this was honestly a really hard run but my knee held up and i didnt stop for 20 minutes straight again!!
running with med-withdrawal brain zaps/parasthesia is... an experience! like running through a series of invisible barbed wire fences while covered in spiders
just a lovely soupçon of extra sensation to the joys of being a beginner runner in 81% humidity
several people have told me that they started this app/a couch to 5k bc i keep posting about it, and i want you to know that my dad yelled "talia lavin, fitness influencer!" and started laughing really hard, which is entirely fair
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its 2:44am and im sad again. and i cant write. this is a struggle posts account until further notice
being sad for weeks at a time without interruption is a real bummer
not even the cool russian toska kind of sad just a grimy self-enveloped pustulent disappointed kind of sad. like a piece of asphalt that smells like piss, not a desolate garden in shambles or etc
"In one recent Zoom call, writers even complained to Mr. Remnick of their fears of being bullied on Twitter if they diverge from union talking points." god i am so glad i left that place in the end - where you can get a pulitzer but not health insurance nytimes.com/2021/06/13/bus…
all power to the @newyorkerunion for working to change the magazine from a place that chews people up and spits them out for chump change and calls it collegiality
i will always remember david remnick laughing about the unionization during my exit interview and explaining that we simply didnt understand how generous condé nast was to the magazine
some dickhead tried to get me to be nicer to people in the most condescending way imaginable but in the process called me a vicious "twenty-something" which is such a compliment 💖 thanks to that asswad