So I did it. When I was in NYC I met people from the great abyss: The Internet (cue dum dum dummm music). Had someone asked me a mere 8 months ago if I would ever meet people from the WWW I would have stated boldly, “hell to the no” and sincerely meant it.
The entire concept of meeting people from the Internet has always held a terrible connotation for me. Umm, hmmm… what if I meet some creepy, old man who kills me? My oh my won’t I look stupid then? Yes. Yes I would.
(note; I still have massive issues with the whole online dating thing, I’m still (stupidly) a hopeless romantic, waiting for my heel to get stuck in a pothole, and then a big truck to rumble towards me and my knight in shining armour (cough he’ll be a Mathew McConaughey look alike cough) to literally sweep me off my feet, all while saving my life and my shoe… )
But! Over the last few months, due to my desk job and this blog, the world of blogs and the Internet has become a huge part of my life and I simply LOVE it now. I’ve gained so much from my little corner of the Internet, more than I could ever imagine; encouragement, hope, gratitude, support, love, a DVF dress, a running buddy, a cheerleader, healthy competitors, inspiration, emails of love, advice and thanks, and most importantly new friends.
On Sunday evening at precisely 6pm, I entered the bar where I had told the World Wide Web where I would go, got a table and a beer and waited. I had no idea what to expect, and looking back on it now I’m really proud that I actually did this. There’s no way I could have done something so bold at my heaviest weight.
I went. I sat. I waited. I was terrified, but content. Content that if no one showed up I knew I’d be o.k. I’d be able to live another day and not think too much about “being a total loser” (which I totally would have been ps). People did show up (thank you!!) and it was amazing hearing people’s stories, and hearing what they had to say about 125 (I don’t often talk to people about it).
I learnt never to underestimate the power of the Internet, or be too cool for it. I also learnt that the influence of the human spirit on one another is one of my absoloute favourite things in this world. I learnt that friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.”
On Monday morning I ran!! Shocking, I know. But I had to burn off that cupcake somehow.
I’m pretty sure I was pointing “To Alaska!” my obvious destination, but then proceeded to neanderthal around the reservoir. Becuase I’m awesome like that.
Note: “the shiney spot on the back of that incredibly toned and awesome looking leg?” is from the LuLu Lemon symbol (brand of my space pants, because serious yo my ass is out of this world, haha I kid, I kid).
So this happened.
I, Bobby Fischer, have no idea how, but it did. Somehow, somewhere on the streets of New York I was convinced to un-retire my chess skillz (I used to play competitively) and play a blitz round of chess with the owner of a little, quaint (but hard core), chess shop.
I dominated* Obvy.
O.k, y’all let’s be honest, my NYC blogging thus far has been less than stellar; if we get technical? its even been poor (gasp! I know, right?! For my 2nd fav hobby (#1 being eating) this is truly shocking).
I blame it on me not having access to all my photos at work, being utterly exhausted from the trip (I was *that* person in an afternoon meeting yesterday - the one who keeps shutting their eyes and then jolting awake), and being incredibly busy, omigod-have-to-actually-use-my-brain, busy.
So… NYC… eh?
It really was an awesome trip which reaffirmed my love for the concrete jungle. The first night I drank more than I’d like to admit and danced the night away with some of my favourite people. My love of R-Kelly (don’t ask) resulted in a rap off between two friends, which just may have been the highlight of the night.
The night concluded with everyone devouring ukrainian perogies at 6 in the morning and then snoozing well into my scheduled run hour the next morning. So worth it.
Here’s to a long life and a merry one
A quick death and an easy one
A pretty girl and an honest one
A cold beer and another one!
Don’t worry, I’m now on an alcohol hiatus until after this Sunday (2nd half). Ps I look super lumpy(?) in this photo. Perhaps it’s the belt? Or perhaps it’s the morning croissants.. or my fat simply trying to escape above my jeans… whatever it is. I? am chunky.
Highest Weight: 203
Current Weight: 171
Goal Weight: 125(!)