What are you doing? Where are you going? What have you done?

I find that I occasionally lose touch with what makes me, ‘me.’

I grew up an artist. I went to art school. I painted, drew, sculpted, and hung out with people who on the outside might seem odd but inside were secretly creative geniuses. It was not until later in life I discovered athletics.

Sometimes, as we drift through life, we forget or lose touch with those things that fill us up with the good stuff.

Something I miss is gallery hopping. For those of you living in NYC that have not gallery hopped, you need to do it. Every Thursday night from 6PM to 9PM galleries all over, but more concentrated in Chelsea, have openings. You walk in, grab a free drink (everything from vodka tonic to champagne) and look at art. You finish your drink and continue on to the next gallery. Get it? It’s free booze and art!

Here is my my problem. I belong to a crazy cool running and triathlon team, the Gotham City Runners, who happen to meet at the track on Thursdays from 6:30-8PM, prime gallery time. Quite a dilemma.

Last night we rocked a set of 5, 1,000s. That’s two and a half laps around the track, quite a mindfuck. The first 3 we ran in 3:27, 3:29 and 3:33. After that my pace drifted off to 3:44 and 3:40. We were all sweaty humans with trashed legs. I couldn’t be happier.

As we ran back I received a call from an old friend from art school, Pete (Rock) who was in town! I met him and 2 other friends Dave and Abe in the Chinatown area. They were gallery hopping!

The first spot we hit had some amazing photo transfer style paintings, which I liked as my new body of work is created in a similar process. (A few of my pieces are below.) We then hit up this art meets hip-hop show off of Delancey. Very cool.

Of course no night is complete without tacos. For that we went to the new and popular Tacombi. We had found a discarded Citibike and so Dave used that to ride ahead and get us on the waiting list. While there, another college friend (Delvecs) who was in town popped in to join the party!

The night continued on in proper fashion until we all decided it was getting late. What a night!

Running, art, old friends and tacos? Does it get any better?

Life is too short to lose track of what really makes us happy.