While I was generally not the happiest camper when I lived in DC, one of the biggest things was I hated not being near my family. I know many of you reading this live much further away from your families, but for this only child from a tight-knit Italian/Irish family, 250 miles was just too much for me.
Thirty miles, separated by river crossings, works just right for me. Close enough that I can go home easily or my mom can come in easily, far enough that she can’t surprise me that often. Longer than a marathon. (Speaking of which, Week #3 training update tomorrow.)
She knew I didn’t have much going on this weekend and suggested I come home today. For whatever reason, I’ve been exhausted, so I suggested she come in instead and we go to the Met to see the Prada exhibit. (If you are in NYC or have a trip planned here in the next two weeks, I highly recommend it.)
I slept in until 9 this morning and wanted to just lay around all day, but I had 5 miles on my training plan, so off I went. I fell within the first mile as some guy and I both misjudged where the other one was, and almost turned around but kept going. On a positive note, I’m getting really good at dusting myself off and keeping running after a fall. Today, I was supposed to “run easy,” so the fall also helped to slow me down. So…there’s that.
We had a lovely lunch in the Petrie Court Cafe. It backs up onto Central Park, and I pretended to talk to my mom but really watched everyone running and biking on the loop.
I had a veggie frittata (and pushed off that ricotta) with tomatoes and wilted dandelions. Which was far tastier than it sounded.
She had the pasta with pesto, asiago and vegetables. Which, truthfully, was way better.
We saw the Prada exhibit and then wandered through the Egyptian art. Mom, watch out or I’m making you a mummy.
Gap Kids Olympics t-shirt, corduroy skirt and boat shoes. I was clearly rocking some high fashion to visit the Prada exhibit.
If friends are the family you choose, I spent the evening with part of the family I’ve made in New York, crashing Ashley and Bo’s family dinner with Bo’s little sister.
Chilean sea bass over shirataki noodles and shiitake mushrooms.
Also, I am now addicted to The Newsroom.
How close do you live to your family? Who makes up the family that you’ve chosen? Favorite show?