Full Metal Lunchbox

 
I just realized that it's been a while since I last posted to my blog.  So here's an update.


It's been a little more than a week since I moved to Argyle Street.  The apartment is smaller than the one I wanted, but the rent is cheper and it's still a terrific building.

And what a location!  From the aroma of phở that hits you when you get off the train to the extreme friendliness of the locals, I just can't say enough good things about my neighborhood.  But I'll give it a try:

• Thai grocery store
  
• Vietnamese sandwiches and other yummies from Ba Le Sandwich Shop
  
• 1 block to Red Line
  
• 2-4 blocks to over a dozen fun bars
  
• also nearby: Jewish deli, Lebanese grocery, tapas bar
  
• convenient to Lakefront Path, so I don't have an excuse anymroe to skip runs
  
• Annoyance Theatre and (for what it's worth) Too Much Light Makes the Baby Stand in Line
  
• Everyone loves dogs!
  
• And, yeah, I guess I have to mention the Hopleaf, the bar I love to hate to love
  
• Did I mention phở?

My apartment is still a mess as I struggle to unpack into a very small space, but I'm making progress.  Just yesterday I went out and purchased various glassware for my wine bar.  By tonight I hope to setup my TV/stereo and put my computer together (assuming my new desk and monitor arrive).

Sadie is adjusting well to the new routine and seems to like the new apartment.  She get a little lonely when I'm gone so I try to make it up to her with extra attention when I get home from work.  We take long walks together 4 times a day, and she already has her favorite places to sniff and pee.  Unlike in South Shore, no one around here is afraid of pugs.

Getting settled in has helped me restart my marathon training.  Last Thursday I hit the road hard with 6 miles.  Saturday I pulled off 10 miles, though my unprepared knees still feel a bit like jelly.  Last night Jay and I did a 3 mile recovery run.  Then we did beer intervals.

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I'm having trouble wrapping up this blog post because I keep getting interrupted by work.  How dare these people actually expect me to be productive.  On a Monday morning.  I don't think so.