Manhattan to Brooklyn Long Run

Sometimes when I look back on my blog, I realize how many running adventures I used to go on, and how much I loved them.  Maybe I made every run more exciting in my head, but sometimes I feel like I forgot how fun it can be to try a new run or even just to make sure I plan a run with friends.  One problem with planning these running adventures/running with others they more than likely need to happen on the weekend.  Most weekends, I either work or am out of town (not complaining about that part!), so when I realized that I was off on Saturday and would be in NYC, I knew I needed to make a plan!

I haven’t run with Betsy since June, so I asked her if she would be up for a long run.  After a year of being spoiled by living a block away from her when I first moved to NYC, we’ve slowly moved (physically) farther apart, as last year she moved to Brooklyn.  This leaves an excellent opportunity for a run involving both boroughs – always a fun time.  I haven’t run over a bridge in I-don’t-know-how-long, so I was really excited about that.  We planned to meet at Columbus Circle, head down the west side, run over a bridge (game time decision which one), run over to Prospect Park, and run a loop of the park.  Perfect.

As I’ve mentioned about 47 times, I’m nervous about my groin acting up.  I told Betsy I needed to keep it slow – 8:30-ish, please!  She agreed and away we went.  I thought about grabbing my handheld water bottle to take with me, but I hate carrying things so I figured the water fountains would suffice.  Unfortunately, it was a little warm out so I immediately regretted that decision as I headed toward Columbus Circle.  Live and learn?  After fighting a few crowds on the way to the west side, we settled into a pace and the miles clicked off.  She updated me on her recent trip to Hawaii (I’m sold – who wants to go??) and we filled each other in on our lives otherwise.  Isn’t it the best when you don’t even realize you’re running?  Life is good.

Once we got down to Chambers Street, we headed east toward the Brooklyn Bridge.  It was about 10-10:30 by the time we got there, so we discussed how crazy the bridge would be.  Should we fight the crowds because the Brooklyn Bridge is fun to run over?  Should we make our way to the Manhattan Bridge, guaranteed to be less crowded?  We decided we would check it out and just take it single file, whatever pace it took to get over the bridge.  That all changed when we got to the base of the bridge and it was PACKED.  Alright, new plan.  We checked our phones for the route to the Manhattan Bridge, and I took the opportunity to buy a bottle of water.  (Best purchase ever.)  We then proceeded to weave our way through Chinatown with crowded sidewalks to get to the Manhattan Bridge.

Up and over we go.  I’m pretty sure the last time I was on the Manhattan Bridge was on a run date a few years ago (obviously not with Eric…) because making someone run 10+ miles with you is a great way to find out if you’re good together, hahaha.  (Side note:  It was about two years ago when I first flew to Minneapolis to see Eric, and he rode his bike next to me for 18 miles – test passed!  Awwwwww.)  Moving on.  We kept to ourselves as we headed up the bridge, stopping in the middle for the most needed photo op.

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People apparently like to paint the bridge…

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Not such a bad view…

I took the opportunity to eat the chews I brought with me – I carried five, which is about 100-ish calories.  Every time I train for a marathon, I say I need to practice carrying fuel with me and eating it, but I never do – so here’s a start!  This is also the longest run I’ve done so far, so it’s time to start working that in.  After finishing our eating and photo taking, we headed down the bridge into Brooklyn.

Getting from the bridge to Prospect Park is a straight shot down Flatbush, but it involves quite a bit of stoplights.  I suppose if we ran earlier there might have been less traffic, but it was stop and go for awhile there.  I hate that feeling in the middle of a run because you just want to keep going, and it’s harder to start every time you stop.  But oh well.  It was also getting hot, so a shaded park sounded really great right about then!

Around mile 9-10-ish, we made it into Prospect Park and hit up a much needed water fountain.  Betsy headed home a little after ten miles, and I planned to do another loop before meeting her at her apartment.  We said, “See you soon!” and I took off to finish my final four miles.  I haven’t run in Prospect Park much, and the last time I was there was for the Brooklyn Half last year, so it’s been awhile.  I’m not familiar with the park at all, minus knowing that there’s one hill and that’s about it.  I had picked up the pace a little, mostly ready to get the run done.  My groin felt okay, but I could notice some soreness there – just get through this run!  It was fun to run in Prospect Park, checking out a pond I didn’t know was there (oops?) and seeing the park traffic that seemed a little less chaotic than Central Park.  Eventually, I made it to the hill and climbed up it, keeping a guy in a red shirt near me for motivation.  I passed him at the top of the hill and headed back down toward the exit for Betsy’s apartment.

Exiting the park with only half a mile to go – woohoo!  I hit 14 miles with a little bit left to go, so I ran until my watch said two hours – certainly a milestone I haven’t hit in a few months.  I finished up with a couple block walk to her apartment – DONE!

14.24 miles in 2:00:21, avg pace of 8:27

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The pace was a little all over the place – hard to keep pace when you’re constantly stopping, starting, and avoiding some crowds.  I’m glad I had a few faster-ish miles near the end.  Overall, a solid long run.

We hung out at Betsy’s apartment for a little bit, where she offered me water and watermelon.  Watermelon sounded deliciously refreshing after a long run, and we may have been a bit aggressive in our consumption…

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The aftermath.

As we pondered our foot options, Betsy recommended Saltie in Williamsburg – known for their excellent sandwiches.  I love sandwiches.  A lot.  So we headed to Williamsburg, where we both got sandwiches called the “Scuttlebutt” – hard boiled egg (that’s good for recovery, right?), feta, black olives, capers, pickles, and pimento aioli.  IT WAS MAGICAL.  And a little bit messy, sorry Saltie.  Highly recommended if you’re in Williamsburg!  After some plant shopping for Betsy, I hopped on the subway and headed home – happy for having a good long run, good times with a friend, and for checking out some new places!

Thanks for the adventure, Solemate.  (It’s a few days shy of our five year friendiversary – hooray!)

Do you like to keep the same running route routine, or do you like to mix it up a bit?  To those running fall marathons – what are your long runs up to?

Into My Kitchen: Minestrone Soup

Well blogworld, today it was back to work for this sick nurse.  I’ve actually felt the best I’ve felt all week, although I did head into work bright and early and armed with cold medicine.  I wore a mask allllll day long when in patients’ rooms and blew my nose using hospital paper towels, which is essentially like rubbing sandpaper all over your face.  Maybe there is something to those tissues with Aloe, although we all know I’m too cheap to splurge on something like that!

Anyway.  I take my lunch to work with me on a daily basis, as I learned early on in my last job that eating is a luxury at work, and although I’ve become better at making myself eat (coupled with a better job that recognizes that fed nurses are happy nurses!), I still don’t trust myself to have enough time to go buy food.  So I bring my food.  Plus it’s cheaper and healthier, of course.  What did I pack in my lunch today?  Well, another portion of the abundance of soup I made earlier this week!

You see, when sick, soup is your best bet.  If you’re delirious like me, you buy canned soup and then go back to the store to buy ingredients to make your own soup.  Sorry Campbells, I went with Martha.  After spending a few hours combing through soup recipes (what else am I going to do when laying on the couch is my best bet?), I finally decided on Minestrone Soup from the great Martha Stewart. 

I followed the recipe, but Swiss chard was nowhere to be found in my NYC grocery store, so I used spinach instead.  Easy enough.  Also, it says it serves 6-8.  I’ve had six servings so far and it appears that I have like four left.  What’s in a serving??

Minestrone Soup Feb 2010 mmmm soup warms my heart

You know what I like best about soup?  You chop some stuff up and throw it in a pan.  Cook it for awhile.  Then you throw some more stuff in (usually liquid) and boil it.  Let it simmer for awhile.  Stir, add some spices.  EAT.

Anyone who says they don’t know how to cook clearly hasn’t tried.

While I think this soup was delicious, it could have used a bit more flavor (spices, turning it up a little next time).  However, this vegetarian delight was approved by a meat lover (although you can’t really insult a sick chef, that just wouldn’t be right), so I consider that a victory.

Don’t forget the side of bread for dipping!  One of the best parts.  (Carbs for the win.)

How do you pronounce Minestrone?  Minestone (cut off quick!) or MinestronEEEEEE?  Maybe this should be on that accent vlog that is going around…

Also, if you need soup anytime soon, I have plenty to go around, and I promise I didn’t cough into the pot.

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