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ps - this is just liek drunk dialing...good times!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
March 29: Jennoe Birthda\
Jennie mjust tunered 31 53 minutes ago and we have ben celbating all nigh (can you tell?1!_
Mu cousin is arribing tomorrow and here is an emali I just sent him...time for bed I think!
"Jennie and I have just finished 3 bottles of wine celevrating her birthday! I do not know if you will get this berfore you leave, but we are really excited to have a few extra bodies to help dilute the wine a little!!! Looking at all the spelling mistakes I can tall that I am a little drunk! I will see you in 10 hours!"
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Mu cousin is arribing tomorrow and here is an emali I just sent him...time for bed I think!
"Jennie and I have just finished 3 bottles of wine celevrating her birthday! I do not know if you will get this berfore you leave, but we are really excited to have a few extra bodies to help dilute the wine a little!!! Looking at all the spelling mistakes I can tall that I am a little drunk! I will see you in 10 hours!"
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Sunday, March 22, 2009
March 22: SAG Wagon
Today I was really keen to get out on my bike

whereas Jennie was really keen to go for a run.
(Jennie running beside Jardin d'Acclimitation).

So I decided I would bike along with her today while she ran and be her 'prevent a stitch bitch'. This is what Jennie and I call the support crew that carries your water, first aid, etc. Your general lacky for the day...pretty fitting term don't you think?
Windmill beside the Hippodrome.

Jennie finishing her loop around the Hippodrome.
whereas Jennie was really keen to go for a run.
(Jennie running beside Jardin d'Acclimitation).
So I decided I would bike along with her today while she ran and be her 'prevent a stitch bitch'. This is what Jennie and I call the support crew that carries your water, first aid, etc. Your general lacky for the day...pretty fitting term don't you think?
Windmill beside the Hippodrome.
Jennie finishing her loop around the Hippodrome.
March 21: Picnicing
Saturday was such a beautiful day that Jennie and I rode our bikes to the park (after our runs) and had a picnic lunch. We camped out right along my normal running route and watched the people go by. At this point of the day I was very happy to be on the other side of the path relaxed and watching versus actually running.
Me chillin'. I love the trees in the background. It is one of my favorite 'forests' to run by.

Jennie diggin' in.

We got home just in time to jump back on our bikes to ride up to Montemarte to meet some friends for wine and cheese on the grass infront of Sacre Ceour. The slope was a little steep, but the view and the people were fantasitic!

It is a pretty popular thing to do. A lot of people like to hang out on the steps of Sacre Ceour (especially when the weather is so nice!)

All 'n all, a great Saturday!
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Me chillin'. I love the trees in the background. It is one of my favorite 'forests' to run by.
Jennie diggin' in.
We got home just in time to jump back on our bikes to ride up to Montemarte to meet some friends for wine and cheese on the grass infront of Sacre Ceour. The slope was a little steep, but the view and the people were fantasitic!
It is a pretty popular thing to do. A lot of people like to hang out on the steps of Sacre Ceour (especially when the weather is so nice!)
All 'n all, a great Saturday!
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Saturday, March 21, 2009
March 21: Confidence Builder
As a runner the best way to build confidence is one step, one mile, and one run at a time. So today I decided to build 20 miles of confidence.
7:18, 7:15, 7:12, 7:18, 7:17, 7:08, 7:17, 7:15, 7:12, 7:13, 7:16, 7:04, 7:10, 7:08, 6:59, 6:47, 6:38, 6:15, 7:21, 7:15 min/mile
My goal was to run 18-20 miles but if you know me and my running 'style' (I would not call it style, but perhaps 'running method' is better) you know that means 18 OR 20 miles. Because if I run far enough past 18 (i.e. far enough of a fraction that it is worth posting on here - an additional 0.5 miles for example) then you know that I will keep running until I hit 19 miles. And there is NO way that I am going to run 19 miles and NOT run 20...that would just be absurd!
Such a beautiful day today means that we are off to get publically intoxicated at the base of the Sacre Ceour Cathedral. (Doesn't that sentence just sound wrong?! "So what did you do today?"..."Got drunk outside a church"..."sweet".) Truthfully, we are have some wine, fruit and cheese packed up to go meet some friends and enjoy being outside at Montemarte together...should be fun!
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7:18, 7:15, 7:12, 7:18, 7:17, 7:08, 7:17, 7:15, 7:12, 7:13, 7:16, 7:04, 7:10, 7:08, 6:59, 6:47, 6:38, 6:15, 7:21, 7:15 min/mile
My goal was to run 18-20 miles but if you know me and my running 'style' (I would not call it style, but perhaps 'running method' is better) you know that means 18 OR 20 miles. Because if I run far enough past 18 (i.e. far enough of a fraction that it is worth posting on here - an additional 0.5 miles for example) then you know that I will keep running until I hit 19 miles. And there is NO way that I am going to run 19 miles and NOT run 20...that would just be absurd!
Such a beautiful day today means that we are off to get publically intoxicated at the base of the Sacre Ceour Cathedral. (Doesn't that sentence just sound wrong?! "So what did you do today?"..."Got drunk outside a church"..."sweet".) Truthfully, we are have some wine, fruit and cheese packed up to go meet some friends and enjoy being outside at Montemarte together...should be fun!
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Friday, March 20, 2009
Brilliant
Why is it that after everytime I talk to someone from the UK I am always so inspired to used phrases such as "That's lovely" or "Brilliant"? Then I try using them and realize that it is definitely lost in translation.
Genius!
Genius!
March 20: It's a Starbucks Day
Ok, for those of you who knew me in Houston and were well aware of my self-imposed Starbucks ban (that lasted for well over a year I might add), you may not want to read the rest of this post because you will just shake your head and say, "Boy has he changed."
Since moving to Paris I have been frequenting Starbucks quite a bit. "Sacre bleu!" you say, "Of all the places to avoid Starbucks, Paris should be it!" Well, at first I would agree with that. But then I challenge you, my reader(s...if I should be so lucky) to find a LARGE cup of hot liquid that you can enjoy for a solid 30-45 minutes anywhere inside the Paris city limits. If you are the type of person who can make an espresso last this long because you take 2o minute breaks between sips, well then kudos to you, you are a Parisien at heart. I am not that type of person - if I have a drink in my hand, I will sip it on average (I am guessing here) at least once every 2 minutes...plus I have not drunk coffee in quite some time now but I do enjoy a nice cup of tea.
Also, knowing the location of the nearest Starbucks also means that, by default, you also know where the next clean (questionable at times) bathroom is while you are out and about. Sure, most cafe's have one but sometimes I do not want to devote an hour and half of sitting in some cafe just so I can use the bathroom.
Today I found myself in Starbucks after lunch waiting in line to get my afternoon tea and I was amusing myself with my usual game of " 'tourist?' or 'not a tourist?' " I can usually tell the tourist or the fresh fish (if you will) because they are the one standing in line looking very intent, overly concerned, and a little too full of nervous anticipation for a such a 'simple' task of ordering a coffee. Today I thought I saw a 'tourist' but then I looked over his shoulder and I saw a notepad full of french writing. "Hmmm...bad guess today," I thought. Then I looked closer and I saw the french phrases were:
"Je ne parle pas francais" (I do not speak french)
" Vous-etes american?" (Are you American)
Clearly this guy had just come from french class and he must have just arrived if those were his notes for the day. So I introduced myself. Turns out he has just been here for 2 weeks, will be here "indefinitely, and has already been mapping road bike routes in and around Paris (Have I mentioned that I just finishing getting my road bike assembled this past week for that very same reason?! Good timing!). Anyhow - seemed like a really nice guy...We plan on going for a bike ride soon. So, if you are keeping track, it has only taken me a year to meet a new friend outside of work and work acquaintances....lol
Later this afternoon I returned to Starbucks for another tea (shhhh, shhhh, shhhh...I don't want to hear it!) and while standing in line I see a good friend of mine's wife of whom will be meeting tomorrow night! What are the odds?! I know nobody in a city of 10 million people, yet Starbucks has become my social hub!
So today was definitely a Starbucks day. Perhaps on Monday I will go three times...imagine how popular I will be then?!!
In other news - Jennie and I went to see Marley and Me tonight. Cute movie. One that I could have easily waited to watch on the plane during some future flight, but cute none-the-less.
You stay classy Paris.
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Since moving to Paris I have been frequenting Starbucks quite a bit. "Sacre bleu!" you say, "Of all the places to avoid Starbucks, Paris should be it!" Well, at first I would agree with that. But then I challenge you, my reader(s...if I should be so lucky) to find a LARGE cup of hot liquid that you can enjoy for a solid 30-45 minutes anywhere inside the Paris city limits. If you are the type of person who can make an espresso last this long because you take 2o minute breaks between sips, well then kudos to you, you are a Parisien at heart. I am not that type of person - if I have a drink in my hand, I will sip it on average (I am guessing here) at least once every 2 minutes...plus I have not drunk coffee in quite some time now but I do enjoy a nice cup of tea.
Also, knowing the location of the nearest Starbucks also means that, by default, you also know where the next clean (questionable at times) bathroom is while you are out and about. Sure, most cafe's have one but sometimes I do not want to devote an hour and half of sitting in some cafe just so I can use the bathroom.
Today I found myself in Starbucks after lunch waiting in line to get my afternoon tea and I was amusing myself with my usual game of " 'tourist?' or 'not a tourist?' " I can usually tell the tourist or the fresh fish (if you will) because they are the one standing in line looking very intent, overly concerned, and a little too full of nervous anticipation for a such a 'simple' task of ordering a coffee. Today I thought I saw a 'tourist' but then I looked over his shoulder and I saw a notepad full of french writing. "Hmmm...bad guess today," I thought. Then I looked closer and I saw the french phrases were:
"Je ne parle pas francais" (I do not speak french)
" Vous-etes american?" (Are you American)
Clearly this guy had just come from french class and he must have just arrived if those were his notes for the day. So I introduced myself. Turns out he has just been here for 2 weeks, will be here "indefinitely, and has already been mapping road bike routes in and around Paris (Have I mentioned that I just finishing getting my road bike assembled this past week for that very same reason?! Good timing!). Anyhow - seemed like a really nice guy...We plan on going for a bike ride soon. So, if you are keeping track, it has only taken me a year to meet a new friend outside of work and work acquaintances....lol
Later this afternoon I returned to Starbucks for another tea (shhhh, shhhh, shhhh...I don't want to hear it!) and while standing in line I see a good friend of mine's wife of whom will be meeting tomorrow night! What are the odds?! I know nobody in a city of 10 million people, yet Starbucks has become my social hub!
So today was definitely a Starbucks day. Perhaps on Monday I will go three times...imagine how popular I will be then?!!
In other news - Jennie and I went to see Marley and Me tonight. Cute movie. One that I could have easily waited to watch on the plane during some future flight, but cute none-the-less.
You stay classy Paris.
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