So, I’ve been a naughty blogger lately, trading my laptop for Law & Order reruns and drinking hot chocolate on the couch. Before the new year, I didn’t write a recap of my omgfavorite runs. I didn’t create a list of resolutions or reasons to workout throughout the holiday season. If you’re a WRFG reader, you know these things already. Plus, last year’s resolution was to “accessorize,” and if you’re lucky enough to follow me on Instagram, then you know by my purchase on December 20th of this year that even that was almost a bust. (Spoiler alert: This year, I will floss.)
So, in an effort to reacquaint myself with 2014, let’s play catch-up so I can spew out everything we might have missed since I left for le south.
1. I spent Christmas in Washington D.C.
Just like I do every year, Noah and I packed our bags and headed for the equally cold capitol on Monday of last week. While his family, like mine, is Jewish, they still celebrate with a colorful tree, which makes me both confused and all warm and fuzzy inside at the very same time. Under the tree for me were Kinder eggs, which means it was a successful year of gifts.
Also, we went to the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum out in Virginia, which is basically a nerd like me’s paradise. Space shuttles? Swoon.
2. Yes, I worked out every single day.
No guys, I mean it. Every. Single. Day. Because his family LOVES working out, and so we ran and did yoga and kickboxed and ;OIF DJA;DKVM Cdfaaldsjkf. That’s how I sometimes feel about exercise during the holidays, but I sucked it up and ate a loaf of gingerbread to counteract all the sweat. In retrospect, it’s all obviously a good thing.
3. New Years in the Outer Banks was awesome.
Like we did last year, Noah and I drove from D.C. to North Carolina to spend New Years with friends in Duck, North Carolina. Three days. Two houses. 20+ people. Football on the beach. Big family meals. And lots and lots of pretty skies.
And of course, a happy new year in a glittery dress.
4. Also, I ran in the Outer Banks.
I imagine Noah wasn’t too happy about this, but in all fairness, with the amount of junk food we were consuming, I needed to move my body — even for just a couple of miles or so. Last year in the Outer Banks, we explored the boardwalk, which is located just a half-mile or so from the house in which we stay. This year, it was simple — no Map My Run or Googling running paths in the neighborhood. Instead, we were quickly able to lace up, head out and locate our path-of-choice.
The Outer Banks is absolutely gorgeous and provided a real change from the dreary winter mornings here in New York.
Most of the run is on a boardwalk along the water, which, besides unbeatable views, means the softer surface of wooden planks. My shins were very happy.
5. I’m still getting married. (!!!)
Remember that little fact about the year? Though, newsflash party people, it’s now three months away and I have so much to do! Cake, reservations, dress fixings (as opposed to fittings, because somehow my dress fit perfectly without alterations, however I do need to get the belt lined so it doesn’t stick to my pretty dress), lists, lists, more lists, drain my bank account, lists.
6. A race! I’m running a race!
On Saturday of next week, to be exact. Somehow, I was suckered into joining a running club in my office. Eight years of daily morning runs, and I’ve yet to be part of a club. Fortunately, this one is particularly fond of post-race booze (hoozah!). All four of us, that is.
I haven’t run a race in over a year, and I have to be honest, part of me is petrified. A couple of weeks ago, I pulled the trigger and signed up for the Joe Kleinerman 10k, a snappy loop around Central Park that starts in the northeast corner (just shy of Harlem Hill) and ends shortly thereafter. For my welcome-back-to-race-world run, I’m glad that I’m on home turf. Central Park is familiar, and that’s giving me a strong sense of comfort as the day draws nearer. I’m also a lot slower than I was the last time I participated in an organized event, so that part I’m a little less fond of. We’ll just have to see how it goes.
7. I’m home, it’s snowing and I returned to Central Park.
After days and days and days of traveling by car, by plane, by foot, all I really wanted to do on Thursday morning — the first morning back in the “real world” — was sleep in. My alarm went off at 6:30 for the first time in over a week, and I dreaded it as much as I anticipated I would. The sound of it alone was enough to inspire me to press snooze. Seven times. (Sorry I’m not sorry, Noah.)
Eventually, I willed myself to get out of bed. The only way to make the day worse would have been to not run — I knew that was true. So, I slowly popped out of bed, put on my warmest running leggings, gloves, hoodie and ear warmers, and made my way up to Central Park, around the lower loop and home. In the end, I felt strong the entire time and beyond glad that I did it, but the run itself was tough and grey, cold and slippery. I was lucky to make it home in one piece.
So if you haven’t checked the weather lately, you’d know there’s some blizzard heading toward New York City or something, so I probably will not be facing sub-zero temperatures and high winds in the morning. I think it’s safe to say that tomorrow will be an indoor workout kind of day, making me all the more grateful that I sucked it up this morning.
Happy 2014, folks!