Breakfast this morning was a quickie pb&j. I had this times two as I geared up for the run:
Yummalicious. If I didn't just land my dream job for the second time, I'd go to work for Rudi's Organic Bakery. More on that later...At 7:40, dressed in spandex to ward off humidity-induced chafing and feeling a bit queasy at the thought of running 16 in the heat, I headed out. A good little runner would have brought a hand-held water bottle with electrolytes to keep her from wanting to die and/or drink the entire Jackie O Reservoir during the last miles of the run. But since we know by now that I'm not a good little runner, I didn't make it to the Vitamin Shoppe to replenish my supply of Nuun, so I decided to rely on the water fountains in the park. It's true that people let their dogs drink from these fountains. But when you've been running for 2 hours and are actually daydreaming of swimming in a giant bottle of Smart Water, you don't really care about dog germs that much.
So. It was hot. I was cranky. What else is new. New York, you're killing me with this humidity. I have lived in California and Vermont for the past 4 years. Humidity is not a word in my vocabulary. I ran a lap around the park and happily had a cute boy with 0% body fat running in front of me the whole time. That alone kept me going. When Mr. Zero Body Fat ran out of the park around mile 6, I focused on making it to the next water fountain. From there on, I was running solely to get to the next water stop. I made a total of five stops and drank waaaay too much at each one, which resulted in nausea and dry heaving five times. Clearly, I never learn.
I briefly entertained the idea of running through random little paths in the park to make up the rest of my miles, but I decided on a day like today, it's better to know what's in store for you, even if that means hills, hills and more hills. So I ran a second lap. The Harlem Hills are never as bad the second time around, and by the time I'd make the full loop again and was 13 miles in, I was feeling like I was probably not going to have to be scraped off the sidewalk by the Central Park Brigade. If that even still exists. I ran a loop around the Bridle Path, which was insanely slow because I stopped for the longest drink of water in the history of running, then sloshed on with an angry tummy. I finally left the park at 15 miles and ran the mile back to my apartment, cursing the sun and global warming and the Vitamin Shoppe for letting its employees take the day off on Memorial Day. I was super electrolyte depleted by now and my legs were cramping as a result.
The run was finally over in 2:23:54. That's an 8:59 pace, ladies and gents. A good 10-15 seconds per mile slower than my normal LR pace. So much for complaining yesterday that I can't run at easy pace. And the kicker is that it definitely did NOT feel easy. But it's over- another LR in the bag.
I'm not sure why Garmin insists I was running at a 47 minute/mile pace upon stopping the clock. I probably stopped running and stood for a sec before stopping it.
In other news, I am shockingly photogenic after long runs. I mean seriously, what's taking the Victoria's Secret model scouts so long to recruit me?? Perhaps the inappropriate boob area sweat marks? Or the fly-away frizz all over my head? Sexxxaaay.
I didn't even stretch, I was too busy guzzling a watered down Vitamin Water 10 while wishing it was anything other than the grape flavor. Is it just me or do all the pink/red/purple Vitamin Waters taste like cough syrup? After a much needed shower, I devoured an apple while perusing the Runner's World forums.
I thought I'd make it to Trader Joe's and back before eating a real meal, but the hunger monster kicked in so I decided to try a French Meadows Bakery spelt bagel with avocado slices. Mmm, carby heaven. I am in love with these bagels.
Unfortunately, TJ's was a big FAIL today because they were once again out of the classic hummus. WFT Trader Joe's!?!? Is it wrong that I almost cried right there in the cold foods aisle? I don't think so. I mean, world hunger, war, hummus shortages...these are the big issues, people. So I got my goods and then stopped at another regular grocery store to pick up some Sabra hummus, because I can't not have hummus. Even if it's not as good as Trader Joe's smooth & creamy classic. Upon arriving back home, I thought it was a good time for a little photo shoot of the goods:
Two bags of organic carrots, apples, chickpeas, a yellow pepper, hummus, organic spinach, baby romaine and romaine, a Lara Bar, raw almond butter, mango slices, a Clif Bar, 2 cans of cat food, bananas and tomatoes. Of course I had to test the Sabra since the package said it was now richer & creamier.
About 10 baby carrots later, I decided it's definitely still #2. But it will do. Then, rather than laying around with my feet up like I wanted to do, I vacuumed and mopped the apartment. Like I do every 2-3 days. Thanks, furchildren, for always creating messes that I just looove to clean. Or not. And now the apartment is sparkling, the kitchen is stocked, my bottle of Coke Zero is almost empty, and this little face is begging for a walk.
So presh. One of my neighbors actually screamed and jumped back in fear of my sweet and angelic 9 pound Chinese Crested Powderpuff mix last night when we came in from our walk. I burst out laughing and that just made the woman even angrier. She ran to the opposite end of the hall and refused to move past us until I'd picked up Cirrus and started walking up the stairs. Then as she walked out I couldn't resist saying, "Watch out, she's vicious!" LOL. My dog may be many things, but a 2 year old could fall right on top of her and she'd cover them in kisses and wag her tail. I guess my neighbor is one of those people that has nightmares about killer bunny rabbits.On that note, we are off for our walk!
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