While in New Jersey over the weekend, I ran a 5K. (I’m #225, which — oddly enough — is the number of the house I grew up in.) Here’s what I looked like before running it:
The upside: this was my first time running as part of a larger group, and I didn’t panic/lose my pace/etc. The downside: somewhere along the way, I seem to have stepped on a lumpy section of road and bruised the underside of my foot, which has prompted some fairly amusing-to-the-eye hobbling in the last 36-odd hours. (Thankfully, this has begun to subside.) On to the next one, wherever that might be…
I visited my hometown for a couple of days around Thanksgiving. For the better part of the year, I’ve wanted to return to nearby Red Bank, to revisit some old haunts and explore some places that have opened more recently.
This essay is the result, and it’s up at Vol.1.
Now playing: The Gaslight Anthem‘s The ’59 Sound. This is excellent so far — knowing nostalgia in the lyrics and unrelenting rock on the musical side. Last year’s Sink or Swim sounded a bit like New Jersey’s answer to Lucero; this one shows them having found their own (’59?) sound and, hey, Springsteen nod right there. Nice.
See also: 17 Dots; Attackerman (who also points out the crucial Benny Horowitz factor).