It's All Goodnow……

Marathon Training – Day 1

I began marathon training tonight.

Houston, we have a problem. 

I ran a casual 3.5 miles and my IT band was having none of it.   This could be bad.  But fuck it.  That is why God made Advil.

Worse comes to worse I get a cortisone shot and bang it out.  I know I can run the distance, it is a matter of my body keeping up.

I held off running as long as I could, but I had to start training.  So we’ll just have to see how this goes….

Need to buy a new pair of sneakers.  Maybe really heavy high tops so I will look cool when I run.


I have a new nickname: Thunderbike. 

Thanks Rob.


A text conversation I had tonight:

MB: Game winning hit in the bottom of the last with two out.  I did something right this weekend

AG: It is called Andrew Goodnow syndrome.  People get it when they hang out with me.  It makes them awesome.

MB: You should bottle that shit up.  Sell it on the streets

I just might……..


I made mac and cheese tonight.  It was given to me by people on the streets.  Not bad.


The letter to 18 year old Andrew works really well into one of the books I’m writing.  I might use it as the intro.


If anyone in NYC has a copy of Catcher in the Rye I would like to borrow it.



No more drinking after September 19th. Going dry again.  Lord have mercy on my soul.


I enjoy walking home from work in the evening.  It is pleasant once I get out of the hustle of midtown. 

One of the true pleasures of living in Manhattan.


I feel better after running tonight.

Wet and cold

I’m going to start today by announcing that I’m both wet and cold.  A $5 umbrella would have been nice between 1st Ave. and Lexington.   

By Friday I’m going to be sick.   Bed ridden.


I met a comedian last night.  She made fun of me.  

I’m going to a show of hers so that I can heckle her.

I’m not kidding.


I bought new glasses last night.   The old ones were mangled.

They are grey rimmed Ray Ban’s.   As my grandfather would say, “They look sharp”

I picked grey because they will blend well with the new crop of grey hair that is coming in. 


I was speaking with a friend last night and she asked me about the whole Australia thing.  I explained it and then she asked me about where I live.  She has never seen my apartment so all she has to go on is my description. 

She pointed out that I might be happier if I actually “moved in”.  I treat my apartment like I know I’m going to move.

This got me thinking.

Look at how many places I have lived:

Portland, ME (2 apartments that I remember) – 6 years

Boston, MA (2 apartments)- 4 years

Beverly, MA – 2 miserable years

Pleasanton, CA – 2 years

Wilton, CT – a month

Trumbull, CT – 3 1/2 years

Newark, DE (2 dorms, 2 houses) – 4 1/2 years

Philadelphia, PA – 2 years

Pottstown, PA – 3 months

Port Chester, NY – 1 month

New York, NY – 2 1/2 years

Am I conditioned to not stay in one place for too long? Am I conditioned not to commit to places? The more I think about this the scarier it is. 

So I move to Australia for a  few months………then what?

Chicago, LA, San Fran, Paris, Denver, London, Atlanta????

What the hell, let’s just move every 2 years for the rest of my life.  Why settle down somewhere and be happy?  That would make far too much sense.


I have been eating too much pizza.


I wrote something about the Muslim community center that is being built………and then I deleted it.  Probably for the best.


I sat down and wrote out the last bits of the “Best Man” speech last night.  I’m not feeling like much of a best man these days, but I can certainly give a speech.

All I’m asking is that if I go off on a tangent about love not existing I want one of the Rob’s (two of my best friends from high school are named Rob.  Both of them are big guys.  One of them is Hulk big.  The other likes Soft Serve ice cream)  to come up and grab the microphone from me Vince Vaughn style………

“What my friend Andrew is trying to say,  is that love is blind………..”