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Is This Real Life?
Today was ridiculous in the best way possible.
If not for the nagging twinge of pain in my right knee (nothing serious), I would be questioning whether or not I needed to wake up from a pretty nice dream.
After crushing yesterday’s long run (woo!), I was admittedly in rough shape. I wasn’t sore, but I was so tired and my legs felt like they weighed 2 million pounds. Sadly I didn’t get to spend the day resting and recovering, because I had to work.
I watched some dance classes (no dancing for me yesterday!), attended a seminar, took a break for dinner at Rue 57, then returned for the evening’s choreography competition.
By 9:30 pm I was shot and could barely keep my eyes open. I barely remember going to sleep last night.
And I slept until 9:30 this morning.
Much needed. I don’t remember the last time I slept that late and it felt so sinful and wonderful to stay in bed that long.
But today wasn’t all about rest: Coach Cane wanted me out running 4 gentle recovery miles on “a soft surface.”
So around 11 am I hit the road — the Bridle Path, actually — with a certain friend of mine.
And we had a particularly awesome celebrity sighting: Coach Cane and his fantastic wife, out for a run of their own!
Allow me to remind you all that Mrs. Coach Cane is the fantastic runner lady who ran with me during the NYRR Mini 10K back in June.
Do you also remember that she’s pregnant? She’s due in November (their fingers are crossed for an 11-11-2011 baby since they were married on 10-10-2010 — Coach Cane is into numbers) and she was out running like a champion.
I think she’s my idol.
It was great running into them and chatting for a bit — as always, running with others makes the miles go by much faster. Coach Cane was happy to see that I was running without headphones, though he did call me out for running with my phone in my hand…even though he has repeatedly told me not to.
But I assured him that I only ran with my phone today because I wanted to make sure I had a way to take a picture just in case I ran into him.
(I don’t think he bought it.)
My legs felt super heavy today as I slogged through 5 miles. It was hot and late in the day for me to be out there. But whatever. I got through it. And then my day got great.
I ate brunch at Taste, which was delicious.
I got an omelette with spinach, ham and cheddar cheese.
Here’s my omelette from the outside:
And in case you were wondering how much spinach they used, here you go:
With a full belly, it was off for a long walk through Central Park. Great people watching, though walking those hills wasn’t much easier than running them. My legs were screaming at me.
I walked from the Upper East Side all the way through Central Park and over to Herald Square.
That is very far.
Doable the day after your longest run ever? Barely.
Luckily I had good company. Wink.
Next stop? Aura Wellness Spa.
Yesterday I mentioned to my nice friend who is a boy that “we should get massages on Sunday.”
He liked the idea. And he made appointments.
Spa Aura is pretty incredible. I didn’t take pictures, obviously — I wanted my phone as far away as possible today so I could really relax — but check out the website. The spa has these four grottos which are basically sauna igloos.
Two of the grottos are really hot, one is a steam room and there’s an ice grotto. My skin was ridiculously soft after sitting in them for about 10 minutes.
Then it was massage time.
The massage was awesome. My massage therapist may have walked on my back. I was fine with it.
After the massage, I thought the fun was over.
And then a tray appeared in the room with a bottle of champagne, cantaloupe and crackers.
Well played, Aura. Well played. You brought my body back to life and got me a tiny bit drunk. You rule.
After a little steam action it was back to reality.
I’ve been craving mango salsa lately. My friend who is a man and is a good time managed to find a Mexican restaurant near the spa that served mango salsa.
Who does that?
So we went and got some.
And we chased it with 16 Handles.
Now I’ve got my air conditioning blasting and I’m ready for the week ahead.
TELL ME: What was the highlight of your weekend?