So, this news might be a little belated, but we made it through the hurricane.
We emerged from our forced captivity on Sunday to find the big tree in our corner of Central Park had not made it through the night. Sadness.
Other than that, we were thankfully spared. Sofia and I went on a 6 mile run on Sunday to assess the damage along the East River.
Then Sofia suddenly got the rage and pulled down this bus stop sign. Wha?
Anyway, quite thankful that our area didn’t incur any real devastation, and my thoughts are with those whose homes and lives were more affected by the storm. Also, it’s really good to know our city can get its act together when it counts. Right?
I took Monday off in favor of a ladies’ night (and too much wine) with Sofia, Rebecca, Leslie, and Katie. I made a salad that smelled terrible but tasted awesome (what’s new?) and Sofia made tiny addictive cookies of which I ate at least 7 or 8.
Tonight, I had running class.
It was amazing.
I took pictures and they didn’t turn out because (guess what!) it’s getting dark out a whole lot earlier lately.
But the sunset was lovely, take my word for it.
The workout: a little over 5 miles altogether. We did a 1.5 mile warm up to 110th Street. From there, we ran the end of the NYC Marathon. The next mile we held steady around an 8:30 pace. Then we did a .5 mile pickup at a 7:15 pace, followed by a mile in 7:30. We slowed it back down to an 8:30 pace for a while and did another .25 pickup near the end.
I felt wonderful the whole time. Even that 7:30 mile.
Partially because I’m confident that I’m ready but mostly because Coach Shelly says so, I’m moving up to the next level next week.
Sometimes I forget why I blog about this stuff. Then I realize it’s so I can remember nights like this.
That’s enough for now.