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hand-crafted coffee + hauling in miles + hot chicken takeover

It’s Monday, and I hope you’re sitting down because I am about to change your life. Finding the motivation to become a functioning human and brave to the light of day is never easy at the start of the week, but here’s my secret.

My method for overcoming the Monday mentality is unorthodox to say the least, but it has yet to produce anything short of success. Are you ready?

I imagine how Drake begins his Monday, channel my inner hustling virtuoso and watch my start of the week ambition go from zero to rap mogul in nothing flat.

For an abundance of clear and obvious reasons, Drake and I have a lot in common. But our most important shared quality?

“My only wish is I die real” — that, right there. Me too, Drake, me too.

Because honestly, life is entirely too short for fake anything. And I think even Drake would agree, that particularly fake coffee, cheated workouts, and inauthentic fried chicken represent fraudulence to the highest degree.

And this so week I experienced the reverse of these phony sins with some bonafide realness in the form of handcrafted artisan local coffee + self liable miles + the greatest hot chicken north of the Mason Dixon.

HOW I SWEAT:

For the past few weeks, running has taken a backseat. I am working through an injury and have been breaking a sweat in other ways to compensate. But a week of rest (and runners everywhere can agree) rendered me itching to take shoe to pavement once again. And last week + this weekend I made up for my lost week and more with four runs + 17 miles — each different and unique.

Three outdoor runs:

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And one KILLER treadmill set:

  • 0-5 min @ 4 mph + 7.5%
  • 5-6 min @ 6 mph + 1%
  • 6-7 min @ 7 mph + 1%
  • 7-8 min @ 8 mph + 1%
  • 8-9 min @ 9 mph + 1%
  • 9-10 min @ 4 mph + 1%
  • 10-11 min @ 9.5 mph + 1%
  • 11-12 min @ 4 mph + 1%
  • 12-13 min @ 10 mph + 1%
  • 13-15 min @ 6.5 mph + 1%
  • 15-16 min @ 7 mph + 1%
  • 16-17 min @ 8 mph + 1%
  • 17-18 min @ 9 mph + 1%
  • 18-19 min @ 4 mph + 1%
  • 19-20 min @ 9.5 mph + 1%
  • 20-21 min @ 10 mph + 1%
  • 21-25 min @ 4 mph + 1%

I have never been an athlete in the sense of participating in team sports — evidence to support why I think I love running so much. I’ve never had that competitive spirit unless I am in opposition against myself.

Running is entirely you vs. you — pure and honest self accountability. And I’d absolutely be lying if I said I didn’t want to quit during each of these runs, but again, one question got me through.

What would Drake do? Drake never quits, that’s for sure.

Just hold on, we’re going home.

WHAT I ATE:

Continuing on the “realness” train, the tracks guided me straight to one of the most memorable and life changing meals I’ve ever had.

This weekend, I had the absolute pleasure of meeting Joe DeLoss, owner of Hot Chicken Takeover in Columbus. And he and his team hooked me up to Hot Chicken heaven with a fried and spicy spread fit for a king, or a 5 foot girl.

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Let me be clear. This is not your run of the mill, fast food fried chicken. HCT chicken is brined for 15 hours, double deep fried, and dry rubbed with a spicy cayenne paste — a culminating procedure that breathes life to this amazingly hot cuisine.

The four item menu emphasizes quality over quantity. Choose your meat. Choose your heat: cold, hot, warm, or holy — with less than 5% of patrons going Holy, I knew what I had to do.

Challenge accepted. As a proper journalist, how could I possibly review and inform the public of this chicken eatery without properly experiencing each flavor for myself?

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Each flavor was just as he described. Perfectly juicy on the inside and delightfully smokey and crispy on the outside — I never envisioned myself speaking so poetically about fried chicken, but the culmination of fresh ingredients and careful production render this chicken a positively epic review.

And as confident as I am that I could’ve easily devoured this fried chicken feast solo, rest assured I had help. Because when a hangover knocks a college kid down, three kinds of hot chicken will undoubtedly be there to pick you up.

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After such an incredible culinary Saturday, I wasn’t sure Sunday could live up.

But when I have hours + hours of writing to do and an entire Sunday to do it, only one thing can get me through — the highest quality artisan coffee west of Brooklyn.

Described as an “avalanche of bizarre + beauty”, Mission Coffee Co. in the Short North of Columbus absolutely was my saving grace.

These guys know their coffee, and I am forever grateful.

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Here’s hoping heaven is an eternity of Sundays.

As much as I’d love to wrap up with the Drake metephor, I’m going to leave this one open-ended and allow you to form your own conclusions. Mainly because I’m scheduled to ignore homework with Cabernet and a Walking Dead marathon.

Happy Monday, kids.

Run far, eat well, drink better.

xo Mol

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About Molly Tavoletti

Stay hungry, stay foolish I NY, NY

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