#105: Turn 28 In An Ageless City.
I’m a little late in posting this after my actual birthday, January 21st. But hey, here’s a celebratory post nonetheless. I just turned 28 years old and somehow feel older AND younger at the same time. Younger, like born again in the transplant sense. A new city, new coast, new chance to start over and re-discover life’s simplest pleasures like seagulls, the Pacific Ocean, accents, baked sourdough bread, olive trees, fine wine. Older, like my 21-year-old body. That used to…
#104: Learn How To Cardio Kick-Box.
Funny, before doing a kickboxing class this evening, I was excited, pumped and inspired with 4 great reasons to just do it. Now, after making it (or struggling rather) through one single 55-minute session, those 4 great reasons have turned into 4 great lessons learned. One hour, one new partner and about a thousand-something sweat drops later, I survived my first kickboxing class. Just barely. A single girl living in a big city should protect herself. I moved to SF…
#103: The Perfect Black Bean Burger In SF.
I do love a good, juicy beef burger or savory turkey sandwich, but lately, I’ve preferred anything and everything veggie or black bean filled. I’m not vegetarian. Or a pescatarian. I just really like fish. And veggies. A lot. To the point, I’ve been hunting for the perfect, well-crafted veggie burger since I got here to SF. Today, I finally found one. It was a cloudless Sunday morning in the Mission (you measure SF living by its sunny days), and…
#102: San Francisco’s Crookedest Street, Lombard Street.
At the ripe, old age of 27, I discovered calves that I didn’t know existed. My legs were in the best shape of my life. And for a few solid months, I or my calves, felt invisible. So I tried to run/walk up Lombard Street, the Crookedest Street in San Francisco. While I did a post-victory selfie, a man stumbled past me: “God, I hate these stairs.” Lombard Street will give you one of the best…
#101: Run Early Along The Embarcadero.
Nothing like an early morning run to get the blood pumping! But don’t make the same mistakes I did. Here’s a couple pitstops and tips to consider along the way: Avoid running through the Tenderloin if you can, Start in Nob Hill. It’s the sketchiest neighborhood in the entire city and doesn’t have the most pleasant of views or people. Its streets have constant stoplights so you’ll be pausing every 5 minutes or so. Pro-tip: Start…