city on my bike dancing to some good tunes watching the city lights and feelin' the night time energies. When the air is perfect and you just wanna go and feel alive and in motion, it's like... the same feeling as when it starts to rain on a summer day hot run. Or when you read a book so good that it makes you shiver (ok, I'm not sure that's happened to me but it sounds good.) Or when you beat your most arch rival enemies at Spades and make them eat the seed. It's that kind of feel good. Peachtree street, surprising amount of people stumpin around for a Wednesday night. Anywyas,I was pretty much dancing on my bike so I thought, dude, I should just go somewhere where I can dance. And it just happened to be Wednesday so what better place than MJQ!
Texted my sis, and what do you know, she was already there! It was destiny. Again I was thinking, hmm, 7am practice next day. But my body still had energy so I went with it. After pedaling to MJQ I stowed my pack of survival goods in a bush (I was hoping no hobos saw and it's good they didnt bc I later realized my wallet was in there, oopsie!) and then I hopped over to MJQ.
At first I was a bit afeerd because I was completely sweaty, no makeup, just some tiny workout shorts and a crusty Sublime shirt while all the other girls stalked by in sexy dresses and toe peenching heels. But once Beeky and I hit the dance floor like a herd of crazy monkeys/ retards I could care less. It was super fun hopping around and trying to dance like the gangster I know I am inside. The music was pumpin' and there weren't too many people in the way (my dance style requires lots of arm flailing) so it was the most perfect dance night ever.
I decided to head home after a blundering idiot kicked my owie heel though. Off on my trusty steed again I was still determined that the night was not quite over. I had decided that beds are over rated and I could easily live like a hobo and that the roof on top of mattress factory with a glorious view of the city would be perfect.
After my sister obnoxiously followed me home in her car (ugh, I tried to loose her in vain), I hopped the fence and was about to have a nice swim in their pool but the security guard made me leave. Luckily I got a quick dip and then up I went to the roof. It's surprisingly easy to break into that place. Two guys were sitting outside and the door was open. So I pretty much slept on the roof till 3am but believe it or not, I think it might be hard to be a hobo (heehee duh I know). The edemame and blankie helped but I started getting cold and scared that I would get in trouble (there were signs about paying $500 for trespassing). So I went home and had a shower and food and a warm bed.
I'm glad I'm not a hobo.
Night time bike rides are the best.
Also, spontaneous random adventures make the world go round for me. Sometimes with running I get into this repetitive schedule and I forget how to enjoy life. And turn into a zombie machine that does everything the same always with no creativity! Sometimes I just want to do things for the pure fun of it. Not because I need to accomplish a goal or get a certain time. Just because it's pure sexy.
So lesson of the night- I think in some ways it's more important to love what you do than to accomplish goals, although both can go together.
Sniff sniff. And by that I mean, everyone needs to go stay out too late, not get enough sleep before practice, and live life a little now and then.
Or maybe now and always. =)
1-I'd never be able to commit suicide. When you're up there so high with all that concrete down below. Man. It sceery! How do people do it? Life is too good for that nonsense.
2-I wanna write a blog.
Last night was the kind of night that makes life worth the livin! So first I mounted my trusty steed aka my wee bicicleta with the spotty handle bars and peddled off to my favorite study spot, in East Atlanta. The fattest couch is the bestest and I always get iced Jasmine tea, mmm. Anyways, but I couldn't really focus and after getting practically nothing done I came home.
But i was not ready for bed so I decided to stuff my backpack with edemame, a blankie, and see where I would end up. I'm SO glad I decided to just go. Coach had just had a meeting about how we needed to do everything perfect for running aka good sleep and all that but... I just wasn't sleepy! And maybe I should have been resting for the race Friday but... my body was burstin to get goin now!
So first I just pumped and huffed around the city on my bike dancing to some good tunes watching the city lights and feelin' the night time energies. When the air is perfect and you just wanna go and feel alive and in motion, it's like... the same feeling as when it starts to rain on a summer day hot run. Or when you read a book so good that it makes you shiver (ok, I'm not sure that's happened to me but it sounds good.) Or when you beat your most arch rival enemies at Spades and make them eat the seed. It's that kind of feel good. Peachtree street, surprising amount of people stumpin around for a Wednesday night. Anywyas,I was pretty much dancing on my bike so I thought, dude, I should just go somewhere where I can dance. And it just happened to be Wednesday so what better place than MJQ!
Texted my sis, and what do you know, she was already there! It was destiny. Again I was thinking, hmm, 7am practice next day. But my body still had energy so I went with it. After pedaling to MJQ I stowed my pack of survival goods in a bush (I was hoping no hobos saw and it's good they didnt bc I later realized my wallet was in there, oopsie!) and then I hopped over to MJQ.
At first I was a bit afeerd because I was completely sweaty, no makeup, just some tiny workout shorts and a crusty Sublime shirt while all the other girls stalked by in sexy dresses and toe peenching heels. But once Beeky and I hit the dance floor like a herd of crazy monkeys/ retards I could care less. It was super fun hopping around and trying to dance like the gangster I know I am inside. The music was pumpin' and there weren't too many people in the way (my dance style requires lots of arm flailing) so it was the most perfect dance night ever.
I decided to head home after a blundering idiot kicked my owie heel though. Off on my trusty steed again I was still determined that the night was not quite over. I had decided that beds are over rated and I could easily live like a hobo and that the roof on top of mattress factory with a glorious view of the city would be perfect.
After my sister obnoxiously followed me home in her car (ugh, I tried to loose her in vain), I hopped the fence and was about to have a nice swim in their pool but the security guard made me leave. Luckily I got a quick dip and then up I went to the roof. It's surprisingly easy to break into that place. Two guys were sitting outside and the door was open. So I pretty much slept on the roof till 3am but believe it or not, I think it might be hard to be a hobo (heehee duh I know). The edemame and blankie helped but I started getting cold and scared that I would get in trouble (there were signs about paying $500 for trespassing). So I went home and had a shower and food and a warm bed.
I'm glad I'm not a hobo.
Night time bike rides are the best.
Also, spontaneous random adventures make the world go round for me. Sometimes with running I get into this repetitive schedule and I forget how to enjoy life. And turn into a zombie machine that does everything the same always with no creativity! Sometimes I just want to do things for the pure fun of it. Not because I need to accomplish a goal or get a certain time. Just because it's pure sexy.
So lesson of the night- I think in some ways it's more important to love what you do than to accomplish goals, although both can go together.
Sniff sniff. And by that I mean, everyone needs to go stay out too late, not get enough sleep before practice, and live life a little now and then.
Or maybe now and always. =)
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