Yesterday morning I was talking to my mom as I walked Bailey.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I asked. (90% of the time when I call her, I’m walking him.)
“Let’s see,” she said. “You’re either walking Bailey or you’re getting ready to go for a run.”
Correct on both counts. While I am not the kind of person who has to have everything scheduled down to the minute (in fact, that drives me nuts), I do thrive on some sort of routine. Old Theodora, who had no hobbies of her own, was unhealthy and entirely co-dependent on her friends, would sit around and wait for people to make plans with her. Other than getting up and going to work, she didn’t have much of her own routine.
These days? There’s one thing that’s a definite part of my weekend routine, and that’s running.
Whether I’m training for a marathon or not training for anything at all, there are very few Saturday mornings I’m not headed out for a run.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love that running has become such a big part of my life, and I love that it’s something that’s always there for me, when I’m happy, sad or somewhere in between.
Yesterday morning’s run was with my NYJL run group. I was running a bit late, so I started on the west side of the park and ran east to meet up with them, running into Michele somewhere in between! I ran a total of 4 miles, and then we went to the Central Park Boathouse afterwards for a little brunching action.
I had the veggie omelette with…more veggies on the side. The omelette was one of the specials, and I didn’t realize that avocado would be on it, so I was basically like a kid on Christmas when I discovered the avocado on top of the omelette.
After brunch, I was craving some me time, so I headed over to the Yoga Journal conference to wander the expo by myself.
For someone who’s newly obsessed with yoga, this was like a dream come true. I don’t do yoga a ton at home, but I bought blocks and a strap for the times that I do. Also, I really just wanted a block to lay on sometimes to release soreness in my sacrum and hip flexors. I went home after, got Bailey and spent most of the rest of the afternoon wandering a street festival with Bailey. He ate lots of funnel cake and is now the owner of three new pashminas.
Hello, blueberry pisco. You are wonderful.
Once I’d had enough time with myself, I met up with Lacey for drinks and a comedy show. Mike Vecchione was the headliner, and he was okay, but Ophira Eisenberg, the host, totally stole the show. She is freaking hilarious, and apparently I’d seen her before.
What’s part of your regular weekend routine? And who’s your favorite comedian?