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THURSDAY
• Black, Yerba mate, cayenne, cardamom, watermelon, lime. Washed down an Om Immune Defense. Added a half a tab of Nuun. > @ommushrooms
FRIDAY
• Punching bag, 20 minutes, 88 calories, two random YouTube videos.
SATURDAY
• Brewed a huge pot of tea: green, black, mate.
• 1.64 mile run. 1 Million Miles for Justice. 18.47 miles out of 25.
SUNDAY
• Listened and meditated to Spotify's Daily Wellness on my bus ride to work.
• Did 10 minutes of tai chi just prior to my shift.
MONDAY
• 7:20am = Meditation, light, hydration, shroom.
• 5 mile run. 1 hour, 31 minutes. Completing the Civil Rights Race Series, 1 Million Miles for Justice.
SELF! SWEAT AND BREATH REMINDERS
This is my sixth summer of being a New York runner.
Look at me. I wrote that poem just for you.
I have been running with my mask on. I live in a pretty busy neighborhood. If I accidentally got someone sick, without even knowing I had a virus, I just wouldn't be able to live with myself. I'm a pre-menopausal woman, who runs through very hot Brooklyn summers. How would I know if I had a fever, or if I'm just schvitzing because Mother Nature is playing hockey with my hormones, dropped gloves fighting? I'm celebrating YOU helmet-less Bobby (23) Nystrom.
Now, if I find myself running a patch, where there are oddly no people around, yes, I will pull my mask down. But typically, I forget that I'm even wearing it.
So the true note to myself (self!), is that if I want to get my miles and breaths in between now and September, the best time to run is early in the morning. Hardly anyone in my neighborhood is awake at sunrise, much less out on the street. Ordinarily the evening is a good time to run as well, however, it has been customary for average idiots in New York to shoot off fireworks after sundown...every single night.
Of course as I waited for a 6:30 bus this morning, a drunk guy at my stop kept asking me over and over again if I am: Irish, a counselor, heading downtown. We were getting on one of the first stops on the bus line. We're all going downtown. If we weren't, we would fall into the water.
Finally I just looked at him and told him to put on his mask. He did, and pestered somebody else after we boarded the bus, our entire ride.
VEGAN AMAZINGNESS ALERTS
• Perhaps lost in Yonkers baby. But actually found right here in Brooklyn. Vegan Birthday Cake Blondie. > @greystonbakery
• Happy 14th Birthday to Upton's Natural's. And thank you for some of the greatest seitan products ever. It's lovely to see how their variety has grown. > @uptonsnaturals
• Industry City, Brooklyn, New York 11232. Sahadi's: vegan spinach pie dipped in their house made baba ganougsh. > @indstrycity > @sahadis
• Zucchini are in prime season. Yum!
THOUGHTS ON MARKETS
Yes, Industry City has become one of my favorite spots in Brooklyn. I have revisited twice since the tension on the quarantine curtain has lifted. As we wandered through today, I explained to one of my favorite co-workers that this is what happens when you make stuff here at home, in our City. An entire abandoned warehouse district has been built, literally from the ground up, and now the area is thriving. As we explored Japan Village, and Mediterranean importer Sahad's, I realized that if you want good, real food, then you need to go to the source. The concept of "convenience shopping" is hackneyed, and is no longer sustainable, at least not in an urban setting. Let's take a page from Gotham Greens and grow significantly more from our rooftops. If I want specialty items, then I should go to specialized markets. Keeping too many choices under one roof has taken up to a horrible place. I prefer to eat to live.
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Karen Lichtman
Plant based. Runner. Young widow.
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