On Saturday morning my husband and I woke up bright and early and caught a train into New York City to visit his sister and her husband. The train ride in felt quick and she met us at Penn Station. From there we walked past the Empire State Building; a trip to the top now costs $27. Yikes. So we kept on walking… and caught a train to Bryant Park and walked to the site where the Twin Towers once stood. I wanted to see the 9/11 memorial, but it appears that you have to sign up in advance for the passes to enter. It was strange being there in that spot, with all of the emotion and feelings attached to it.. and being completely surrounded by tourists. We visited St. Paul’s Church, the oldest open public building, or so the sign said. It’s in the middle of this small, ancient cemetery. Really neat, but apparently they have a gift shop… not exactly a fan of people trying to make a dime off of tragedy. Visited Trinity Church as well, which was beautiful. Then we walked to the seaport for lunch. All in all it was quite a bit of walking. I mean like, four or five hours worth of walking and standing. Totally makes up for not going on my long run this weekend.
It was an awesome trip, and today after work I was set to hit the road and run after work, but could just not find the motivation. Maybe I was still tired from all the walking over the weekend. Today was Couch to 5K, Week 7, Day 1, a 25 minute run. My GPS watch timed me for 25 minutes, but not all of it was running! I was hitting some kind of mental block today. Whenever I thought about my foot hurting or the fact that I was tired, my body literally stopped running for me. Slowed right to a walk. In my head, I’m like, “Sarah, why are you stopping? You can do it!” Apparently my body thought otherwise! It was still a good run. I really need to stretch my feet better throughout the week and invest in some kind of insole for my shoe because my foot is still giving me trouble. Tried to push myself past my normal limits, past the point of quitting, and I know that every step I take is a step in the direction I want to go in, so we’re counting this as a win. I wish I wasn’t so tired when I got home though. I get home and take a shower (or really long bath) and then I’m like, totally ready for bed. I’m glad I don’t have anything else on my list of things to do tonight beyond repainting my nails. You runners with kids, I don’t know how you do it. I’m quite impressed.
I’ve been using MyFitnessPal to track my meals as best as I can. Sometimes it’s hard to calculate the calories in a recipe, and sometimes they don’t have the exact food I ate in their calorie banks, so it either becomes a guessing game or an investigation. I have come in way under the recommended calorie intake for like, a week straight, and still have gained three and a half pounds. In a week. Whatever. It’s a useful tool to really get an idea of the calories in some of the foods we eat, but there’s no way it can be perfectly attuned to my actual body, metabolism, etc. It’s more what you’d call guidelines, I guess. Like the pirate’s code. So my next run coming up is Intervals! Why do I love them so much? They hurt so good.