Started this week with waaaaay too many classes. I was pumped to try this new kickboxing gym and go to the beach but the combo created a nasty, pukey feeling on the track. Won't repeat that mistake again.
Wed: 6.5 miles with Jess and the lulu run club. Great run, legs felt great after resting all day. No classes for me today! Ended the evening stopping by the Green Grocer Deli across the street from my apt. Love the dudes who work there - Kaiser and some guys from Mexico (I practice my Spanish with them). Kaiser is a local celebrity - he knows everyone. He also gives away samples of their fruit every afternoon and evening. Jess and I have stopped by to grab some peaches and watermelon after runs. He saw me coming and exclaims, "Still running! All this crazy running! You run as much as I work here!" I explained my OCD with fitness, that I;m training for the NYC marathon and that I work at a store that sells yoga/fitness clothes. He didn't really get it - "all this crazy running!" He laughed and told me to keep eating. I ate a whole raspberry plum in sample sizes. highly recommend it. yummy.
Thurs: Tempo run around lower Manhattan with Jess. We ran 5 with about 2 miles of tempo running at 7:45 pace. Good run, we felt good.
Fri: NADA! yes, people, I didn't do anything all day..except travel to East Hampton to work in the lululemon store out there. no celebrity sightings....although, not sure I'd recognize anyone! Was really hoping for a Real Housewives or some other trashy reality tv star but no such luck.
Sat: Found a new route through Brooklyn. Ran down Court St, across 9th St (UP the Slope - damn that's hard!) and around Prospect Park. Exited at Grand Army Plaza and ran down Vanderbilt to Flushing and then around to the Williamsburg Bridge. That is when it all went downhill for me. Started to feel pretty bad and my legs tightened up. Not a fun feeling. Had to walk a few times. Ran over to Lafayette St and up Summer Streets to 31st St. We had to loop back around lower Manhattan a bit and then I almost took a huge digger crossing Broadway. The road had a dip in it and being so tired, I didn't see it and not picking my feet up, I nearly took a huge digger in the middle of Broadway. Very nice for the pedestrians crossing to say 15 times, "be careful, be careful". Not what I wanted to hear. Thanks for the advice Captain Obvious! I must of looked like a crazy person, dripping in sweat, feet shuffling along, and glaring at the tourists telling me to be careful. however, it was a weird feeling b/c I stopped myself from actually hitting ground so suddenly, I felt like I got the wind knocked out of me!
Then, the bridge was a shit show so we ended up running the whole damn thing just to get off of it faster! So, instead of running 17 miles, we ran 18 miles. looking forward to a coconut water, a bagel and a nap.
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