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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?

Trip to New York City, Part One

Since I spent four days in New York City, I’m writing two recaps.  So much happened, and I think breaking up everything into two parts will be easier.  Here we go!

Thursday

On Thursday morning, my mom and I drove to Rhinecliff, NY to catch an afternoon train bound for Penn Station.  When I go to NYC, I always take the train from Utica, but since my sister Margaret goes to school near Rhinecliff, we wanted to see her after our trip.  From the Syracuse-area, the drive took about two and a half hours, and we arrived in plenty of time to catch our 12:50 p.m. train.

The station itself was a little sketchy.  There were no road signs to the station, and it was difficult to find the long-term parking lots.  After driving around for a few minutes, though, we found the lot and headed to tracks.

After boarding, it was lunchtime!

I packed a turkey and red pepper wrap and also snacked on some green beans and red peppers, an apple, and a Chobani yogurt.  Traveling works up quite an appetite!  About an hour and twenty minutes later, we arrive at Penn Station, headed to our hotel in the Financial District, and started exploring.  As we headed toward Battery Park and walked along the water, I noticed how the area was open and sunny; it was quite a change of pace from the usual concrete jungle.  Before long, we wandered to the South Street Seaport and discovered a Yankees store—score!

Although tempting, I refrained from buying any glassware.

Once I have a kitchen/apartment, though, these are fair game.  Ready for an early dinner at 5 p.m., my mom and I made our way back toward the hotel and kept our eyes peeled for a good restaurant.  Here’s where we found our answer.

This narrow cobblestone street contained a bunch of bars and restaurants—and Wall Streeters!  Thursday’s stock market saw record highs, so hundreds of brokers hit the town to celebrate; it was packed!

We ultimately decided on Mad Dog and Beans and quickly ordered some wine and chips to take the edge off.

As we sipped and nibbled, I studied my surroundings and tried to keep myself from staring at the, er, scenery.  Tables of eight- or ten-men deep lined the street, and the male-to-female ratio was easily 10:1.  Why didn’t I major in Economics?!  Anyway, for my entrée, I ordered a shrimp and vegetable dish that came with Mexican rice and black beans.

It was good, but not great.  In this area, though, you’re paying for the atmosphere, not the food.  Back at the hotel, my mom and I broke into one of the complimentary cookies we received at check-in.

Perfect way to end the evening!

Friday

With my internship interview scheduled for 10 a.m., I woke up around 7 a.m. to track down a Starbucks.  Hey, a girl’s gotta have her caffeine.

From home, I brought a protein bar for breakfast.

Since the interview was less than a five-minute walk from the hotel, I enjoyed a leisurely morning before heading over.  The interview itself went well.  My interviewer was young—only one year older than me—so we hit it off, and there were no unexpected questions.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed it works out!

Afterwards, my mom and I headed to Chelsea to look around and grab a bite to eat.  I’ve spent a little time in the area before, and it was nice to take in what would hopefully be my neighborhood.  We wandered around the 20th to 25th Street area between 6th, 7th, and 8th Avenues before heading to Energy Kitchen for lunch.

I first discovered this eatery when I interned in NYC two summers ago—it was relatively close to my dorm—and at least one of my weekend meals would come from Energy Kitchen.  The chain has a great philosophy:  Everything on the menu is less than 500 calories, and it’s all grilled, baked or steamed.

Talk about super healthy and super good for you.  I went with an old favorite:  chicken fajita wrap.

And it was just as delicious as I remembered.

After lunch, my mom and I met Alex, our real-estate agent. (One of my former collegiate basketball teammates recommended him.) That afternoon, we went to two different buildings and saw a total of four apartments.  The first building, in which we looked at two apartments, wasn’t great; my mom and I knew right away it was a no-go.  As we walked to the second building, I started to get nervous; what if we didn’t find anything?  Luckily, though, as soon as we entered the second building, I had a good feeling.  Michael, the on-site agent, gave us a tour of the building—fitness center, laundry room, etc.—and took us up to the two apartments.  Holy cow—very spacious with modern finishes, plus a carpeted bedroom.

The only differences between the two included space (one was about 100 sq. feet larger), location (east vs. west windows), price, and move-in dates.  After seeing these options, my mom and I knew this building was the one to beat, and we decided to come back Saturday afternoon so my dad could see it.

After parting ways with Alex, my mom and I walked to Soft Serve Fruit Co., another one of my NYC favorites.

Basically, soft serve fruit is a better-for-you alternative to both ice-cream and frozen yogurt; it’s gluten-free, dairy-free, and contains only three ingredients (fruit, filtered water, and a touch of organic cane sugar).  The flavors available rotate—apple, banana, tangerine, and dark chocolate were our choices—and there are a ton of healthy toppings like fresh fruit, nuts, and granola.  For my afternoon snack, I selected apple with sliced almonds and dark chocolate chips.

Yummy!  As long as we were in the Union Square area, I swung by JackRabbit Sports, which Athlete Again said was an awesome running, cycling, and triathloning store.

Fleet Feet and Syracuse Bicycle will always have places in my heart, but this will most likely be my go-to store in the city.

After eating and discussing the apartments, my mom and I headed back to the hotel to meet my dad.  We filled him in on the options we saw, and we decided to go to an evening open house Alex mentioned earlier that afternoon.  It was nice to see another apartment just for comparison, but it wasn’t in the running.  Since we had one strong potential option, we asked Alex to expand the search and see if there was anything available farther west. (An apartment in that direction would be closer to Chelsea Piers, the site of the triathlon club I plan to join—post coming soon!) We agreed to meet at 2 p.m. the next day so my dad could see “the (potential) one” before seeing options from the extended search.

For dinner, my parents and I headed to Markt, a Belgian restaurant and one of our city go-to’s.  My pictures didn’t come out well thanks to the lack of light, but the food was delicious.  We started with some oysters and a shrimp and pomegranate salad.

I ordered poached salmon, which was delicious, but didn’t photograph well.  The three of us split chocolate mouse for dessert, too.  Alright, that’s it for the first recap!