I ran a lot yesterday. And I love you all for your incredibly kind responses to my new personal distance record. You make me feel super good.
I thought I would crash pretty hard after banging out 15+ miles, but I felt surprisingly good after taking a long shower and inhaling a tub of hummus.
So I went shopping. I hit up Lower 5th Avenue where I did some damage at Anthropologie and Lululemon.
Chalk it up to a running reward, yes?
Of course, by the time I finished shopping, I was ready to eat.
I’ve been so hooked on 16 Handles lately that I have completely neglected my old friend Mr. Softee. But yesterday this little truck just appealed to me, so I went for it.
It hit the spot for about two seconds. Then the heat got to it, I dripped it all over my feet and I was a mess.
I was still awake by dinner time, so I went out to dinner with my old roommate. We had a lovely time catching up, and when we wrapped up the meal she came at me with this:
“I’ve never had 16 Handles. I want to try it!”
Twist my arm, Conroy.
Naturally I felt it was my civic duty to take her there.
It did not bother me in the slightest that I had devoured a giant ice cream cone mere hours earlier.
Ice cream, take two:
She liked it! Or at least, she told me she did. Honestly, if I ever take someone to 16 Handles and get a mediocre reaction, our friendship will be on the rocks.
I was back home around 9:30 pm, at which point the day’s activities started catching up with me.
Or maybe I was just crashing and burning from a serious sugar high.
Either way, as 10:00 neared, my bed was looking oh-so-good.
Turns out, I’m not the only one who was exhausted last night!
So off to bed I went.
Naturally going to sleep that early meant my body was ready to start the day at 6 am today.
I got up, did a few things around the apartment, then forced myself to lay back down.
And I’m so glad I did, because I slept for another hour and a half. You’re welcome, body.
Coach Cane wanted me running four recovery miles today, so that’s what I did.
I didn’t start running until 8 am, at which point it was already hot and sunny outside. But it was nice running along the river, and it was a nice change of pace from the Central Park stomping grounds I’ve been sticking to lately.
My legs aren’t sore at all today, which is cool. Maybe that means I can try to run faster next time?
I maintained an 8:45 pace today, which surprised me. Yay legs! Good job.
I finished running, felt good, changed sweat clothes…and then went to the gym.
Coach Cane didn’t tell me to.
But I really wanted to do spinning.
I signed up early, then spent a while stretching, foam rolling and working my arms and abs.
Unfortunately, the spin instructor I normally adore on Sunday mornings wasn’t in, so we were stuck with a boring sub. Her energy was low, but her music was decent.
I didn’t turn the resistance up very much throughout the class and let my legs just comfortably push the wheel around.
By the time the 45-minute class was over, I was done.
That, my friends, is the face of exhaustion.
With all that sweat behind me, I was ready to attempt an enjoyable Sunday.
I grocery shopped (in my sweat clothes), I showered, I ate a buttload of trail mix and then I met up with a friend to explore Governor’s Island!
Governor’s Island is located just south of Manhattan, and you can get there by a free ferry. Score!
There are no cars allowed on Governor’s Island and lots of people either bring their own bikes or rent bikes and ride them around. Apparently the island is 5 miles around, so you can do a decent amount of running, riding or whatever.
What we chose to do was eating.
There was a food festival happening, so we jumped right on that and ate our faces off.
I love some good BBQ.
Holy steroid face. Make it go away…
After seriously stuffing our faces, we walked around the island a bit to explore. Turns out, there’s some really weird recycled art installation things all over.
I was freaked out by it.
I was also incredibly disappointed by all the signs saying “Do not climb on the art.”
If I can’t figure out what it is and I’m not allowed to climb on it, what is the point?
Governor’s Island was adorable and I definitely want to go back and ride bikes. I appreciated the city views and the nice breeze coming off the water.
Also, go there and check out the “beach” — and by beach I mean there’s some sand and a lot of beer.
Now I’m exhausted in every sense of the word.
And because I’m out of energy, I will sign off simply by showing you this picture of a dog that is smiling:
TELL ME: What was the highlight of your weekend?