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Operation: Sloth Week

Hey, friends—how’s it going?  First, thanks for your kind comments on my previous post.  Although that half-marathon went from really good to really bad in a matter of seconds, I probably spoke too soon when I swore off the distance.

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Shout out to my mom for the picture.  Even though my stomach was down for the count, it looks like my form is somewhat decent, ha.

I will not let 13.1 miles get the best of me!  But before I make a rash decision and sign up for another race, I’ve been taking advantage of some much needed downtime—which I’ve deemed Operation: Sloth Week.

The premise is simple: no training, no exercising, and eating whatever I want.

Let’s start with eating because that’s easy.  My dad is visiting this week, so we’ve been enjoying meals out.  As you saw on Sunday, we hit up Madison Square Eats, and on Monday, we went to a neighborhood favorite, Markt, a Belgian restaurant.

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Boo for poor lighting.

This meal isn’t incredibly slothy: red snapper with mashed potatoes and Brussels sprouts.  Unpictured, however, are two glasses of wine and coffee heath bar ice cream.

Tuesday evening, we went to see Kinky Boots on Broadway.

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It won the 2013 Tony for Best Musical, and it was a great show!  Plus, how can any form of entertainment that centers on shoes (shoes, shoes, shoes, OMG, shoes) be a bad thing?  We grabbed some pizza after, and I inhaled it so quickly that I forgot “proper blogger technique” and didn’t take a picture.

It’s also highly possible I had pizza for lunch yesterday.

We also had a store meeting last night, and since I’m working on being a real person, the 8:30 p.m. start time didn’t phase me as much as it would’ve last week.  And no swimming at 5:45 a.m. this morning meant I could actually have a beer.  I know—I’m going crazy.

So yeah, the food has been great, but honestly, not working out has been challenging.  I relished in doing absolutely nothing Monday and Tuesday, but I really wanted to run yesterday.  And today. (Victoria, you were so right; it’s Thursday, and I’m dying to do something!) On the bright side, I have an outreach “meeting” tomorrow morning at a cycling studio, and the instructor invited me to try out her class. (Have I mentioned how much I love my job?) So slothing—in terms of not exercising—will end shortly.

One aspect of Sloth Week I didn’t anticipate included how going from regular training to absolutely nothing would affect me mentally.  Monday was OK because it seemed like a normal rest day, but by Tuesday, I felt ancy; I didn’t have as much energy, I didn’t feel sharp mentally, and I basically didn’t feel like myself.  And I’ve also felt like a poser this week at the store.  I mean, when customers ask how often you run, what do you say?  ‘Usually four times a week except when I’m being a sloth’ doesn’t sound legit.

Anyway, yes, I’ve taken advantage of this unstructured downtime, but I’m definitely ready to start sprinkling in some swimming, biking, running, and strength training again.

How often to you take a break from training and/or exercising?  How does working out affect you mentally?

Foodie Friday – Chelsea Market

Happy Friday, everyone!  I’m currently en route to Montauk for Saturday’s triathlon, but I want to share some escapades from my mommy’s visit last week.

Wednesday

My mom met me after my shift ended at work, and we wandered around Union Square and went to The Strand until it was time for dinner.  This was a no-brainer:  Rosa Mexicano, here we come!

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We polished off some guac, chips, and one pitcher of red sangria, plus our delicious chicken enchilada entrees. (She totally copied me.) Everything tasted so delicious, but not going to lie, my stomach was not happy the next few days.  You win some, you lose some.

Thursday

Since I had a double-off day (no work and no workout), my mom signed us up for a Foods of New York walking tour of Chelsea Market.

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Fourteen people comprised our three-hour long tour, and our guide Darryl was hilarious.  He’s an actor, so he’d randomly start singing and dancing.  Anyway, our first stop of the day was Eleni’s, a bakery that fuses sweet treats with graphic art.

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The Chelsea Market shop was huge and had a ton of delicious looking cookies.

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And cupcakes.

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Nothing like a mini-red velvet cupcake at 10 a.m.  And I know Tim O’Donnell and Mirinda Carfrae would approve!

Next, we took a quick peek inside Chelsea Wine Vault, and I loved seeing a few CNY bottles.

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Woohoo for hometown pride!  No tastings unfortunately, but the store does offer classes, and my mom and I decided we’ll do one next time—with my dad, too, of course.

A quick chocolate milk break at Ronnybrook Milk Bar followed, and then we looked around Spices and Tease and Nutbox.

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You’re not a healthy living blogging unless you photograph various nutbutters, right?

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We visited Lucy’s Whey for cheddar cheese and a sinful grilled cheese panini.

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I’m not a huge cheese person (so weird, I know), but I easily polished off this comfort food favorite.

During our break, we had time to browse a bit, and I found this chipotle extra virgin olive oil at The Filling Station.

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Yes, chipotle EVOO.  How good does that sound?

Farther into this store area, there was a book exchange.

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Too funny!

Anyway, even though I started to feel full, I powered a quiche-like sampling at Buon Italia, a sausage roll, and some chocolate at Jacques Torres.

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Our final stop in Chelsea Market was Sarabeth’s where we tasted a scone with jam and marmalade.

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The tour then took us outside to the High Line, and we walked further into the Meatpacking District to Marcelleria for some pasta.

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And later that night, my mom and I saw The Book of Mormon on Broadway.

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Two words:  hilariously obscene!

What’s your favorite way to explore a city?  Have you been on a walking tour?

Snapshot Friday and Saturday

Every time my family visits, I tell myself I’ll be a good blogger, take tons of pictures, and write a really detailed recap about our adventures.  And every time I fail miserably—ha!  This weekend, though, I managed to snap a few pics, so I’ll share those with you.

Friday

After rocking my wetsuit at Friday’s swim practice, I spent the day hanging out with my sister Margaret.  First, we ate lunch at Terri, an organic and vegetarian restaurant.

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I ordered the “tuna” melt (aka chickpea salad) with a side of roasted sweet potatoes.

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It tasted great and kept me full during our entire shopping trip, which included stops at Zara and Kate Spade.

Margaret trying on shoes—YOLO.

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I took a class in college with Michele called “He Says, She Says,” so I found this iPhone cover oh so rhetorical.

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Even though it was blizzarding in NYC, Margaret and I ordered our first iced coffees Americanos of the season.

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Spring better be on the way!

My parents and sister Ellen arrived later that night and brought some goodies from my grandma—homemade sauce and meatballs for the win!

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I cannot wait to break into this stash.

Saturday

My weekend started with a Full Throttle Endurance swimming practice at Chelsea Piers and brunch at my teammate’s apartment. (Er, triathlete brunch, I guess; we ate around 9:30 a.m.—ha!) I didn’t want to be a creeper and whip out my iPhone, but the spread was impressive:  waffles and whipped cream made from scratch, asparagus and goat cheese frittata, plus bacon, Italian biscotti, and sparkling apple cider.  Holy moley, everything was so good!  I also enjoyed hanging out with my teammates outside of swimming, biking, and running.  Yes, we talked triathlons the entire time, but it was great to focus on the conversation without keeping an eye on the clock to time our rest and intervals.

Back at my apartment, my family and I watched the first half of the Syracuse basketball game (I don’t want to talk about the final result) before heading uptown to see Jersey Boys.

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Absolutely incredible!

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And get this—one of the “swing” cast members played Frankie Valli, and he totally killed it!  He even had his own friends and family cheering section.

Speaking of family …

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Doing what we do best—goofing off!

Next, we wandered around Chelsea Market briefly, but it was a bit difficult navigation-wise with all five of us, so we didn’t stay very long.  I was also experiencing some stomach troubles and was so not in the mood to take pictures.

For dinner, we went to a Raymi, a Peruvian restaurant for dinner, and it was phenomenal!  Again, not pictures due to being girl-down, but we plan to go back.

How was your weekend?

Seeing The Heiress on Broadway

Let the weekend recaps begin!

On Thursday, my mom came to the city—we were going to the Open House at Random House the next day—and we brainstormed what to do that night.  Seeing Anna Karenina was an option, but earlier that week, I had seen a TV segment highlighting The Heiress.

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Although the show sounded intriguing, it was Dan Stevens—aka heartthrob Cousin Matthew from Downton Abbey—who peaked my interest.

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When I mentioned seeing the Broadway production to my mom, she told me she saved a newspaper clipping about the show; we were totally on the same page—like mother, like daughter—so getting tickets was a no-brainer.  Cousin Matthew, here I come!

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Held in the Walter Kerr Theatre, the show featured well-known actors like Jessica Chastain (The Help), David Strathairn (Good Night, and Good Luck), and Judith Ivey (two-time Tony Award winner).

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Did I mention gorgeous Dan Stevens?

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Set in the mid-19th century in Washington Square, the story centers on Catherine Sloper (Chastain), the shy and sheltered daughter of a prominent New Yorker (Strathairn).  Caught between the demands of her emotionally distant father and the attentions of a passionate young suitor (Stevens), Catherine must navigate the terrain of love and regret, desire and duty, a chance for happiness and the burden of fortune … “as only an heiress can.”

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Photography was prohibited during the show, but here are a few pictures from the website.

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Overall, I really enjoyed it.  Beforehand, I read some reviews, and for the most part, critics were split.  A lot of them said people who’ve read the novel it’s based on would be disappointed (Washington Square by Henry James), as would folks who’ve watched the 1947 Broadway version (starring Wendy Hiller, Basil Rathbone, and Peter Cookson) and/or the 1949 film (featuring Olivia de Havilland, Ralph Richardson, and Montgomery Clift).  Since I’m unfamiliar with these versions, I had no comparison to make, so I liked it.  Both Strathairn and Ivey were phenomenal, and I also appreciated drooling over watching Stevens portray another character. (It’s possible my mom had to restrain me when he walked on stage for the first time; we sat in the third row, so we were super close!) It almost didn’t seem like him when he spoke in an American accent, which helped me keep noble Cousin Matthew and dodgy Morris Townsend separate.  However, as some of the critics articulated, Chastain fell short for me.  When you’re watching a movie, do you ever feel so embarrassed for a character that you literally can’t watch?  Like you close your eyes and look away?  I anticipated that level of awkwardness, so it was disappointing in a sense that I never felt embarrassed for her.  Good show overall, though!

Have you ever seen a big-scale play or musical?  If you could see any show on Broadway, which would you pick?