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The Weekend Round-up and an Impending Doc Visit!

28 Feb

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.”

OK, so it actually doesn't look like cheese at all. In my defense, it was dimly lit, it was across the table... and I was several beers in. And I was hungry and I REALLY love cheese...

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.)

This is just after we gulped down the beer and shortly before we (I) gobbled the ice cream... YUM

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.

AWWWWWW

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.

I will take... all of you

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! 😉

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Whiny Post With Pretty Pics

9 Jan

So, yeah, it’s been a little while since I updated.  That’s mainly ’cause I’m super salty that my foot is still being an a**hole.  *insert angelic face here*

Since last I wrote, I:

(1) moved

(2) drank a lotta beer with some cool, fun friends

(3) worked, then walked home over the Queensboro Bridge with my good friend, Cookie

(4) ran 5ish miles

(5) ran 4ish miles

(6) went to Happy Hour (see #2)

(7) went out to delicious tapas with cool, fun friends in my old ‘hood

(8) had a wonderful visitor of the Irish variety

This is my dear friend Elizabeth. She is not Irish, but she does live in Dublin and has for many years since we graduated college. Also, neither one of us is naked in this pic, though that does appear to be the case.

(9) Went to a birthday party (again, in my old ‘hood.  I find it ironic that since I’ve moved from the UES, I’ve spent more time hanging out there than I ever did when I was actually a resident!

(10) Went to a fun trivia night in Brooklyn and aided my team’s 5th place victory with my knowledge of Lady Gaga lyrics and Judy Blume novels

(11) Sulked a TON about my foot

(12) Visited an island!

So, since Saturday was positively balmy, T and I took a little trek to Roosevelt Island.  For those who do not know, Roosevelt Island is a little island (duh) between Manhattan and Queens and is about 2 miles long.  It had an estimated population of 12,000 in 2007 (thanks, Wikipedia!)  It used to have a “Lunatic Asylum” on it.

And it is weird as sh*t.

I’m sorry, but it is one of the strangest places I have ever been.  I seriously felt as though I was in an M. Night Shamalamadingdong movie.  Bizarre.  I don’t know how to put it into words.  It’s worth a visit, just so you can see it.

Anyhow, T and I walked across the Triborough Bridge to get there, and then we kind of wandered to the water, where we looked at Manhattan and the Queensboro Bridge and stuff.

Then we went to the Riverwalk Bar and got a couple Goose Island IPAs and hung out for a bit.

Then we walked toward the tram, which is one of the 2 modes of public transportation to and from RI (the other is the F train.)

There goes the tram! What a beautiful day.

Approaching the loading dock, or whatever you want to call it

Looking up at the bridge as we approach the tram

And so we got on the tram and rode it to Manhattan.  I have to admit I usually have some serious trepidation when on ski lifts and was afraid I would experience the same on this thing (yes, I know, I’m a wuss) but it was actually cool and not scary at all.  And since it was such a gorgeous day, there were really beautiful views.

Looking down at the path I've run so many times

approaching the City

almost back on solid ground!

Anyhow, I didn’t intend for this to be such a Roosevelt Island-heavy post, but since it was such a gorgeous day, I wound up with a lot of pretty pictures!

Blah blah blah mmmmkay, I HATE NOT RUNNING. *WARNING:  WHINING AHEAD*

I ran a 5-miler and a 4-miler last week and iced my foot like a maniac all week long.  I am literally sitting with a frozen water bottle under my desk all damn day.  I’m sleeping in that darn boot that causes me to wake up every single night in the middle of the night and have a pep talk with myself that even though I really want to take it off, ’cause it’s so darn uncomfortable, I need to leave it on so I can heal and run again.

I haven’t worn any of these beauties in a long, long time.

I miss you guys

All I wear are sneakers or some sort of boot that is big enough to allow my special arch-supporting inserts to fit in.

But my foot still hurts.  I called my doc last week to ask what else I can do and am currently awaiting a call back.  WAHHHHHHHHHH.

*END WHINING*

But, looking forward to the future, my official NYCM 2012 status came through last week!

And I just signed up for the Boilermaker, which is a super fun race!

It’s totally all good!

Sorry for the completely not cohesive post, but I’m a little nutty sans running.  I hope everyone’s 2012 is awesome so far, and I hope your weekends were wonderful, and if you’re in NYC, you better have gotten outside! 🙂

BLAHH and WAHHHHHH

22 Sep

Ugh, I am in a crummy mood.  Remember this from the weekend?

Gorgeous, blue sky + sunshine and crisp, picture-perfect fall weather?  Yeah.  Now the weather has turned into a sh*ttastic mix of grey skies and disgusting humidity.  I didn’t take a pic this morning, ’cause it was far from picture-worthy, and also, I chose not to bring my phone on my run.

Last night I went to Coffee Shop again in Union Square and met up with Ben, Robbie, and T.  We had a lot of laughs and a lot of these:

Yum.

However, 5 AM came awful early this morning.  I woke up at 5, but somehow managed to loll around my apartment until 6, thus getting a super late start to my 11-miler.  Seriously, WHAT is wrong with me?  Anyhow, I decided to do 5.5 miles out, to the west side path and down, and then 5.5 miles back.  I sweated like a BEAST, due to the crazy humidity, and did not really enjoy myself.  But I got the 11 miles done (at about 9:00 average pace) and now I am very much looking forward to taking Friday AND Saturday off in prep for my 20 miler on Sunday.  I realized that I’ve run 59 miles in the past 6 days, with no rest days, so no wonder I am a whiny, cranky baby today.

This is possibly the most boring entry to date.  Sorry.  I wanted to record my mileage and how I felt, but I got nothin’ else except thank G-d tomorrow is Friday!