This is about as crazy as my weekend would get. After a delicious BYOB dinner at Agora on Friday night, I returned home to share a glass of wine with a friend, which obviously resulted in me foam rolling. 4 days of great runs and lots of lunges and squats meant that my quads and glutes were in need of some major TLC, and that’s exactly what they got. Of course, my friend was amused enough to snap this photo evidence of my craziness.
As usual, I woke up bright and early on Saturday morning and was dressed and ready to run by 9am. Naturally, I was out of all clean running clothes, including a sports bra and shorts, so I ended up wearing a yoga top (under my t-shirt) and Noah’s large shorts. (They were rolled up at least 7 times.) It was really quite the outfit.
Central park was phenomenal.
The reservoir was absolute perfection…
…if not still a little dewy from the night before.
In all, I ran about 9 miles and felt great almost the entire time. The temperature was perfect, the park wasn’t too crowded, and my body felt generally strong, though I preferred the pavement to the Bridle Path. I even pushed myself up hills during the first 5 miles of the run, which is pretty much the only “speed work” I ever do.
When I got home, I spent the morning on my own whipping up a healthful lunch of chickpeas, Parmesan cheese, egg whites, black pepper and balsamic vinegar. Simple yet delicious, and with plenty of protein.
I headed out to Long Island in the early afternoon, equipped with everything I needed for a weekend of fun: a cold water bottle and a trashy gossip magazine (major guilty pleasure).
Once out there, I spent the day relaxing, eating larger-than-life blueberries…
…feasting on giant lobsters with my mom…
…and passing out before midnight. I slept nearly 10 hours on Saturday night and woke up ready to be lazy and sit on my ass all Sunday morning. Instead, my brother called me “lazy,” prompting me to put on my shorts, an old sports bra, and a pair of worn out running sneakers. I only ran 3 or 4 miles, but it was really calming to be in the suburbs, running without any music. Just me, myself, and the silence. It took a lot of energy to get myself out the door, but once I finished, I was certainly happy I did it.
One of my favorite parts about being at my parent’s house is the abundance of fresh ingredients. For my post-run lunch, I made myself a small salad of radicchio, cucumber, grilled portabella with roasted pepper, and half of a lobster tail from the night before. Take that, Manhattan cuisine.
The weekend ended with a major flashback; a totally 80’s themed party in celebration of my cousin’s birthday.
So there you have it. Lots of running, lots of alone time, lots of food, and a day in the suburbs of New York City. Not a bad way to recharge the old battery, if you ask me.
- How was your weekend? Any “me” time or lobster feasts?
- Have you ever foam rolled drunk?
- What’s your favorite part about the 80’s? (Mine = neon.)