The Runs: Dublin or Bust

In Which Running Helps Transform Me Into My Own Nemesis

Jeff was away this past weekend, so when it came time for this Saturday’s group training session, here’s how things went:

7:00am: Awake and walk our adorable dog around our burgeoning Brooklyn neighborhood.

7:30am: Eat fiber-rich bread with Omega-3-fortified peanut butter.*

8:30am: Do my training for my charity endurance event in very beautiful Prospect Park, where we run the whole loop.

9:06am: Happily realize that my time is a full three minutes faster than it was a few weeks ago. Quietly congratulate self on accomplishment.

9:20am: As we stretch, have post-run chat with others about the virtues of Ireland’s up-and-coming culinary scene and the U.K.’s aquaculture resources. Also, give a quick lesson in the history of San Francisco’s cioppino—in particular, the part about “chipping in.”

9:40am: Stroll north through the park to the Farmers Market.

9:45am: Purchase antibiotic-free, free-range turkey sausage.

10:30am: Return home to Brooklyn apartment to shower with peppermint castile soap, drink filtered water, and macerate cranberries/do food prep for evening with lady friends.

11:30am: Realize that I have become the nemesis of my 19-year-old self, who would have been totally disgusted with the responsibility of dog ownership, the preciousness of living in a non-Sid-and-Nancy-esque apartment, the stupidity of exercise and/or health, the silliness of helping others, the ridiculousness of giving a crap about what I eat, and the general yuppicity of it all.

11:45am: Watch this. Feel better about transformation. Laugh at self, and acknowledge that it’s okay to like stuff that’s a step up from the Natty Ice/”whatever’s in the keg” existence of my college self.

*As the checkout woman at the grocery store said, “Does it have, like, gold in it or something?”