meet chris
As you can see, Alex is quite pompous in referring to himself in the 3rd person, so I’ll just say it once – I’m Chris Hong – and then refer to myself as I, me. So, I’m a freshman at Harvard as well, and I have the fortunate luck of living with Alex and of having gone to high school with Christian. I’m from Lutherville, MD, home of 70 degree weather and nice country roads. So coming to Boston was a bit of a shock I’d have to say. I’ve gotten used to riding in sub 20 degree weather and hearing my bike clunk every time I go over one of those lovely crater-sized potholes around here. Other than that, Boston’s been pretty good to me, and the discovery of BGood definitely makes things a lot better. I swear I could eat a “Venetian Veggie burger with fries and a drink” everyday for the rest of my life.
So again, I live with Alex Meyer. “The Pain Train?” I’ve never heard of that before, so I think he’s just trying to make himself look good or something. Alex has no girlfriends either so don’t be mistaken. Yes, he does sleepwalk and he snores as well…in fact, he’s grown numb to my throwing socks at him and my cell phone rings to wake him up in the middle of the night. So, now I have to get up and walk over to him to give him a good slap on the face to wake him up. But it’s all good…I just regret that he’s going to be living so far from me next year (he’s in the quad)…sucks for him, Bgood is over a mile away.
Nobody likes Christian…I swear to god, it was that way in high school, and I think it’s that way for the most part here too. Of course, if he weren’t so antagonistic and polarizing though, he wouldn’t be that fun…but still, heck I think he’s made more enemies than friends, and that’s saying something. Christian loves food. He also loves his abs and he loves it when people touch (or occasionally punch) his abs. He loves his biceps and he loves it when people touch (or occasionally squeeze) his biceps, too. We all find this a bit odd, but we’ve grown used to it by now, so we don’t notice…although it’s safe to say that if you ever meet the three of us, you’ll weed out Christian immediately. Just look for the crazy appearance and in your face attitude.
I’ve been training through the cold all winter long and finally it’s starting to pay off. I’m in racing season right now with the Harvard team and we’ve been traveling every weekend to various places competing in road races, criteriums, and time trials. Okay, you’re probably like, what, a road race? And a criteria…a what? Road races are longer, hillier races and criteriums are shorter, flatter races…that’s the real watered down version. A time trial is you against the clock, all out. And when I say race, I mean race…not like who goes the furthest in a specified amount of time but who’s across the line first. I’ve lost count of how many people ask me when I tell them I race bikes, “what’s the furthest you’ve ridden?” That’s like asking a runner what’s the longest he’s run instead of what his PR is. But, yea, I realize cycling is an obscure sport. After all, we’re wear spandex and race on these bikes with really skinny tires. But hey, it floats my boat.
I’m pumped for the triathlon in Ithaca…I’m racing the bike leg, obviously…40km. I’m hoping Ithaca is as nice as Alex hypes it up to be, so I can enjoy some beautiful scenery while I tear people’s legs off on my ride. Till next time…
