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Saving Myself for the Bunny

Happy belated Easter/Passover!

I’m back in NYC after a fun Easter in NJ.

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I made a tough decision of which hummus to pick from a display of basically hundreds. (Sabra Sun-Dried Tomato, if you were wondering.)

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Ate salad AND pasta. (Linguine with white clam sauce.)

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Dyed Easter Eggs.

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Gave Bailey a bunny basket.

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Ate eggs with mozzarella. Maybe not pretty, but delicious.

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Drank mimosas.

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Ate things in flaky pastry. (Pigs in a blanket and spanakopita.)

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Paused for a doggie photoshoot.

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“What are you doing?!”

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I don’t even know.

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After the appetizers came the spaghetti course, obviously. I went with whole wheat pasta with mine.

Usually, we take a very short break between the spaghetti course and every other course, but yesterday, we were absolutely stuffed, so we took a long break and a long walk. (In which I tricked my mom and Lacey into a longer walk.)

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Round two involved Brussels sprouts with bacon and maple syrup.

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A spinach salad with goat cheese, grape tomatoes and balsamic vinaigrette.

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And half a sweet potato and chateaubriand. Which was all delicious and stuff…

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But I was saving myself for this bunny ice cream cake.

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And this morning, I miraculously was out of bed at 5:50 to run 4.5 miles with Ashley. I’m glad we’re living close to each other, because Ashley is definitely a morning exerciser, and I’m hoping we’ll have more morning workout dates.

Not Fooling Myself

After 29 years, you’d think I’d know myself.

But yet, I go to the grocery store and convince myself that if I fill my cart with nothing but healthy stuff, I’ll be the healthiest person in the world.

I convince myself I’m going to become a morning exerciser.

It’s like I don’t know myself.

But yesterday, I had plans to come out to NJ for Easter with my friend Lacey.

I have a hard time motivating myself to exercise when I’m at my parents’ house and in full-on relaxation mode (um, as full-on as a semi-neurotic New Yorker can really get). Add in a friend who’s not a runner?

Yeah, no way in hell was I going to get my run in today.

Yet I laid in bed for a good portion of yesterday morning, reasoning with myself how I could, indeed, get up before everyone else today and run.

HA.

Finally, I realized that there was actually no way in hell I would do that, and so I went out for my last 8-miler before the More/Fitness Half next week.

[Speaking of the More Half: apparently they just opened some more entries! Use this link and the code HALFMOREFIT12. Props to Michele for this info.]

So, I putzed around until around 10:30, even though I had brunch plans at 12.

I had two choices: go to brunch sweaty or not run. Sweaty it was.

I ran down to Battery Park and back, and it was a gorgeous day.

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I used to live in the Financial District when I started running, and running down there brings back all my happy memories of being a new runner and being so excited by every new running milestone.

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Brunch wasn’t nearly all the way back to my apartment, so I had to so some creative running to get in the rest of my 8 miles. I ended up running around the High Line, elbowing dodging tourists, to finish at Rocking Horse Café, where I was meeting Emily.

 

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I’m pretty sure I had sweet dreams of this breakfast burrito last night.

Whole wheat tortilla, eggs, avocado, hanger steak and panela cheese. And amazingness. I basically just ordered this as a vehicle to get some avocado into my mouth. $14.95 with a cocktail? And done. This was an awesome way to get in some carbs and protein immediately post-run.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, there are some Jelly Bellys calling my name.

What have you finally admitted when you stopped fooling yourself?