I get bored very easily.
If you only know me through my blog, this may shock you.
I eat the same things over and over again. (Hello sunflower butter sandwiches, spinach feta wraps and Pump.)
I run three to four times a week.
But I actually get bored very easily.
Bored of the same running routes, bored of going to the same places. (No offense, D.C. people, but this is why I had to leave. I felt like I’d been to everywhere I wanted to go and then just kept going back to the same places over and over again. Of course, after I leave, D.C. has to go put in all kinds of cool new restaurants and bars.)
Anyway, today, the idea of heading to the West Side Highway or Central Park to run sounded on par with running on the dreadmill: something I just did not want to do.
So I ran east to the East River path.
I did about a 2-mile warmup and then did 7 x 800s with 50-second rest intervals. I ended the intervals down by South Street Seaport and saw two options: go to the gym, cool-down on the treadmill and hop on the subway or run two more miles and then hop on the subway. I decided to go for the latter since it’d mean more outside time.
I ended right around NYU and started walking west–hello Washington Square Arch.
Once I got to 14th Street, I started seeing lots of interesting stuff. 1,580 faces by artist Felix Morelo.
The Cocoon Sojourn, which is supposedly a ritual honoring the sunset. Whatever it is, it moves west on 14th Street, and was really interesting to watch.
I <3 NY.
How do you keep yourself from getting stuck in ruts–workout or otherwise? Or are you just a creature of habit?