A Fantastic Week

So last Thursday I went on a date with this guy I met on Tinder. I'm terrible at dating because if given too much time (aka any more than 20 minutes from the start of the date), I start coming up with excuses not to go. It was raining, and I was tired from work, and I was hungry and we were supposed to have drinks and then I was trying to eat while simultaneously putting on makeup, and I was totally going to bail. I am so incredibly happy that I did not. We had the best time. And one week later, we've had six dates.

Sunday Funday: AMDAP and Some Soul

Today was a jam packed Sunday Funday. I woke up at 7 AM to bright sunlight and was confused as to why my body felt like I had just run a marathon. Then I remembered that I had competed in the Frostbite 2014 the day before and decided to go to the grocery store because I had an overwhelming need to drink Paul Newman's Own. I ate white rice with Kerrygold butter, which is almost as blasphemous as eating in on toast, and I washed it down with half and half (lemonade/iced tea not cream/milk) in my bed. I didn't have anymore Young and the Restless episodes to watch so I was a little sad.

I got myself dressed and headed on over to Brick New York for CrossFit speed dating otherwise known as As Many Dates As Possible (AMDAP). There was a great turn out and we had a 48 minute WOD. We spent 45 seconds doing an exercise and then moved on to the next guy to perform the next exercise. We had air squats, synchronized lunges, wallball tosses, partner sit-ups with the med ball, KB swings, and junkyard dogs. There were some cute guys but I was just excited to spend time with my new best friend Janice, who goes to Dynamix and judged at Frostbite. Speaking of judges at Frostbite, I may or may not have been hitting on one at Frostbite and I was pretty happy to see him at AMDAP. I made sure he got my number before moving on down the line.

This was awesome Heidi. Thank you for hosting it!

Balls Are Their Business

So last night I played ping pong at SPiN with my date from Friday. To my surprise, making him aware that I am bat shit crazy was not a complete deal breaker. I think I also impressed him with my secret sick ping pong skills.

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I can't remember the last time I played ping pong and God knows us lady folks were not allowed to touch a paddle in college. Turns out I have pretty decent hand-eye coordination except for a massive blind spot if the  ball comes straight to the right of my elbow. And I maintained my hand-eye coordination through two glasses of Dewars.

I had a really great time and I've wanted to go to SPiN since I moved to Manhattan in 2008. Yes. It's been that long and I never bothered to actually go. I do nothing here which has recently begun to make me a little sad and I'm making more of an effort to experience the city a bajillion people love so much that they come here for vacation. Why people want to spend their time off with crowds, concrete, and the smell of homeless people pee is beyond me, but whatever.

We didn't eat at SPiN last night but their menu is below. I've heard it's pretty good.

SPiN New York is located at 48 East 23rd Street, right near Time Warner Cable and a quick walk over from the Shake Shack in Madison Square Park.