Yesterday was the day I started my week-long torture. Honestly, if I had more time and money, going a week without coffee would probably not have been on this list. But, it goes with the theme of challenging oneself, so I'll do it. Begrudgingly.
I started the day with a cup of black tea and cereal - blech. That combination is probably the saddest excuse for a breakfast. I figured, I plan to be indoors and catching up on old episodes of Beverly Hills 90210 (oh the 90s!), so why do I need the extra caffeine? The cereal was just because I was lazy. I don't know whether it was the cup of green tea later in the afternoon and a 2-hour nap after (or the fact that I was kind of hungover), but I never really felt awake until after dinnertime.
Today is Day 2. I plan to get some work and errands done, do a short run, and have a laidback dinner. It's 9 AM and I've had one cup of black tea. How many more to go? We'll see.
Midday Update: I've been up since 7:45AM, went to bed at 1AM last night and had 2 cups of black tea this morning. I ran one errand outside and I could use a nap right now. Dear god. A whole week of this. Time for some green tea?
Sunday, July 25, 2010
#15: Shooting Range - DONE!
When I told people I wanted to go to a shooting range the responses were either along the lines of "Awesome!" or "Um, why?". I'm not a violent person (I swear), and I don't have any intention of becoming an NRA member, but I always wanted to shoot a gun and see how well I'd do. Those water shooting games just don't compare.
A couple of weeks ago I went with my friend Judy to Westside Pistol & Rifle Range in the Flatiron district. It's the only one in New York City and it's very easy to miss if you're not looking for it.
We went to the basement of a building where all the magic happens. First was an introductory class where a 60-something balding man covered in tattoos demonstrated what to do with a rifle (IE don't point it at someone, always have the safety on, etc). He also showed us how to put bullets in a magazine (I snickered in my head because this is such a completely different use of the term "magazine" from how I use it in my 9-5 day job).
Now, if you were to imagine a shooting range, you'd probably imagine the location dominated by men. The instructors and staff were mostly male, but the class we were in had 5 women and 2 men, boyfriends of 2 women in the class. Those two women made me look like a genius. Who wears heels to go to a shooting range? But any class where I'm not the most confused one is a great class by me.
It took some getting used to and my rifle-holding form was probably poor because holy crap those things are heavy, but it was FUN! I mean, how many opportunities do you have to fire a weapon without worrying about, you know, getting arrested for something?
Here's one of my targets:
Not bad for a beginner, eh?
After shooting a few rounds (I believe we got 50 bullets), we walked over to the Shake Shack for some burgers and milkshakes. If we had beer instead of milkshakes we might as well have grown testicles.
They gave us a card for 50% off our next visit, so who knows? Maybe I'll aim (ha! Sorry, it's been a while since I used a pun, right?) to get everything in the bulls eye next time. The expectations for this visit were really more like "Don't shoot yourself or someone accidentally." Mission accomplished!
A couple of weeks ago I went with my friend Judy to Westside Pistol & Rifle Range in the Flatiron district. It's the only one in New York City and it's very easy to miss if you're not looking for it.
We went to the basement of a building where all the magic happens. First was an introductory class where a 60-something balding man covered in tattoos demonstrated what to do with a rifle (IE don't point it at someone, always have the safety on, etc). He also showed us how to put bullets in a magazine (I snickered in my head because this is such a completely different use of the term "magazine" from how I use it in my 9-5 day job).
Now, if you were to imagine a shooting range, you'd probably imagine the location dominated by men. The instructors and staff were mostly male, but the class we were in had 5 women and 2 men, boyfriends of 2 women in the class. Those two women made me look like a genius. Who wears heels to go to a shooting range? But any class where I'm not the most confused one is a great class by me.
It took some getting used to and my rifle-holding form was probably poor because holy crap those things are heavy, but it was FUN! I mean, how many opportunities do you have to fire a weapon without worrying about, you know, getting arrested for something?
Here's one of my targets:
Not bad for a beginner, eh?
After shooting a few rounds (I believe we got 50 bullets), we walked over to the Shake Shack for some burgers and milkshakes. If we had beer instead of milkshakes we might as well have grown testicles.
They gave us a card for 50% off our next visit, so who knows? Maybe I'll aim (ha! Sorry, it's been a while since I used a pun, right?) to get everything in the bulls eye next time. The expectations for this visit were really more like "Don't shoot yourself or someone accidentally." Mission accomplished!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Perdoname, discuplame, lo siento
I've been MIA from the blogosphere, and I'm sorry. I don't like giving excuses, so I'll honestly just say that it's because I don't like blogging. There. I said it. I'm a web editor, and I hate the internet.
But I started this blog and this list, which is now looking impossible to accomplish in less than 6 months, and I will follow through with it.
To continue from the last post, I did go to the Spanish conversation class at the New York Public Library. Turns out, compared to complete beginners, mi espanol no es tan malo. We did short skits, and I played a nurse. Ha. Too bad I don't think there are any more classes anytime soon, because it really does help to speak in the language rather than just read and write it. I haven't picked up any of my Spanish books since then. Maybe I'll download an iPhone app to help. Know any?
What else have I been doing since June? I went on a short trip to Rhode Island...where the uneven streets made me twist my ankle. It's been a week and it's still slightly swollen. I'm giving it till Wednesday to try getting back to my 5K training plan again. You're messing up my timeline, injuries.
Pretty!
Deep fried balls of seafood? Yes, please!
That's it for now, but stay tuned for a post about #15. Fun!
But I started this blog and this list, which is now looking impossible to accomplish in less than 6 months, and I will follow through with it.
To continue from the last post, I did go to the Spanish conversation class at the New York Public Library. Turns out, compared to complete beginners, mi espanol no es tan malo. We did short skits, and I played a nurse. Ha. Too bad I don't think there are any more classes anytime soon, because it really does help to speak in the language rather than just read and write it. I haven't picked up any of my Spanish books since then. Maybe I'll download an iPhone app to help. Know any?
What else have I been doing since June? I went on a short trip to Rhode Island...where the uneven streets made me twist my ankle. It's been a week and it's still slightly swollen. I'm giving it till Wednesday to try getting back to my 5K training plan again. You're messing up my timeline, injuries.
Pretty!
Deep fried balls of seafood? Yes, please!
That's it for now, but stay tuned for a post about #15. Fun!
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