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I wrote a month or so back that a new Yogurtland opening near my apartment and I’ve been there more than a couple of times since the opening. Is it cheap? Yeah, pretty cheap. Of course, I try not to buy huge servings so maybe that’s why mine aren’t very pricey.
The truth? I still prefer 16 Handles to Yogurtland. Here’s why:
What I do prefer at Yogurtland though are their flavors. They have a lot of awesome flavors like Salty Caramel, Dragonfruit, and Chocolate Mint. That being said: It’s important to remember that Yogurtland uses actual yogurt, not powdered crap.
But I still like my real hot fudge.
Frozen yogurt. Obviously.
The newest Manhattan location of Yogurtland opens TODAY on Columbus Avenue and 99th street on the Upper West Side. I was slightly addicted to 99 Handles last summer so having a frozen yogurt place essentially right around the corner from me is going to be a really, really
bad awesome thing.
According to the press release: “To celebrate the new Yogurtland location, guests at this location will receive free ounces of yogurt as the temperature drops. When the temperature is between 40 – 50 degrees, guests will receive 2 ounces free. Temperatures between 35 – 40 degrees mean 3 free ounces, and between 30 – 34 degrees will mean 4 free ounces. If the temperature drops below 29 degrees, this location will offer guests 5 ounces of free yogurt. Daily temperatures reported by The Weather Channel will serve as the official temperatures for the promotion.”
So, at 11am, check the temperature and get over there. I’ll be by after work and hopefully it will still be 9*!
I always love watching the snow but usually it just turns out to be a pain in the ass because I have to get to and from work, and whatever other plans I have, in it. And that sucks.
But today? Today I had jury duty for the first time ever. I’d been called once or twice while in college but obviously didn’t have to go. I was called for the first time post-college in June and used my first postponement for sixth months.
Until January. I received the summons notice earlier this month for today. I thought about trying to postpone again but said, meh. I’ll just get it over with.
I reported down to Tribeca at 8:45am with a triple grande latte in hand, ready to do a lot of reading, texting, and screwing around on my Macbook. We had lots of orientating. Too much. The video they showed us was basically a poorly acted snippet of Law & Order. Guys, most people have seen L&O. I think we can skip the video, k? We were told multiple times that the inclement would not get us dismissed. They said this multiple times. Okay, cool, we get it. We’re screwed regardless of the snow. Then we filled out a questionnaire and waited for the lawyers to arrive.
Who were late. Fine. Whatever it was a blizzard outside. Then the first thirty jurors were randomly called. I was not one of them. I updated friends on how my day of “civic duty” was going, told my bosses what was going on, and ate a Mojo bar.
Shortly after sometime in the afternoon a woman entered and told us, “Hi guys, so due to the weather, we’re going to be done for today. You’re all getting credit for your one day of serving. We’ll see you in six years!” So, they do sometimes close down for weather. I spent the latter part of the day buying sweaters that were on sale at the Gap (as I recently discovered that a majority of mine are too big).
I don’t always love the snow, but I definitely do when it gets me out of jury duty. See you in six years, judge.
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.