…You always do.
It’s barely 9 am and I feel like I’ve taken a serious beating so far today. As much as I love living in New York City, there are some days when the city really does just kick my butt and I don’t stand a chance.
I woke up at 5:45 this morning and, no surprise here, struggled a bit getting out of bed. I’m definitely looking forward to this weekend when I’ll get to catch up on some sleep!
I slowly got dressed and watched the news while I did some crunches. I must have tuned out the weather, because as I put on my running clothes and headed out the door, I truly had no idea the skies weren’t planning to be friendly this morning.
I ran in the sleet and freezing rain.
I didn’t run fast and I didn’t run too far (3 miles). I got pelted in the eyes with ice and I didn’t have many running companions joining me on the river path.
Running north was pretty brutal. The rain was coming down at a slant and I got slammed. But once I turned around and headed back south, it was kind of…awesome?
The rain was against my back and I couldn’t feel it at all. I found the final 1.5 miles of my run to be incredibly soothing, especially since my head phones are broken (yet again — I honestly go through a pair a month) and I wasn’t running to music.
Some people will argue that I should not have run considering the conditions this morning. But I paced myself, got a feel for the ground, didn’t stay out long and felt great when I was done.
And by “felt great” I mean “I returned to the apartment looking like a wet puppy.”
The front of my vest was covered in a sheet of ice. I loved it. Of course, once I got into the warm apartment, it started to melt and made a total mess on my bathroom floor.
So with my run out of the way, I was ready to kick my day into gear. I put on my favorite blue dress (photo to come later, maybe), pulled my hair into a ponytail and was out the door hoping to get to work early.
Then I waited for the bus to come. (On icky weather days I take the crosstown bus instead of walking to the subway.) I waited. I waited. I waited.
Finally a bus arrived, and I swipe my MetroCard — only to see that it has expired. I had no money on me.
I ended up having to hike to the subway station anyway, because in NYC you can’t purchase MetroCards on the bus.
Then I waited for the subway. A crowded one came, so I waited for another one. And then I watched two more totally full ones pass by.
Needless to say, I didn’t get to work early. But I made it in, and I’m still wearing my favorite blue dress. So I’m pretty sure it’s still going to be a great day.
And last night I had dinner with my dad. That was lovely. And tonight I’ll have my leftovers.
On that note, time to show NYC who’s boss!