Hello, hello. How was your 4th? Or how was your weekend if you’re not from the States? I hope it was as good as mine because I’m feeling very #blessed today. Sorry but this hashtag fit too well to pass up.
I balanced my weekend with fun and friends (all day Saturday) and running and relaxing (Sunday). I was out and about for 14+ hours on Saturday and that’s about 10 hours more than normal. I am so glad I broke my normal routine. Seriously people (especially all the bloggers who, like me, prefer routine), shock your system once in a while. Do different things. For me, this summer has been all about saying “yes.”
Something I said “yes” to? Going to Coney Island for the Hot Dog Eating Contest. You know, those 10 minutes of pure grossness when people stuff their face with hot dogs? I was front and center. Well, I was in the back and to the left, but you get the point.
My friend and I took the hour-long subway ride out to Coney Island early in the morning to spend time on the boardwalk before the contest. The rides at the amusement park are insane. I DID NOT say yes to those because I didn’t feel like passing out and/or throwing up.
We got some photos of the classic Nathan’s signs, did some souvenir shopping and then claimed our spot to watch the contest. The contestants had elaborate and funny introductions onto the stage, highlighting their previous eating competition wins. The weirdest ones I heard: 40 dozen oysters in 8 minutes, 2.7 lbs of green beans in 6 minutes and 165 pierogis in 8 minutes.
In a “shocking” turn of events, and I use that word loosely, the reigning champ, Joey Chestnut, lost. He only ate 60 hot dogs while the winner ate 62. I don’t think I’ll ever understand the appeal of competing in this contest.
After, we took the train back to Manhattan, grabbed lunch at Whole Foods and met up with more friends for lots of talking, laughing and sangria. Strawberries + white wine + blueberries = red, white and blue. My friends must have been awesome sangria-makers because that stuff was good.
Instead of calling it a day around dinner time (I was exhausted) I said yes and stayed with the group for the rest of the evening, which included dinner and fireworks down near South Street Seaport. To no one’s surprise, the crowds were insane but it was still a blast.
I left my (running) comfort zone on Sunday with a long run. I wrote in yesterday’s post that I needed to stop saying I want to run farther and just shut up and do it. So I shut up and did it. I said yes to my longest run since February. 10 miles, 8:28 pace, after 5.5 hours of sleep and a full day on my feet. I consider that a major win and I now feel like I can run the half in two weeks. I did my
civic runner’s duty by refueling and napping like a champ. All. Day. Long.
To top off a marvelous weekend? The USA Women’s National Team. Enough said.
A perfect way to cap off an American filled weekend. #USAWNT #winnerwinner #SheBelieves
— Emily (@healthyishlife) July 6, 2015
This summer, while a leap out of my comfort zone, has been more fulfilling than I imagined. There’s a time for routine and a time to break it. Both have their importance but both need to shine every now and then.
Here’s to more weekends of saying yes…to adventures and long runs.