Let’s just get the weekend street furniture shots out of the way.
This couch is still here! Though it’s lost its cushions, been tipped on its side, and has faded from purple to grey.
Is it Monday already? Crap. At least I have some nice leftovers from the weekend to look forward to! Last night I went all out and tried making some Vietnamese food. I have zero experience in this category but am always up to try something new. Anthony picked me up this book from his last travels in Vietnam and I cracked it open. On the menu: crab and tofu noodle soup.
Which meant, we had to make a trip to Chinatown. Luckily the journey was a good excuse to go to brunch, too. I’m usually not a brunch person at all, but I went twice this weekend! What’s happening to me?!!
I got a whopping bowl of lemon-y yogurt and toppings.
And convinced Anthony to get fried chicken and waffles. Yep, I had grits and fried chicken (twice) this weekend. I am clearly homesick for Tennessee! (it looks like Anthony’s plate has a floating egg on it, but there’s a stack of hashbrowns under it I swear)
Despite the pungent scent, they tasted good in the soup. Success! You can call me mừng Ma-ri-a from now on.
I continued my eastern experiences this weekend with a couple of trips to Buddha B Yoga. The classes have been really good so far! Definitely more challenging than Meridian Yoga. And plus they have nice-smelling incense.
I’m trying to boost my yoga attendance over the next few weeks, to keep my stretching up while I run big time. Eleven weeks until race day, and I’ve got to make sure I take care of the body! Especially the hips and hamstrings. After all, “moderate amounts of yoga, or other means of extended efforts of combined static and dynamic stretching, may create the baseline amount of muscle flexibility and strength needed for high-level running performances,” according to this study.
Now I just need to find the data about fried chicken and running performance.