Hai, Tumblr. It’s been a while. Just hangin with Vincent.
It’s late, on a long Monday.
I’m about to go for a workout, because Tumblr inspired me. Y’all are awesome.
Long ago, when I worked for the student newspaper, I had the opportunity to take photos for a few of my stories. I had no actual clue what I was doing. Mostly, I’d just throw the camera on Auto, and shot my subject until I got a passable photo.
I’ve been kicking around the idea of taking it up as a hobby since about December. So, when my very good friend and roommate asked me to take photos of his proposal, I decided it was time to make the jump. I picked up a Nikon D3200 (which I’m learning how to use via YouTube tutorials!) and headed out to Chapel Hill.
A popular legend is that if a couple kisses on the bench under the Davie Poplar, they’ll marry and live happily ever after. So, the plan was for them to go on a walk around campus, and to conveniently find their way to the bench.
Meanwhile, I was dressed in a Carolina blue hoodie, took photos, and tried to fit in. The weather was perfect, and there were plenty of people wandering around.
I’m happy with how things turned out for my first attempt, and excited to get better. Here’s how it went down:
My writing has become a little spotty lately, because I’ve been somewhat busy with real life, in the best possible way. Work is good, workouts are good, and the weather is good. A banner few weeks!
I’ve stepped up my workouts to interval runs and lifting 4 or 5 times a week, and I’m seeing great results on both sides.
I’ve also been completely free of alcohol for 20 days now, which feels wonderful. I will break that streak tomorrow, as we’re competing in the Charlotte Amazing Race for the fourth year in a row. It’s a wonderful cause, and most of all, it’s time to win this thing again. We were able to take it the first year, but have finished in second place the past two outings. That changes tomorrow.
I haven’t been writing because things have been going too well, I guess.
Anyway, we’re under a quarter of a year until my fitness goal in July. It’s time to get serious and finish this thing off the right way. My diet has been excellent, and I’m seeing lots of progress in the gym.
Yet, I still follow up a strong workout by pouring alcohol calories and bad decisions directly into my body.
With that said, I’m giving up booze (minus the annual charity race, that requires drinking, that I’ve already signed up for on April 6) until Memorial Day Weekend. 67 days from now, minus one.
Can I do it? I’d like to think that I’ve finally built up the level of self-discipline necessary.
If not, my Facebook friends who like the status that I’ve posted this to are entitled to collect a $10 Amazon gift certificate, emailed directly to you, by me.
I find birthdays to be a strange event. Essentially, you’re being congratulated for not dying. Given my decision making in year 26, I significantly increased my chances of making it to this wonderful day.
As I am like to do, this is a good chance to reflect on the year that was, in photos.
It’s easy to forget just how much fun you had without taking the time to write it out. Going down this list — there are a lot of verbs. Maybe I did too much. Either way, 26 was a blast and a wonderful year of growth. I don’t know where I’d be without you all as accomplice to my shenanigans.
We’re looking to have a less verb-filled 27, because dammit, I’m tired.
STARTED with a day of beer and wings for the ACC Tournament, though the games didn’t quite go as planned.