Staying Busy

Delphi, marathons, street artists, super moons, and Obama. So much has happened in the last week that it is almost hard to recount it all in detail. There are so many activities on the horizon too that every day has to be taken in stride. I’ll save you from too many words and let pictures talk for the experiences they depict, but know that there is a story behind every picture. There always is.

First off, Delphi. Beautiful mountains, incredible archaeological sites; lots of history. I watched the sunset alone and had to take a picture of myself taking a picture because my phone didn’t have anymore storage. It was great.

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The marathon. I decided to run the Athens marathon two weeks before race day. The funny thing is, I didn’t even sign up; my editor and head of interns at Insider bought my ticket. Up to three days before the marathon, it was unclear whether or not I would run because the marathon committee had misplaced my registration. I was thankful not to run, but when they found my papers, I began to train. And by training I mean not training. I figured the best thing I could do for my body was eat carbs, so I indulged. Come race day, I had energy stored everywhere in my body. Disclaimer: No gross energy goo was used in the running of my marathon.

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Looking back at my marathon experience, I set myself up for big-time failure from the get go: I signed up two weeks in advance, I didn’t train at all, I wore a cotton t-shirt on race day, and chose to run in flat weight-lifting/training shoes. Despite the odds, I finished. For my first marathon, I clocked in at a substantial 5hrs and 31mins. I can do a lot of things in that amount of time, but I never expected to run that far. I may or may not have patted myself on the back once.

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The way I ran my marathon can be understood with a simple metaphor. Consider this: you are using your favorite stick of deodorant. You like this deodorant, so you are careful to apply frequently and thickly. One day, you notice your deodorant is pretty light, even top heavy, but you certainly have enough for at least one more week use. You go to apply. Everything is going smoothly and then all the sudden a large amorphous white chunk of your D.O. ends up on the ground/in your sink/carpet. You pick up the piece, saddened by wasting such a fragrant-heavy commodity. Obviously, you have to throw away the soiled piece, but you can’t help fantasizing about how many more uses you could have gotten out of it. The drama continues. At this point, you can’t stand the idea of throwing away the other half of your deodorant, remember it’s your favorite deodorant, so you decide to use it for just a few more days. Upon application, the deodorant clumps and violently moves back and forth through the space its other half used to occupy. Soon enough you finish the deodorant and feel enough peace to throw the stick away. Can you call this a success? Yes and no. But did you use everything you had until nothing was left? Yes. This was my marathon.

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Street artists. This week I met a street artist named Cacao. Cacao sometimes does graffiti, which he considers vandalism, but works full time as a commissioned street artist and street art gallery curator. I wrote a paper on Cacao about his seemingly conflicting conceptions of vandalism and street art. I wish I could show you a picture of Cacao’s face, but nobody posts pictures of Cacao’s face. Not even Cacao.

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Super moons. I walked 45 minutes on bruised feet (courtesy of the marathon) to a rooftop in Monastiraki, Greece only to find the moon rising through industrial buildings. I thought it was going to rise over the Acropolis. Not quite.

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Obama. Not much to say here except that I almost got a press ticket for Obama’s speech. The speech was well delivered and definitely had some passive-aggressive Trump lingo thrown in, but all I could think about was taking pictures of the president in my Sunday best. Next time.

This month is crazy; forgive me for not posting as frequently as before. I have found that when duty calls, the blog gets put in the backseat. It won’t stay back there for too long, don’t worry.

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