Some like it Hot, Some like it Cold (DCA)

Not porridge. And never in the pot, nine days old. This mind-f of a fall or winter we’re having.

It got colder. And then it got warmer. And then it was warm and rainy. And then it got warmer. And now it’s getting colder? Is it annoying to get your gloves out and then put them away? Splurge on some new winter running tights and then get forced back into your shorts? Maybe it’s the best for you, the delay of winter, and you don’t even want to think about tights and mittens and hats and buffs. Of fuck it, it’s kind of cold you look hot in hot pink, you’re wearing them anyway. read more

Twos Tonight & Jailbreak Sunday (DCA)

Not THIS sunday. Pls read on.

SUP JAILBIRDS!

SUNDAY afternoon (time tbd, but plan on mid-afternoon until evening to late evening) #NP_DC along with all twenty-five of our bro and sis tribes across the country and in the country above us will be PARTYcipating in BETTER THAN BED TIME. What could possibly be better than my bed time you ask. CHECK IT OUT. THESE ARE THE DEETS from the mouth of BG, one half of the cofoundation corporation of the OG NP, himself. read more

Civily, Positively, LOL-ly LEMBO (DCA)

FRIDAY at 6:28AM your ass should be HERE. You hand it to us, and we’ll hand it back to you. SOUNDS LIKE FUN. That’s all I’ve got, so WILD LOVE and now…

…without further ado, because our boat wouldn’t swim straight without him, ladies and gentlemen, Mike Lembo:

Like so many others, I used to make the typical excuses. I watched my wife run half marathons every year and told myself that I could never run that kind of distance because I have bad knees. I watched people complete them using walking sticks to compensate for debilitating illnesses. I watched people of all ages and fitness levels getting out there and DOING IT. People who without a doubt had excuses, but that didn’t stop them. I watched them all cross the finish line and continued to stick to my excuses. read more

You DID SOMETHING Today (DCA)

Raise your hand if you went home to a quiet house. Raise your hand if you went home and tip-toed around the kitchen making a warm cup of coffee and then climbed back into bed. How about if you live in a NP house and just made all the noise you wanted because, it was 46 degrees, endorphins were high and you needed to warm the F up. MAJOR PROPS if this is a normal day for you, and you went home and showered, laced up your tie (that’s how that works, right?), and grabbed your pb toast on your way out the door to work. BUT ALSO MAJOR PROPS to YOU, if this is a day that you could’ve slept in. If this was a day that you could’ve taken a couple extra hours and just snoozed away in that warm bed of yours and, instead, you got up, laced up, and ran up. read more

Hurricanes Come and Go (DCA)

BUT NOVEMBER PROJECT IS FOREVER.

Turns out #Joaquin might not even come to DC. And Hurricanes are unpredictable like that. Some of #Joaquin is much more predictable. DC will have no gallons of water left on it’s stores shelves by the end of the day. Scratch that. DC will have no gallons of water left on it’s stores shelves by 4pm today, because it’s Friday and it’s bad weather and EVERY ONE LEAVE WORK NOW. Did you want to enjoy your first weekend of October with Oktoberfest? Cancelled. Were you planning to go to the Smithsonian Autumn festival? Not this weekend. Watch the Redskins play? Look out for their contingency plan. read more

Papal Excuses (DCA)

OMG (well that’s hardly appropriate) guys, I JUST NOW got home from workout. #Papaltraffic, ya know? I’m not telling the truth, or the whole truth, pretty much telling nothing but the truth. But sometimes your day just gets away from you…

A part of our day that didn’t get away from us, though, is definitely worth celebrating. It might seem small to some people, but man, if those stairs had been closed (and the backup plan hadn’t worked out) and we didn’t get to work out, I would have been majorly, seriously bummed and completely unready to start my day. It rocks that the Pope’s visit didn’t take that away from us. It may have tested our ability to wake up in the fourth hour, work our way around metal detectors, and workout with fewer than 300 of our closest friends, but we got it done. Despite the DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE YOUR HOUSE @ POPE DC DOT GOV warnings, you came and conquered and you’re better for it. Small obstacles, small potatoes. read more

Plane, Train, Automobile, YOUR STEMS (DCA)

Some of you know that I recently bought myself a bike. Some of you know that when you asked me what kind of bike I’d finally bought I said, “a fuchsia one.” Some of you know that after and under-whelming response to my idea of naming a new Monday hill workout Rory Gilmore, I named my bike Rory Gilmore. Some of you are wondering what the point of this blog is. read more

The #Traverbal (DCA.. by way of NYC)

I didn’t have stairs for breakfast this morning. I didn’t get to wake up Abe this morning. I didn’t see the smiling faces that I am so used to cheesing with (or just at) at 5:29am. And part of me can’t miss a DC workout without majorly missing my tribe, wondering everything about the morning. Were their newbies? Did I miss a birthday? Who, out of nowhere, really fucking turned it on and sprinted all out? Cause I LOVE that. What are the newbies names? How loud is Brendan yelling? read more

Tennis RULES (DCA)

This morning I googled, “rules of tennis,” then “rules of us open.” Click on this.

Did you click it? Did you scroll to the bottom there? If you’re reading this you didn’t. Because it takes like eight minutes just to scroll to the bottom. I get it though, these are the U.S. OPEN RULES. Cause that’s big and important and open and historical and career changing and what not. OH THOSE ARE THE RULES FOR THE SPECTATORS. Awesome. Tennis makes sense to me now. SERVE, BOOM, POINT, SPIKE, MATCH, SET, POINT, GAME. read more