This weekend saw a teeny tiny bit of newness in my life. A wise man once told me that I'm stubborn and don't like to step out of my comfort zone too often. This wise man would be 100% correct. It's just that I know what I like and I enjoy sticking to it most of the time. And while I didn't jump out of any airplanes, eat squid, or learn a new language in the past two days, I did color outside of my usually planned out and well-known lines.
First up was running.
Here's the thing about me and running: it doesn't happen. Ever. I could count on one hand the amount of times I've run since my days of joining the high school track team just so I could socialize with friends and meet cute athletes from other schools. And most of those times are probably made up of sprinting to make the subway or getting to Chipotle before it closes.
But that changed this weekend when I laced up the kicks, turned on the workout station on Spotify, and got my ass on the pavement.
I live a block away from the East River which runs along the eastern (duh) side of Manhattan. It boasts a pretty awesome running path that makes its way up and down the length of the borough so that you can run without having to stop every other minute to cross the city blocks. Although I would probably enjoy all of that stoppage time...
There are signs here and there telling bicyclists to "Go Slowly" but apparently my legs thought they should follow suit as well because boyyy were they moving slowly. I only ran a mile and a half and did so in about fifteen minutes. I'm no pro runner but I think that's about the pace of my two year old nanny kid right after he wakes up from his nap. Either way I'm still pretty darn proud of myself for actually getting out there are doing it because I'm determined to get this body of mine into shape. It needs it more than ever.
Next up was reading. Which I also never do. That is unless some "fad" type book shows up that entrances the masses and then gets turned into a movie. Cough Harry Potter. Cough Hunger Games. Cough once more for The Fault In Our Stars.
I didn't actually read it this weekend since I did that last weekend on my hell of a trip to Charlotte. But I did finally get around to seeing the movie. Except for I didn't really have anyone that wanted to come with me since I decided to go at 11am in order to take advantage of the early bird matinee ticket price of $7.50 instead of the usual $12.50 (NYC is seriously ridiculous). So let's also check "going to the movies alone" off of my stepping out of my comfort zone as well.
But guys, oh my gosh was it good. It's pretty weird seeing a movie just a few days after having read the book because you know the lines so well you could probably act out the parts yourself. But it was still awesome to actually see the story come to life. By the time it was over my eyeballs were so puffy that I had to head straight to the bathroom to fix myself. And the river of mascara flowing down my cheeks. Oh how I love to love love.
The only bad thing I could say is that whoever played Augustus Waters kind of probably shouldn't be playing anyone but himself. The acting on his part was ridiculously lame when the character in the book was 100% the complete opposite of that word. He should probably stick to playing Shailene Woodley's brother instead of love interest. P.S. I still find that SO weird.
And lastly, on my "Cheers to New Things" list: visiting a museum. I've lived in New York City for four and a half years and I haven't once stepped foot into any of the museums here. I know I know, what the hell is wrong with me/let's whip out the shocked emojis. I guess sports bars are just way farther up on the list of things to do when you live here from the ages of 20-24. But since The Met also has a bar on its roof... I went.
I met up with Kelly from Sparkles and Shoes who was kind enough to give me a (very very very) brief tour of a few things before we headed to the roof. Once you actually get up there, it's pretty stunning. Even if you go on a day when the sun decides to hug tight to every single cloud in the sky.
The views are all I can really throw out as positives about this place, though. Martinis were $15. A tiny glass of wine in a plastic cup, $12. Plus it's pretty much just a big area covered with grassy turf material that everyone sits on because there aren't any tables. It's a cool place to take a quick lap around while taking a few pictures, but not somewhere to go if you're looking for a good bar to have more than one drink at. Then again, I'm also a cheap bastard who eats up 30 cent wing and dollar beer nights. But hey, at least I can say I visited a museum in my time living here, right?
Now I just need to find some more new things to try out. Be sure to come back and check out my needle point work next week.