Yesterday I went roller skating.
Today I am somehow alive to tell about it.
But let’s backtrack, because before I went roller skating, I stuffed my face with cupcakes.
You see, I didn’t have to work yesterday due to the aftermath of Lady Irene, the Hurricane Ho. While she didn’t cause much tragedy in NYC, she did screw up plenty of other towns, especially in Vermont. So Vermonters, I’m thinking of you and wishing your wonderful towns speedy recoveries from the storm. As a New Hampshire-er (that doesn’t make sense — what are cool people from NH called?), I’m honored to sit alongside you on the U.S. map.
My office was closed yesterday, which meant I spent the day being a bit productive, a bit sweaty and a lot playful.
Lucky me: that boyfriend of mine didn’t go into the office either.
First we trucked down to Union Square, where we got free samples from the farmer’s market, and I may have dragged him into Lululemon so I could stock up on shorts. It’s becoming gross how often I’m willing to re-wear things without washing them, so an extra pair of shorts added into the rotation can’t hurt, right? I mean, it hurts my wallet. But it’s good for my smelliness.
Next stop: wandering through the West Village, where we stumbled upon Molly’s Cupcakes.
Now I know people can get kind of aggressive when it comes to “the best cupcakes in NYC.”
I am not one of those people.
Crumbs Cupcakes are overwhelming to me, and beyond that I haven’t experimented much. But Molly’s seems pretty unbeatable to me.
We ordered two cupcakes to share: peanut butter chocolate something and cookie dough something.
The way we split them was to cut them down the middle, and then I eat most of both. I think that’s fair.
They were so freakin’ good. It’s a good thing I live nowhere near this little heavenly spot. Also, it has a bar area and the seats at the bar are swings. They have board games, too, for patrons to play while they smear their faces with frosting.
We devoured the cupcakes in about two seconds.
And then I licked the forks clean. And scraped every last crumb off the plates. You would have done the same thing, so please don’t judge me.
With my sweet tooth sufficiently satisfied, it was time to keep walking.
We ventured through the West Village and enjoyed a celebrity sighting: Pete Hornberger (Scott Adsit) from “30 Rock!” He was just wandering around like we were. Pretty cool. I smiled. I don’t think he noticed.
Then we walked the High Line, which is one of my favorite things to do in NYC.
If you’re unfamiliar: the High Line park was developed on an old set of raised train tracks in Chelsea. It runs from 14th Street all the way to 30th Street and it is delightful.
Lately the High Line has been super packed, but last night it was surprisingly mellow and un-crowded. Success!
At the north end of the High Line they’ve built a roller skating “rink” of sorts. It’s basically just a paved circle that you can go around and around and around.
I don’t really remember the last time I went roller skating, but I also don’t remember it ever being something I was particularly good at.
But this boyfriend I’ve acquired used to be a skater. Like, he brought his own roller blades…and did tricks and stuff.
So he thought it would be fun if we went skating together and I was all, “Yeah, totally, sure. How hard can it be?”
Fact: roller skating is not easy. In fact, it feels incredibly unnatural and awkward.
At first I was afraid.
I was petrified.
Kept thinking I was going to die and fall and not be able to run my marathon…
But then I sucked it up and I tried going really fast…
…and then I crashed…
…yeah I crashed into the wall!
That’s my catchy “Ali On Wheels” song and I hope you like it. Thank goodness for those little railings. Also, to all the children who were out skating yesterday, I’m so sorry for all those times I came barreling toward you and almost crushed you. I’m also sorry I scared your parents all those times.
Eventually I decided that skating just wasn’t my thing, so I did some dance moves.
And then I was done. No more skating for Ali.
I think that if I could have spent a few hours on the wheels, I would have gotten more comfortable. But the entire time I was out there dodging small children, I kept fearing that I was going to fall, bust my knee and not be able to run the marathon.
Which, by the way, is in 24 days. Hot damn.
Dinner last night was stellar: taco night, finally!
Fun fact: I put on Hannah Montana: The Movie while we were eating dinner. I saw the movie in theaters and, confession, I cried and I loved it.
I thought Mr. Boyfriend Man would argue, but he just kind of let it happen.
And then, when I went to turn the movie off for bedtime, he said, “I want to know what happens at the end.”
Keeper? I think so. He likes tacos and Hannah Montana. I don’t really know what more I should be looking for in a man.
Of course, all is not totally perfect in the world, as evidenced by my miserable little run this morning.
From Coach Cane:
- 1K repeats at 5K pace with .25 mile cool-downs in between
Sounds easy enough right?
My first pickup happened at something insane, like a 7:07 pace. Too fast? Yup. Felt awesome? Totally.
My next two were both right around 7:38s, which I was happy with.
And then, my stomach said, “ALI I HATE YOU SO MUCH” and we got in a huge fight. It was tragic.
The fourth little sprint session was rough.
Then I had to make a pit stop. You know, to do ladylike things.
Then the fifth one was super fast because at this point it was past 7 am and I was going to be late for work.
Semi-successful run I guess. I ended up covering 6.5 miles, and I’ve got a few more badass runs planned for the week leading up to Saturday’s 20 miler! Woo!
And now I will do work all morning before heading to the hospital this afternoon. It’s Remicade Day. Woo hoo. That means I get an afternoon nap!
WE SHOULD TALK ABOUT SOMETHING NOW: What’s your perfect day off? Yesterday was pretty close to an ideal day since it involved a stellar spinning class, productivity, cupcakes, tacos and laughing. But ideally mine would involve a long run to start the day, followed by a massage and lots of walking around NYC. Also food. I love food.