Living in Manhattan, your feet are your primary mode of transportation. As a runner, I often kill two birds with one stone when I have an annoying errand to do by running the errand, literally, as my workout for the day.
And so yesterday, when I had a particularly annoying errand to do – a trip to our storage unit to retrieve a pair of crutches for the hubs and his mysteriously gimpy foot – I sucked it up and laced up my running shoes rather than wasting an hour on various subways or $25 on a cab. Besides, it was a gorgeous day out – a great day for a 6-mile running adventure across the Queensboro Bridge and into Long Island City.
Heading crosstown and up 2nd Av was pretty uneventful. I basked in the sun and chuckled at a handful of hardy East Village brunchers dining alfresco; 45 degrees in January is amazing, but I still think I’d be sitting inside!
After a bit of confusion over how to get on to the bridge, and a hop over a short fence, I crossed over the East River. (And guess what – I could have even ridden the gondola, had I been so inclined! Although I suppose that would have only taken me halfway across the river to Roosevelt Island. I’m still confused by the gondola – is it a tourist thing, or do people who live on RI use it to commute? So strange.)
Once I hit the streets of Long Island City in Queens I got all sorts of confuzzled. Giant intersections with no pedestrian crossings. Train tracks going every-which-way. Streets with confusingly similar names (Queens Plaza versus Queens Blvd). Um…Google Maps didn’t mention any of this!
Finally I ducked into a subway station to look at the map and figured out which way I needed to go. Just as I got myself headed in the correct direction, I looked over to see a dude popping a squat and…pooping? Behind a car? Really?!
Way to keep it classy, Queens.
Got to storage, snagged the crutches, and headed back out toward the 7 train. I was hungry and anxious to get home, having wasted so much time getting lost and dodging covert crappers. So I broke into a light jog for the half-mile trek to the subway station.
And then realized I must look like a total nutcase – running down the street carrying a pair of crutches.
So if you see me on pictureisunrelated….show me some compassion. There was a guy crapping on the street, for the love of god. I just wanted to get home.
Today’s EAT: The hubs is out of town tonight*, and I was so very tempted to order delivery. However, I was a good girl. I scavenged in the freezer and managed to whip up a tasty little concoction: Sausage and Shallot Pasta with Browned Butter.
And yes, it was relatively healthy! With whole wheat pasta and a pretty tiny amount of butter, given how I named it. Looking forward to the leftovers tomorrow for lunch!
Today’s DRINK: It is actually really nice to have some alone time! I’m relaxing with a glass of good red wine – E.B. Foote Northwest Duet:
Good red wine, football, and snuggling with my kitties. A great Sunday, if you ask me!
Today’s RUN: Continued my recent Sunday tradition of taking the day off running and going to a 90-minute yoga class instead. Which was just as well, as it was raining and icky. I actually don’t mind running in the rain, but it can be a little challenging in NYC – at least, in my neighborhood. Dodging umbrellas while running is not fun. Between that and the nasty puddles that form on the sidewalks – I mean, I see how many dogs pee and poo on them every day…
Not to mention the people who do. HA. Kidding….?
*Yes….he is traveling while on crutches. His doctor told him to call the airport to request a wheelchair to get him on the plane – which I found quite amusing. I am a terrible wife.