I am not a foodie. I crave carbs after intense runs and I love eating home cooked food. But I wouldn’t describe myself as being knowledgeable about food or the kind of person who thinks about the next meal.
But I love restaurants. I love to observe and participate in the ambience, interiors and energies of these gathering places.
Because of the aforementioned reasons, of going out with friends and family to new places, and because I love good writing (who doesn’t) I thoroughly enjoy Pete Wells who is retiring as the New York Times food critic.
He has long been one of my favourite writers in the Times. I have so very much enjoyed his reviews and seeing the photos of foods I may or may not try – photos of restaurants – most restaurants that I couldn’t visit even if I wanted to – because I don’t live in New York and even if I did – this task is for the critic or foodie.
But I lived vicariously through his writing many a time, seeing the buzz of a restaurant in the photos made me pinch and zoom in, seeing happy. laughing faces wearing fashionable clothes at a crowded bar or a dimly lit, white tablecloth restaurant that made me think of Gatsby-esque possibilities or secret deals. A Pete Wells era at the Times always had me look forward to his writing and fairyland journeys in my head. I can’t wait for his next project.
On to the running report: Still sneezing and coughing, I made my way to the driveway with as much determination as I could muster. The young boy joined me soon after. I was ever grateful for his company as I could very much feel the effects of the flu. I believe I may have written after effects yesterday but these seem to be in the present. I was woozy, tired and at some point I thought I might fall. Imbalance in the ears. Haha.
We started the game of naming at least three countries with each alphabet that kept me distracted and going. When he stopped, I decided to carry on. I needed a good run under the belt after these missed days.
So run I did, simply head down and kept it going. Finally done and spent, I found I had a bit of engine in me to hit the bars for a quick workout to round up the Sunday morning session.
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