So, my weekend was busy as hell with, you guessed it, NO RUNNING and a lot of eating and drinking. Let’s just say fitting into my favorite jeans is a thing of the past!
But whatever. The weekend kicked off with a visit to the man I’m seeing on the side (sorry, T!): my physical therapist. He did the usual– humiliated me by having me do all kinds of balancing things that further prove my ankles are weak as hell, and then massaged my disgusting foot. (Note to self: get a pedicure before I leave for California, where I hope to sport some open-toed shoes.)
THEN I met up with T and some of our friends at a delicious restaurant– Back 40! We drank delicious beer (Kelso IPA was my beverage of choice) and ate some freaking awesome food. The 6 of us got a charcuterie plate with lots of delightful meats and cheeses on it. As the plate came to a sad end, I reached across the table to cut up the last remaining morsel of food– a hunk of cheese.
… yeah, after I sawed away at it a few times, I looked up and saw Steve watching me attempt to cut what was actually a napkin folded into a triangle. The realization set in just as Steve said, “Um, Katie, I think that’s a napkin.”
Anyhow, that was a riveting narrative, was it not? Once we all stopped laughing and my face un-flushed a bit, I wound up ordering a salad and T ordered a burger and fries– both of which were DELICIOUS! Then, I twisted T’s arm and we ordered a stout float for us to share. This is something I’ve always wanted to try. Two of my favorite things– ice cream and beer. It was AWESOME. I see many stout floats in my future. (And the need to give up on jeans and just wear sweat pants from here on out.)
So, Back 40 gets 2 thumbs up from me! After dinner, we headed to Lunasa to meet up with some more friends. Lunasa will always hold a special place in my heart, because that is where we had our joint birthday party a few years ago.
Anyway, that was Friday night. Saturday, I went to Flywheel for the 12:45 one-hour class. As you know, I am pretty “meh” about spinning– mainly because I view it as inferior to running and I am
bitter and angry sad that I can’t run. However, Flywheel at 12:45 on a Saturday is a much different scene from Flywheel at 6 AM during the week. The class was full, everyone was super enthusiastic… and I LOVED the instructor, Ryan. He informed everyone at the beginning of class that he had lost a stunning 60 pounds since he began taking classes and then teaching a year ago. And you could just tell he loved teaching. He was so fun and encouraging and he played an awesome mix of cheesy pop music– my favorite. Rihanna? Yes, please, and more of her! I felt really happy and energized and was drenched in sweat when I left. Mmmmm… Then T met up with me and we went to Murray’s Cheese in Grand Central to finally use the gift card my father got me for Christmas last year. It was an AMAZING gift, but for some reason I never got around to cashing it in until Saturday.
That night, our friends Ben, Robbie, and Sara came over. We intended to bust out the cheese for them, but instead, we all rushed out the door to Il Bambino, which I consider to be the jewel in the crown that is our neighborhood. They have the most amazing paninis, delicious beer, and a beautiful garden out back, too boot. We obviously did not sit in the garden on Saturday night, but we did enjoy the paninis and beer! I forced myself to diverge from my regular order (gorgonzola dolce, prosciutto, and fig panini) and try something new. I was not sorry– the panini with fried eggplant, roasted mushrooms, goat cheese, and spicy mayo was DELICIOUS… as was the Six Point Sweet Action I washed it down with. Again, I’m a health nut.
After dinner, we ventured out for a few more beers and then went back to our place to watch the best awful movie of all time — The Room. This movie deserves a post all of its own. That’s all I’ll say.
Sunday featured brunch with friends and then a trip to Manhattan where T played a soccer game with Zog Sports. Then, we went out for a few Goose Island IPAs (always a delicious standby) and back home where I promptly conked out on the couch. (But only after I ate a healthy dose of the Murray’s cheese. THANKS, DAD.)
All-in-all, an extremely unhealthy, busy, and fun weekend.
And today, I have an appointment with my doctor, who I hope will have some bright ideas for how to get this little b*tch of an injury to be history so that I can be running again. A while ago, I said something about how I hoped to be able to participate in the spring session of the NYRR class I’ve been missing so much. But that class starts up… in 2 weeks. And I have to admit, with a great big frustrated sigh, that it doesn’t seem so realistic. Now my goal is to be able to participate in the Cherry Blossom 10-Miler that I signed up for a long time ago.
And on Thursday… we leave for a little jaunt to California! Sunshine, beaches, and In-N-Out Burger, here we come!
What’s up with you? Have you ever seen The Room? Ever had In-N-Out Burger? (People tell me how amazing it is! I’ve never had it, so I’m excited to try it!) Do you find yourself disgusted by the sheer amount of cheese and beer I consumed over the weekend? Do you think I’ll be able to run the damn 10-miler? If my foot is still f**ked up, would it be wrong to show up anyway and trip everyone out of spite? Lemme know!