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Off to the races…

by Thompson Lange

Cape Town or Bust

I’ve been using the new store as an excuse not to hop out of bed and hit the road for a morning run.  Just too busy, I tell myself.  And that would be fine (and acceptable) as a realistic excuse EXCEPT for the fact that I’m leaving for South Africa tomorrow to do Continent #6’s marathon on July 11th.  It’s gonna hurt, I know.

Because of work and the economy I had to cancel my trip last year (and forfeit the deposit) which meant I had to keep running an extra year to try and get this 7-Continent goal done.  An extra year wouldn’t be a burden for an athlete, I suppose.  But I ain’t no athlete and man, this extra year has wiped me out.

Economically I’m wiped out too and should probably cancel this year’s trip and forfeit this year’s deposits.  But the thought of running 4 days a week, 6 marathons a year for ANOTHER year…sheesh.

At least Im one step closer to ending this obsession and finding another.  And there’s always the “local” carrot to think about as I slog through those upcoming untrained-for 26 miles:

Beer...or should I say "bier?"

Lend me a tenor

by Thompson Lange

Once again, I’ve been asked to make a fool of myself in public (on purpose at least this time…I do it all the time on my own by accident).

And surprise, surprise: I said yes.  Again.

Carmel- Follies PacRep Carmel

Our local Equity-waver playhouse is doing it’s annual fundraiser and I’ve been asked to make a bigger fool of myself than I did last year.  This time even briefly center stage in what they’re calling the Carmel Follies.  Which apparently means I’m in drag when not in a baby bonnet.

triplets

I’m not sure if I’ll be the baby on the left or the right.  Or if the wedding dress or tutu will fit in the other numbers I’ve been asked to do.

While I’m all for community service and involvement, I do have my suspicions about the invitation to participate.  PacRep, the playhouse putting this on, is run by a fellow Carmel High School classmate.  (When he mentioned the coconut bra I’ll be wearing during the “Honeybun” number I began to wonder if he ever actually liked me.)

Tomorrow is the first rehearsal (and I’m missing just about all the rest until the end of July when I get back from the marathon in South Africa.)

So not only am I sacrificing my dignity by being ill-dressed, or rather “opposite dressed” as the now-dethroned Miss California might say, but I’m also going to be “opposite prepared.”

Yikes! Stay tuned.

Whirl Tour

by Thompson Lange

May was mad crazy as y’all know, but it wasn’t all due to the new store.  I had a slew of personal and business trips that I needed to take and I decided to tag them all together and do a round-the-country jaunt to get them all done and save money.

Mad Dash

Note to you fellow cheapskates:  the Multi-City link on Orbitz is a valuable option for making the most of your time and budget travel-wise.  And no they didn’t pay me to say that. [Read more →]