Thursday morning, I ran 4.35 miles around my neighborhood. It took me a while since I was still recovering from the effort of Wednesday evening’s race. Oh, and that night I hosted a cocktail party in the Penthouse Suite of the Omni Berkshire Place, as a capstone event to a cross-promotion for one of my imprint’s cookbook authors. I had three glasses of white wine and enough nibbles to help me sleep like a champ.
Friday evening was Husband’s little sister’s wedding, and I was one of six bridesmaids. (Because I had to show up at the stylist’s with my hair “dirty,” I ran just one measly mile that morning to keep my streak going.) After many hours of watching the bride and her maids primp (I was ready at 3 PM, but we didn’t leave for pictures until 6:30), we spent a quick hour taking photographs. By 7:30 we all basked in the bride and groom’s happiness as they said the vows that would spiritually and romantically (not to mention financially) bind them to each other forever. It was a gorgeous setting, at a gazebo overlooking the Hudson River, the trees in full leaf and the sky still softly lit by a late evening sun.
As we walked away from the gazebo and followed the newlyweds back to the bridal suite, we all traipsed right past the bar. Oh, the sultry allure of an uncorked bottle of red wine. You can bet your bupkis I was belly up to that bar no less than eight minutes later (no, seriously, I was the first bridesmaid to slip out of the suite and arrive at the cocktail hour). The reception went until well past midnight; before I knew it I looked up and the ballroom was empty, just a few of the closest relatives and most dedicated partiers hanging tough. I may have snored softly in the passenger seat as Husband carefully drove us home.
I awoke Saturday hungover, my feet still sore and swollen from 10 hours in bedazzled high heels. I spent the entire day squirreled away at the office, emerging with just enough time to run one mile in the moist evening air. Once my dog stopped barking, I slept like a woman who had traveled across state lines to meet her lover.
Who said Sunday was a day of rest? I can’t remember the last time I took it easy on a Sunday, and today was no exception. I was up at 6 AM to run 10 miles, my final long run in preparation for the Soldier Field 10 Mile race in Chicago, IL next weekend. (This is the most casual preparation I’ve ever given to a longer distance race. I like it, but I don’t prefer it.) It was a great run, and halfway into it I realized I could make it a progression run, so I went for it. Miles 1-3: 29:10; Miles 4-6: 27 flat; Miles 7-9: 26:07 and Mile 10 8:28. I felt my body revving up, mile by mile. I love that feeling of speed building from within, of giving off heat, of knowing I can keep it up.
This afternoon was spent watching various social circles of my world overlap and merge like congenial amoeba at the Team Fox Young Professionals Sunday Funday Brunch at Dos Caminos in the Meatpacking district. Twitter runners, over here. Work pals, over there. Husband, in the middle. Not only did they all get along, but I kept myself upright despite the two mimosas and three frozen margaritas I drank. Even better news: I think we raised over $10,000 for the Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research! Final tally to come but wow, I am touched and gratified by everyone that supported the cause. I know some of you had asked if you could contribute even if you were unable to attend, and the answer is YES! You can make a donation to the MJFF here.
Special thanks to my friends who came out today; I am so so grateful and it was a treat to hang out with you all together. SHOUT-OUTS…. From home, Husband. From work, BB, SR, LC and DT (he’s also from running @runner510). From running, EN, @NYCe, @runamyrun, @electricmeat, @nieves111, @BklynRunner and @mycbklyngirl.
Songs I ran to today: “O Ceu” by Marisa Monte, “O Leanzinho” by Gaetano Veloso, “Oak Cliff Bra” by Edie Brickell & New Bohemians, “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” by the Beatles, “Obvious Child” by Paul Simon, “The Ocean in Between” by Matthew Sweet, “Oh Child” by New Bohemians, “Oh L’Amour” by Erasure, “Oh!” by Sleater-Kinney, “Old White Lincoln” by the Gaslight Anthem, “On My Way” by Billy Boy on Poison, “Once in a Lifetime” by Talking Heads, “One of Us” by Joan Osborne, “One Way or Another” by Blondie, “One Woman Man” by Josh Turner, “Only You Know and I Know” by Joan Osborne, “Open Door” by Josh Ritter, “An Open Letter to NYC” by Beastie Boys, “Open Up the Door” by Jonah Smith, “Open Your Heart” by Madonna, “Opening: I Can’t Turn You Loose” by the Blues Brothers, “Opera Singer” by Cake, “Optimistic Thoughts” by Blues Traveler, “Otto e mezzo” by Irene Grandi, “Over It” by Matthew Sweet, “Overkill (acoustic version)” by Colin Hay