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.  :)

ice cream/froyo


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…


Gatsbys Soho January

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.


Shoes (2)

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.  :)

safety first, kids

I could talk about what a fabulous weekend I had and how I can’t believe it’s Sunday night.  I mean, nights out with ladies like Shannon are awesome, so I can’t really complain much.  After wandering the Upper East Side looking for a bar to strike our fancy, we ended up heading to a BBQ joint simply because they had fabulously large margaritas.  We chatted it up with the bartender and enjoyed these beauties:

Random January Weekend 2011 (4) Delicious.

Random January Weekend 2011 (5) The bartender had us a-glowin’!

I could then talk about how I finished the night off by dancing away with my new friend, Lindsay, who I met through Shannon.

But you don’t want to hear about that.

Nor do you want to hear about my latest New York-y adventure, which involved eating at the Elephant and Castle, which is aptly named if you know anything about my love for elephants.  This little guy was right at home:

Random January Weekend 2011 (11)Gatsby with his friends!

I’m 100% positive you don’t want to hear about this delicious food I ate:

Random January Weekend 2011 (9) Shrimp and avocado?  Yes, please.

Food was nicely followed by an evening of comedy at Comix in the Meatpacking District, where I’ve never been before (apparently Meatpacking doesn’t really go with my love for sweatpants…).  You certainly wouldn’t be interested in hearing me talking about a, um, foreign substance (rhymes with “pot”…or is) that overpowered the little arena in smell during Larry Miller’s performance.  That might actually be too interesting.  (Yay New York-y things!)

Oh no no no, instead we shall chat about safety issues on the subway.  That’s right.  Mind the gap, walk left stand right, and avoid the crazies who appear to be yelling aggressively.  I got off the E train this afternoon in order to switch to the 6, and I had to walk down most of the platform to get to the stairs (I have yet to perfect where I need to get on the subway to minimize my walk at the end…).  I had music on so I wasn’t paying too much attention, but I did see a man on the side standing next to a loaded shopping cart (I’m not judging, but you probably know what that means…), and he appeared to be yelling aggressively at people and randomly walking towards some of them.  Since I had headphones in, I didn’t hear what he was yelling about, but I veered to go far around him because it didn’t seem like the best idea to be close.

Which is when it happened.  I got punched in the back of the head.  Huh?!?!  That’s not the type of New York-y things I was talking about!  Not going to lie, that hurt a little bit.  I was a bit dazed and wasn’t exactly sure on the course of action here, so I just power walked to the escalator and ran up it.  I didn’t see any sort of security type person, so I just proceeded on my way.  (Bad, I know.)

Really?  Did that just happen?  I don’t believe it.  I don’t wear headphones when I’m running for many reasons, one of them being safety issues in regards to hearing cars coming, but I did not expect that on the subway.  Something was clearly wrong with this person, but I think it’s important to note that you always need to be aware of your surroundings and what is going on around you.  This is important both in running and in life.

Oh, and you should probably just walk around with some big muscular guy to protect you.  Except all my friends in NYC are runners and clearly don’t fit that bill…at least we can run fast!

Have you ever experienced any sort of violence, either personally or being a bystander?  I will admit that men on the buses in Rome (tight quarters…) often didn’t act appropriately.  Gross.


After that shining moment, I recuperated and ended up heading out for a run.  I was supposed to do 14 miles, but I totally wasn’t feeling it.  Motivation has been lacking this weekend and I’m not happy about it!  I decided to move the long run to Tuesday (my day off!) and just get out for seven.  Ugh, what a long seven miles!  I don’t know why I’m not feeling these runs right now, but I hope I snap out of it quickly.  Paces are fine and they don’t feel terrible, but I’m counting down the miles and I’m not normally like that at all…it’s usually more like, “What?  The run is over already??  I want to run more!”

Sunday, January 9
7.17 miles in 56:26, avg pace of 7:52

This week is a new week, and hopefully I’ll stop making a fool out of myself and not get punched in the head.  I hope.  Low standards, this week, I suppose…

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