On empty nest syndrome, helicopter...
Mom: Oh, and Cary?
CR: Yes?
Mom: BE CAREFUL.
CR: Huh?
Mom: Yes, be very careful! You don't live in the nicest neighbor---
CR: Mom, I'm lying on the sofa.
Mom: Well I don't care, I want you to BE CAREFUL.
CR: No literally. I am lying prone in my apartment. What on earth do I need to be careful about?
Mom: ...
Mom: Don't turn over too quickly or you'll throw your back out!
Mar 30th
In the past few days I have received...
I run four to five days per week.
I average 25 miles per week.
I average 7.5 minutes per mile.
I always start slow to end fast.
I never run more than three days in a row.
I always take one rest day each week.
I lift weights two days a week, focusing on core and upper body.
I alternate long runs with short ones.
I complete one long run each week (long = eight to twelve miles)
I don't drink on nights before long runs.
I don't have a set time for when I run; I fit it into my schedule however I can, but I always set aside time for at least three miles.
I listen primarily to a mix of 80s and 90s pop ("Rhythm Nation", anyone?), clubby guido dance remixes, and whatever I hear on Z100. Also George Strait, TV on the Radio, Coldplay, and Motown.
I wear Asic Gel Cumulus, size 10. I have also tried and approve of Mizuno.
Despite the enormity of my shoes I still lose toenails on the regular because I curl them when I land on each step.
I never run in tee shirts. Cotton does not breathe and slows me down.
Treadmill workouts can break up the outdoor pattern. Run .5 mile intervals at alternating speeds.
I consume an average of 3,000 calories per day. This seems like a lot until I do the math and realize that at 150 calories per mile, I'm burning 3,750 calories per week.
I love to run. When I stop loving it, I will stop running. When it gets boring, I take breaks. When I become tired, I slow down, and when I feel like shit, I hit the pavement.
Mar 25th
Rufio: Boil-dripping, beef, fart-sniffing bubble butt!
Lost Boys: Bangarang, Rufio!
Peter: Someone has a severe ca-ca mouth, you know that?
Rufio: You are fart factory, slug-slimed, sack-of-rat-guts-in-cat-vomit, cheesy, scab-picked, pimple-squeezing finger bandage. A week old maggot burger with everything on it and flies on the side!
Peter: Substitute chemistry teacher.
Lost Boy: Come on, Rufio, hit him back.
Rufio: Mung tongue.
Peter: Math tutor.
Rufio: Pinhead.
Peter: Prison barber.
Rufio: Mother lover.
Peter: Nearsighted gynecologist.
Rufio: In your face, camel cake!
Peter: In your rear, cow derrière.
Rufio: Lying, crying, spying, prying ultra-pig.
Peter: You lewd, crude, rude, bag of pre-chewed food dude.
Thud Butt: Bangarang, Peter!
Rufio: You... you man! Stupid, stupid man!
Peter: Rufio, if I'm a maggot burger why don't you eat me! You two-toned zebra-headed, slime-coated, pimple-farmin' paramecium brain, munchin' on your own mucus, suffering from Peter Pan envy!
Lost Boy: What's a paramecium brain?
Peter: I'll tell you what a paramecium is! That's the paramecium! It's a one-celled critter with no brain, that can't fly! Don't mess with me man, I'm a lawyer!
Lost Boys: [chanting] Banning, Banning, Banning is bangerang.
Rufio: Rufio! Rufio!
Peter: Oh, Rufio, why don't you just go suck on a dead dog's nose.
Mar 14th
26.life goals (besides the obvious...
PhD in American literature (I want to write the definitive biographies on William Styron and John Cheever)
PhD in Russian history (Stalin's nationality policies before 1930)
Fifty marathons in all fifty states
Write a Great American Novel
Write one of those ridiculous Vogue articles about, for example, my trek across Manhattan to find the perfect cardigan or pedicure, and how it represents the Way We Live Now
Climb the presidential mountain range
Plant, grow, and sustain for more than one season a sizeable vegetable garden
Learn how to operate a lawn mower (again)
Learn how to cook a steak
Learn how to gut a fish
Learn how to test the chlorine in my parents' pool (again)
Learn how to give myself a perfect blow-out
Make so much money from my definitive Styron and Cheever biographies and my novel and their respective screenplays and royalties from their Oscar-winning film adaptations that I don't have to learn how to mow the lawn, cook my own steak, check the chlorine, or blow out my own hair (but I still want to gut my own fish)
Yacht
Own summer homes in Maine and Virginia with long docks and wide wrap-around porches (and vegetable gardens)
Watch all three Godfathers in one sitting
Understand fully what a hedge fund does
Track down all my favorite lipstick shades that have been discontinued and buy lifetime supplies of each
Underwrite the construction of a new football stadium for my alma mater and name it after something ridiculous, like the hamster I wish I had
Become more realistic, recognize my limitations, and lower my lofty goals
Mar 12th