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I haven’t had an entire week off since about July 2012 (before I started my full-time internship in early August 2012). I’m a bit of a control freak and a worrier so I never like to take time off and detatch from work. I had used about five of my twenty vacation days so far when I realized it was late September and I could only carry over 5 of those remaining days, I decided to take this week off and do nothing.
Well, I took this week off, but I didn’t do nothing, technically. I slept in most days to 8am (a good two hours later than I usually sleep!), which was nice. I kept track of my work email on my phone and as far as I could tell, no shit was hitting the fan at all. Which was nice. Very nice.
I started running again semi-regularly about a month ago. And by “semi-regularly,” I mean I ran about once a week. The thing was I started running longer distances than I ever had before. I used to run 2-2.5 miles at once and be done. Occasionally I’d slip in a 5k, but not normally.
Then I had my heart set on completing the loop in Central Park. Which is, like, six (6!) miles. I tried once, and cut out some, and then walked about 1/4 of the way so it was four miles and some change. Then I tried to run the perimeter of the park and gave up after about 3 miles, cut across the park, and went home.
You know what I did every time I wanted to stop? I breathed. Whenever my yoga teachers have told me in the past to breathe into where ever you feel discomfort: they’re totally right. Just breathe. But finally today I was able to do it. I took a couple of 20 second walking breaks, but I did it (at a pretty good pace of 10:22/mile) and I felt great.
And then I started to not feel so great anymore. I ate a 1/2 cup of oatmeal before I went out but with probably no more than a 1/2 cup of water, so I think I was pretty dehydrated. I ate a grilled cheese and avocado sandwich and a lot of water after.
After I showered and started running errands, with plans to go to two super easy yoga classes tonight, I started feeling really shitty. Like really, really shitty.
I came home and laid down (and watched a really random, sort of okay but probably not movie called “Waiting For Forever” and now I’m taking it easy for the rest of the evening. I really want to order Chinese (since grocery shopping obviously didn’t happen today) but most of me thinks this is a pretty terrible idea.
So, a question to all the (maybe 2?) runners who happen to stumble upon this entry: Was I feel shitty because I ran the longest distance I’ve ever run? I’m attributing my being run down to the fact that I was dehydrated and the weather was super warm last week and now it’s finally acting like it’s fall out.
Yeah. That sounds about right. But I did it! I ran all six miles. Do I ever want to increase my miles again? Nah, not really. Marathons, half-marathons, and basically anything longer than what I ran seem really silly to me.
And I’m pretty sure I’d feel incredibly… shitty after running one.
I saw the revival of Jacques Brel is Alive, and Well and Living in Paris twice back in 2006. The music is great - even if I can’t fully understand the parts in French (thank you to my 6 years of French education). And the cast was phenomenal as well, including the vocal stylings of Robert Cuccioli, Rodney Hicks, Natascia Diaz, and Gay Marshall.
Jacques Brel Returns, offering a wide range of Brel’s music in a cabaret-style setting, is now being performed once a month at The Triad on West 72nd Street with different performers each month, and a different special guest each month as well. The cast last week included Robert Cuccioli, Micheline Van Hautem, Karen Kohler, Jean Brassard, and Ereni Sevasti, with special guest Natascia Diaz.
This two hour foray into the music of Jacques Brel was lovely and entertaining, especially being performed by such talented people. I must admit though that I think I discovered my threshhold for concerts in settings such as these are 90 minutes.
I would recommend that anyone with an appreciation for the music of Jacques Brel should check this out, or someone who just wants to experience something new.
While living on the Upper West Side for a year and a half, I’ve developed a list of my favorite Japanese, Thai, and Asian-Fusion restaurants. And surprise, surprise… They’re all stupidly cheap.
Sura: I’ve written about Sura before, but I can’t enough about it. They serve an $8 lunch menu on Saturdays and Sundays that includes three courses. I usually go for the Oriental salad, Pad Thai, and green tea ice cream (although the custard is tasty, too). This meal would cost close to $20 when it’s a week day, so if you’re in the neighborhood at the right time, stop in and I promise you won’t be disappointed. Broadway between 100th and 101st Street.
Matsu: I discovered this place after last years Webutante Ball with two native New Yorker’s that I met at the party. I’ve been back several times since and it’s never disappointed. Entrees are usually around $10 and the food is actually really good! 83rd Street and Columbus.
Ozen: My favorite place for delivery. I’ve only had the pad thai and chicken teriyaki from Ozen, and while the pad thai is amazing, the chicken teriyaki is awful. It’s dry as sandpaper. The pad thai is awesome but the portion they serve is enormous. To give you an idea: I had a plate full last night, a plate full today for lunch, and then two of my co-workers also had full plates for lunch today. If you only have $10 and you need to feed you and your three friends, this is the place for you.