My mom makes the best fucking cheesecake on the whole planet. I don’t care, your fancy schmancy gourmet baker’s whathaveyou–my mom’s cheesecake is THE BEST. My dad made a pretty good ham this year, too, preparing it with dried apricots and madiera wine, instead of the usual pineapple and maraschino cherries. I knew going into the day that there was no way I’d eat just one slice of cheescake. I wasn’t even going to fake that I had the willpower or the desire to have just one slice.
I woke up at 7 AM to beat the forecasted rain (so smart! forget that I was hung over from the 1/2 bottle of champage and 1/2 bottle of pinot noir I drank). I pulled on my capri tights to go running, Uh huh, two slices of cheesecake. Week 1 of marathon training called for a 10-miler today, so I was about to run that cheesecake right out of town.
It was about 40 degrees, so not too cold but the skies were foggy and gray. Despite my misgivings about the windy conditions on the bridge and the East River Rec Path, I chose to run that way anyway; I had a feeling it would be deserted and I was in one of those moods where I just wanted to be alone.
The wind was something else–it was either blowing right in my face or coming at me from the side. The whole two miles up the East River Rec Path to the Ward’s Island Bridge (my turn around point) was straight into a frigid breeze. My primarily motivation was to keep battling because that’s how I was going to stay warm! The two miles back down to the 59th Street Bridge were the easiest part of my workout, with the wind at my back and pretty views of the East River to my left. I even ran past a somewhat melted snowman. I stopped to take a picture but it’s so hazy you can barely make it out. When I crossed the Queensboro Bridge to come home, it was like a cruel joke. Not only was the wind southerly (therefore, hitting me with full strength since the pedestrian lane is on the northern side of the bridge), but it was now replete with little bits of freezing rain which were pelting me in the face. Fuck this! I ran as fast as I could to get the hell out of that weather.
All told, I finished in 1:34:48, pace 9:28; slowest mile 10:21; fastest mile 8:31. I wonder if I’ll be able to get that average pace down over the course of my training. In any event, I burned 1,125 calorie–definitely two slices of cheesecake.