I never claimed to be a normal person. Then again, who wants to be normal? Certainly not me, as normal is boring. Right? Right? I’ll just keep telling myself that. In the meantime I will share some of my most recent (okay, all time) obsessions with you. Feel free to judge me based on them, although I’ll admit that I find them to be quite fabulous.
You may not know this, but I used to eat ice cream on a nightly basis. When I worked evening shift, the first thing I did (after crying myself all the way home) when I got home was scoop myself a bowl of ice cream. This was glorious when a half gallon of ice cream cost $2.50 in Pennsylvania, but in NYC the same half gallon is $7! Holy goodness! I haven’t bought ice cream since I moved here. That being said, self serve froyo isn’t exactly cheap. But it’s fun with so many flavors sooooo I can’t really resist.
Anyway, I bribed myself to run after work on Sunday by promising myself froyo, which worked like a charm. Soooo I stopped by 16 Handles at the end of my run…delicious. Well, 1/4 delicious. I had a few bites of it when I got an invite to a place called…
In December, I stumbled upon a bar in SoHo called Gatsby’s, which immediately made me geek out and take pictures with my little elephant man, as his name is Gatsby. I’ve been obsessed with elephants ever since I was little, and Gatsby is my little buddy who I take everywhere. (I’ll do a post on him one of these days…) Anyway, when offered to make a visit to this said Gatsby’s establishment, I couldn’t turn it down. Even if I had to work the next day. (I know, I know, who am I?) Anyway, I think the bar itself was a bit disappointing and perhaps I should have left it up to my imagination, but I do think it was fate that they had Delirium beer, which happens to have an elephant on the label. FATE, I tell you. I live for Gatsby photo ops.
I probably don’t need to tell you that I’m obsessed with running. I have a bajillion running shoes (Brooks Ravenna, for the win) and get really excited about new running shoes, especially if they’re in a new and exciting color. I gawk at the idea of spending $40 on a new pair of non-running shoes (sometimes I refuse to believe I’m female), but I have no problems with spending $100 on a new pair of running shoes every 350-400 miles. Running, especially long runs, has gotten to the point where I don’t blink an eye when I need to run 14 miles. Or 18 miles. I’ll probably have to mentally prep to run 20 miles, but I don’t freak out about it nearly as much as I used to.
This worked out fabulously for my 15 mile run on Saturday. I didn’t start running until the afternoon, which might have thrown me off before, as long runs need ROUTINE or else I freak out. Not anymore. I’m just going to run 15 miles, no problem. Two hours out on the roads? Let’s do this.
Saturday, January 15
15.1 miles in 1:55:06, avg pace of 7:37
Splits: 7:53, 7:35, 7:45, 7:46, 7:48, 7:48, 7:44, 7:32, 7:40, 7:33, 7:27, 7:26, 7:14, 7:49, 7:35
Okay, I may have pushed the pace a little bit too much, but I swear I felt good. I know that’s beside the point and I should run slow(er) anyway, but I tried. I really did. I’m happy that this pace feels good (although an extra eleven miles is a long way to go), but 7:14 pace, which is about current goal marathon pace, is still bit of a stretch. What have I gotten myself into? Plenty of time!
This run (plus a twelve hour shift) definitely set me up for a recovery run. I took is easy in Central Park, telling myself to hold back. Worked out pretty well and my legs felt well enough to work again today.
Sunday, January 16
4.33 miles in 35:44, avg pace of 8:15
Sounds good to me…hopefully these legs will carry me through another twelve hour shift before I get FIVE DAYS OFF. Take that, everyone who just enjoyed a three day weekend. That’s all that’s getting me through my shift tomorrow. Well, that, coffee, and the cute little kids I get to take of…
What are you currently obsessed with?? Fill me in so I don’t feel so strange myself.