#79: Live Only In Bridge Cities.
I’ve just discovered, I’ve only ever lived in bridge cities. Cities by the coast, hugging a shoreline, with bridges connecting it to the rest of the world. Think I’ll ever live inland? Nope… Born right outside of Washington, DC, I spent the first couple years going back and forth across the Arlington Memorial Bridge in DC. Then, Charleston, SC was home for the next 10 years, and there I was 5 minutes from the Cooper River Bridge. Lacking…
#75: Hang Ten At The Santa Cruz Surf Museum.
In my next life –– the one after world traveler –– I want to be a pro surfer. The beach bum, tiki shack, wine drinking, totally rad kind who makes a living surfing by day and selling sand dollars by night. Looking outside now at the rainy day outside, I’m reminded exactly why I sand and flip-flops make for the perfect second life. Last weekend, Brittany, Paul (one of my new favorite couples) and I went to Santa Cruz, a…
#66: Bruise Your Ribs Before A Half-Marathon.
One could only imagine the sheer, agonizing pain of bruising a couple ribs. It hurts like hell. You feel like your insides have been scraped with a scalpel. You feel like you just got winded by RG3 on the NFL sidelines on an off-day. You probably have a new found appreciation for mothers in the delivery room. Worst part: Having no scratches, bruise marks, epic story or medicine to show for it… That was me…
#64: Run The Stanford Dish.
Feeling a little like Forrest Gump in this quick snapshot, yet still ran my little heart out nonetheless. The hills were a B$%TCH, but it felt good to reach the zenith and peer out to the entire Northern California countryside at eye level. Let’s see if we can keep this going on a regular basis. My fingers are crossed and my laces are double tied.