100th Blog Post

Wow. 100 posts. Who knew I had so much to say *snort* besides, oh, everyone? Well, happy 100th Blog Post Day to me. Do I get a cake? Don’t TV shows celebrate their 100th show with a big cake and a party? I love a party. And cake. All parties and cakes can be directed to my apartment this evening.

Today also happens to be the 7 year anniversary of JB & my first date. Awwww…yay us! That’s a long time and a lot of stuff in those 7 years. We don’t celebrate this anniversary anymore (we have a BIGGER one now) but it’s always fun to think back on how it all began when he picked me up in a bar down on the Lower East Side before I said to him, “I gotta go home and sleep so I can run 15 miles tomorrow.” Clearly my little running habit did not intimidate this Marine. Second date = 12 mile run in Central Park. Swoon.

And this weekend was awesome. Let me tell you all about it but let me first suggest this: try something new this week. Variety is the spice of life and of your fitness life, too! Running is so great and I feel better out on the roads than most anywhere else in the world, but I feel so great out there because running isn’t the only thing I do.

Example, this weekend:

Ya’ll read about what a bananas schedule I was going to have on Saturday and BANANAS it was! I did it ALL and then I slept for 10 hours, took a 2 hour nap and generally laid around all day on Sunday with JB. Perfect.

First, let me show how luluelmon athletica celebrates a store opening with a Soul Cycle class in the middle of Madison Avenue.

     

Me (2nd row!) and the Harlem Gospel Choir, who sang as we spun (spinned?).

        

Pretty badass.

And then I had the distinct pleasure of attending the fabulous Aleah Stander’s “B” to our BRICK class at Flywheel Sports, my own personal heaven. This is what 45 sweaty rock stars looks like. And what I look like after a class. Sweaty. Beast.

     

Good thing Flywheel is a judgement-free zone where sweat is concerned! Then we were off to the “R” portion of our BRICK. Central Park was sporting a perfect Fall day for us.

      

There is nothing more inspiring and beautiful than people trying new things and pushing their bodies to new heights. I want to encourage all of you go out and try something new. Your own BRICK workout (or come to our next one on Ocotber 29th!). Try an indoor cycling class. Join a tri team. Rollerblade for the first time. Go for a swim in the ocean (not just a dip). Do yoga. Take a dance class. Try a martial art. Do a trapeze class. Ride a horse. Sign up for an outdoor boot camp class. Do something else. Your body will thank you.

Fitness is supposed to be fun. If it’s not fun, you’re doing it WRONG. So, mix it up and seek out other forms of activity. Avoid the rut and try new things. That is my challenge to you. What will you try this week/month? Think about it and let me know!

Now go out and run!

Battle Of Brooklyn Recap

JB and I just sat down for lunch (yes, lunch at 11am) after finishing the Battle of Brooklyn this morning and all I have to say is: Holy sweaty runner, Batman! I am not unaccustomed to getting my sweat on during a run, especially a 10-miler in August, but Oh. My. God. I think I left puddles along the course in Prospect Park. Yikes.

We almost didn’t make it to Brooklyn because our cab driver felt compelled to drive at the speed of sound down the FDR. I was convinced it was the end of us. No, we did not take the train to Brooklyn at 6am. We are that couple. My husband more so than me, but I really don’t put up much of a fight when it means I can get up at 6:30 (a much more reasonable hour) and do my morning routine without being stressed out about train times. Stress + UC = emergency bathroom breaks mid-race. So, yeah. We took a cab. And almost died.

Well, at least there wasn't a chance in hell we'd be late for the start!

Upon arrival, I thanked all of my guardian angels and headed to the POJ to do my thang. Ummmm….memo to Jackrabbit: When there are hundreds of people coming to your race, 7 POJ’s is insufficient. You read that right: 7. For a race. I was horrified and immediately staked a place in line, hoping I’d get to go before the start, suddenly thankful for my speed demon of a taxi driver.

Wow. Just...wow. Clearly, they did not know I was coming to this race.

One woman complained to some official-looking person. His response, "At 8:05, the lines will be gone!" PS. The race started at 8:00. Nice.

Thankfully, I made it in and out and to the start line with JB in plenty of time. A very unceremonious (not in a bad way) “GO!” started the 10 mile race. We took off downhill, steering clear of the brilliant runners who thought their 10 minute per mile pace warranted a front-line start. I will never understand that. Anyway, the park wasn’t too crowded and the race wasn’t either so it was a great run to pace it out and relax. 1st mile downhill = 7:15 first mile. Ooops. I did not keep that up. JB hung back and we both just tried to get a handle on our pace.

I really enjoyed running through Prospect Park. It’s not nearly as crowded as Central Park, the loop is shorter and friends who live in Park Slope come out to cheer! Nothing’s better than having friends cheer for you as you muddle through a soggy 10 miles. I must’ve looked super sexy.

JB passed me around mile 8, which I love. He’s 6’2” and a former Marine, so I fully expect he will be the fast one in the family. He finished about 15 seconds ahead of me and cheered for me at the finish line. Good man. Hard to miss the sound of someone shouting, “Go Abigail!” (he doesn’t call me Abby–ever). I love that he’s coming out of his cheerleader shell! Go honeybun!

So, done and done. We both ran just under 8 minute miles. Not exactly my goal, but close to it and the weather being what it was, I’m happy. We ran into Ali who was sporting her “I ♥ SWEAT” shirt, a perfect theme for the race.

Clearly, I support this statement because, well, duh...

We also saw our friend from lululemon Run Club, Secret Agent Man who fully kicked our butts and later confessed he was struggling out there as well. No one was immune to the humidity beast today! We’re all just thrilled we finished.

Success!

I am home, showered, in my robe and about to devour my tacos. Do not get in between me and my food after a race. I will hurt you. Battle of Brooklyn winner? Me!

What did you do this weekend? Did you rock a run or take a break? Tell me and then…

Go out and run!