Boston’s Best South Indian Restaurant

So, Friday I went in for my verification blood test, as planned. I guess I’ll find out this week some time whether I really do have a gluten allergy or not. While I’m all for being the rare exception, this time it just doesn’t appeal to me. I’d rather be below the radar when it comes to medical things.

Aimee and I also did our third day of jogging week 2 on Friday evening. I got home early in the afternoon (right after my blood test), so we got to go while the sun was still up. It was, however, a little cold. Speaking of the cold: ever since it got cold around here, it seems my knees are acting up somewhat. The tendon or something below my knee cap on both legs (and both sides of each) hurt a bit when I bend my knees, etc. I’ve been applying Tiger Balm every night to my knees and to my achilles’ tendons. It has mainly helped, but my right knee (which I injured about 10 years ago on the b-ball court) still aches a bit on one side.

So anyway, long story short: the run was very good for my spirit, but a bit painful on my lower legs. In many ways, it was the easiest day, but in other ways, it was really really hard. On week 2 runs, you basically do 6 jogging stints of 90 seconds each (with 2 minute walks in between). The first and last 2 jogs were painful, but the three in the middle were like gold. Towards the last few, though, I had to run on the grass rather than the concrete sidewalk, for a bit more comfort.

Yesterday, most of the Boston conspiracy met up for lunch/brunch in Brookline. I did not make it, because my wife and I do the Indian food thing on the weekends. We did not go on Saturday, because the weather was a prohibitively unfriendly. It was basically the perfect day to stay in and drink soup, which we didn’t. We instead had vegetarian chilli, and we had to make a quick run to the grocery store for some ingredients.

Thus, on Sunday we met up with SpanKY and his girlfriend at Boston’s best South Indian Restaurant. Actually, I daresay Chennai Woodlands is simply the best Indian restaurant in the greater Boston area. I grant you, they’re not actually in Boston. In fact, from our house, it takes 45 minutes to get there, with about 75% of that time spent on the freeway travelling at high speed. And it’s always completely worth the journey. The thing is, I don’t like to pimp places, (I like my secrets!) but that’s honest to goodness the best Indian food you’ll find for miles around (barring people’s own home cooking).

They’ve always been friendly, but now it’s gotten to the stage that they know what drinks we want, and what kinds of dosai we want. Maybe that’s sad. And if it is, I’m happily sad.

Anyway, we wound up talking and chatting till the wee hours of the afternoon, so by the time we got back home, the sun had set and the wind had picked up. We decided to demote Sunday from being Day 1 of Jogging Week 3. Monday (tonight) has been promoted to that title, in its stead. I have to say, the whole daylight savings thing helped in screwing that up. Now, every day for the rest of the season, I’ll arrive home after dark, which sucks.