A 5K is 3.2 miles of misery.
Last night was super fun: My parents took my brother and I to this place in Cable called the River Creek Eatery, which is fantastic. This is the kind of place that I could only dream about when I used to live here. The place itself looks amazing, it's got great beer (New Glarus Moon Man, you are my new favorite) and the pizza was astounding. Also? The joint was bustling with attractive men. There was some type of bike event happening - I should know these things, now that I run a cycling apparel company, but when you're stuck in the woods for three weeks straight... - and I even saw a guy wearing an ARTCRANK t-shirt that the volunteers in MSP received for helping out (mine got ruined when I tried to light a match and the lit head of the match flew off. You're all lucky I'm alive today). I was going to walk up to him and talk to him about it, but he was eating and I felt like that would be weird and I was already getting enough looks for wearing my "Legalize Gay" t-shirt (which I'm wearing every single time I go into Cable and Hayward. Fuck those fools who don't like it).
After dinner the fam and I went back home to have a bonfire and watch the season finale of SNL. Swear to God, my mom was more excited about SNL than Dan and I were, which was pretty adorable, I have to say. I also found out last night that she really likes Duffy and Adele. How cool is that? My mom's cool. Probably cooler than your mom, I bet.
This morning my dreams came true and my mom made breakfast for all of us (ask Katy, Melissa, Ang, or Erica - my mom's breakfasts are kind of legendary), and then we planned to go into Cable to do the 5K.
I was kind of excited about this because it was for a good cause, and I felt like there might be a lot of people there. I'm starting to crave social interaction, you guys. And by that I mean, social interaction outside of my family. I called Dave on the phone today about some Groucho stuff, and I tried to prolong the conversation waaaay longer than necessary ("So...what are you doing next weekend?") just because it felt so good to talk to someone who wasn't related to me. And the fact that River Creek was super packed with a bunch of attractive men made me think that maybe Cable had changed...maybe there were actually other people my age now. Maybe it will be easier to find peers here now that I'm 32 instead of 21.
Nope.
The 5K? NOT FUN. And I was WALKING. I was happy to spend that time with my parents, but when your parents are smoking you at speed-walking...that's kind of embarrassing. And my dad would not stop racing me...even when I would just get even with him in pace, he'd speed a little bit up so I looked like the slow loser of the pack.
So finally it was over. To reward myself for doing a 5K, I decided to go on an 22-mile bike ride with Dan (he opted out of the 5K because it would interfere with his video game time). I had high hopes for this bike ride. Dreams of cresting the (many) hills in victory, coasting down the subsequent slopes while the wind rushed through my helmet...yeah, so there's this hill that will now be known as Megadeath Mountain. And it broke me. I made it all the way to the top, but was pretty sure I was going to die when I finally did. So instead we did a 7 mile bike ride and called it good.
Tomorrow my parents are leaving on a trip to Lake Geneva until Thursday, which means that Dan and I will be hanging out by ourselves. Which is weird - he's 21 and I'm 32, and it still kind of feels like we're 15 and get to pretend to be adults now that our parents are gone. We'll probably drink some beer. Watch some late-night TV. Maybe invite some friends over for a rager. Y'know. Cool stuff like that.
After dinner the fam and I went back home to have a bonfire and watch the season finale of SNL. Swear to God, my mom was more excited about SNL than Dan and I were, which was pretty adorable, I have to say. I also found out last night that she really likes Duffy and Adele. How cool is that? My mom's cool. Probably cooler than your mom, I bet.
This morning my dreams came true and my mom made breakfast for all of us (ask Katy, Melissa, Ang, or Erica - my mom's breakfasts are kind of legendary), and then we planned to go into Cable to do the 5K.
I was kind of excited about this because it was for a good cause, and I felt like there might be a lot of people there. I'm starting to crave social interaction, you guys. And by that I mean, social interaction outside of my family. I called Dave on the phone today about some Groucho stuff, and I tried to prolong the conversation waaaay longer than necessary ("So...what are you doing next weekend?") just because it felt so good to talk to someone who wasn't related to me. And the fact that River Creek was super packed with a bunch of attractive men made me think that maybe Cable had changed...maybe there were actually other people my age now. Maybe it will be easier to find peers here now that I'm 32 instead of 21.
Nope.
The 5K? NOT FUN. And I was WALKING. I was happy to spend that time with my parents, but when your parents are smoking you at speed-walking...that's kind of embarrassing. And my dad would not stop racing me...even when I would just get even with him in pace, he'd speed a little bit up so I looked like the slow loser of the pack.
So finally it was over. To reward myself for doing a 5K, I decided to go on an 22-mile bike ride with Dan (he opted out of the 5K because it would interfere with his video game time). I had high hopes for this bike ride. Dreams of cresting the (many) hills in victory, coasting down the subsequent slopes while the wind rushed through my helmet...yeah, so there's this hill that will now be known as Megadeath Mountain. And it broke me. I made it all the way to the top, but was pretty sure I was going to die when I finally did. So instead we did a 7 mile bike ride and called it good.
Tomorrow my parents are leaving on a trip to Lake Geneva until Thursday, which means that Dan and I will be hanging out by ourselves. Which is weird - he's 21 and I'm 32, and it still kind of feels like we're 15 and get to pretend to be adults now that our parents are gone. We'll probably drink some beer. Watch some late-night TV. Maybe invite some friends over for a rager. Y'know. Cool stuff like that.
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