It’s a rainy, rainy Sunday in NYC.
Even though I really love sun, sometimes a rainy day is just what I need to force me to relax.
But rewinding to Saturday, a.k.a. long run day. I was up even earlier than usual to bang out 18 miles before heading to New Jersey to see a few of my favorite people.
Confession: I’ve been wearing all black on my long runs because it makes me feel a kind of bad ass. And speedier.
My goal for this run was to not be as wiped as I was after last weekend’s 17 miler. I read a while back that Magdalena Lewy-Boulet started taking gels on every long run because she found they helped speed up her recovery and she could actually do things like play with her kids, run errands and feel like a functional human being during the day.
I’ve only taken Gatorade with me on all of my previous runs so far and usually save the gels for my 20 milers, but decided that Magda (an Olympic marathoner) probably knows a thing or two. So I grabbed a mint chocolate Gu (a new flavor for me – I’m partial to vanilla Power Gels) along with some watered down Gatorade to take on the road.
I took the Gu around mile 10 and a). it was delicious, b). it definitely gave me more energy during the last half of the run.
After getting the first couple of slower, junky miles out of my system, the run felt pretty good. I did notice a few niggles here and there, so I’m glad this coming week is a cut-back one!
Even though the Gu helped keep my energy up during the run, I was pretty pooped afterwards. But I had places to be – New Jersey, to be exact.
My friend Meghan (who got married last September), was having a baby shower for her sister Erin. I hadn’t seen either of them since the wedding and it was SO great to finally hang again.
And eat all of their food (kind of. But that tub of hummus was no match for me).
One of my favorite things about baby showers:
Cake. And pink things (Erin’s having a girl!).
It was refreshing to get out of the city and hang out at an actual house with a yard, a pool, a washer/dryer…
Meghan and I
Sometimes I forget how different Manhattan is from other areas. We have cabs, delivery of anything and everything, the best restaurants, culture and nightlife.
But forget owning your home, peace and quiet, having a backyard, driving a car or having an apartment that could even remotely be called “spacious.”
I guess there are always tradeoffs. Besides, I’m a disaster behind the wheel, get freaked out by total quiet and actually consider Central Park a pretty great backyard.
When I think of New York compared to other places, I’m always reminded of a quote from Sex and the City.
Miranda: Why do I think living in Manhattan is so fantastic?
Carrie: Because it is.
Hope everyone had a good weekend!
Question: City or suburbs? Why? And, any tips on how not to be totally wiped after long runs?