Weekend Edition - Volume 1

I covered about 10 km on Saturday, including my first run in Mexico City. It would have been a longer run that 3.8km, but I got lost and it was still dark at 6 in the morning. My second run early this morning was far more successful. I made it to my intended target of Parque Mexico and completed three laps, before running back home. It's no joke trying to run at this altitude. Back home, I'm used to an average of 200 or so meters, here it's over 2,000 meters in altitude. Hoping to get better acclimatized to it as time goes on.

I walked quite a bit. I walked to drop some shit off (literally), I walked to find my way around this town, I walked to finally get some groceries and I walked back. I'm really beginning to like it here. The area is nice, the wide variety of restaurants and bars seems to be pretty exceptional. The park where I ran is serene. The food so far has been great. Had breakfast at La Chalupita on Saturday and a torta for dinner at El Farolito.

Blurry shot - Mala Relacion (aka, Huevos Divorciados) from Chalupita

Waiting for my order from El Farolito

That Guy Special - aka asshole vegetarian

The one thing that keeps nagging me, the thing that's in the back of my mind is what will come from the lab results. What are they looking for? What happens if they don't like what they see? A part of me almost wants things to go wrong, something to be wrong with me. Maybe that way I'll get to go home. Another part of me will be incredibly annoyed and upset if that does happen. I feel fine. I feel in good health, but you never really know with these things, do you?

At this age, it's difficult to make new friends, especially when you're so out of the loop. I can see my weekends being spent very much the same as this weekend was spent. Waking up early to run, walking around here and there, eating alone and being in bed by 10:30. I guess that's not so bad. It'll keep me out of trouble.

The search for an apartment continues, but it's now past 10:30 and it's time for bed.