Foot is healing!

I went to Dr. Minicapelli today and he is certain that the bone is all but healed! I'll take 2 more weeks off of running, then I am back, Baby!

Good Lord, do I miss running! Especially when Fall is the best running weather. Take today, for instance: 66 degrees right now and sunny. I'm drooling.

Tonight is the special Happy Hour and Nutrition meetup at Team Joe runner Dr. Scott Juric's place in Chelsea.

It's not too late to RSVP. Just email me at run23diva@gmail.com and I'll give you the address!

Yay Foot!

Great Minds...

So, Eapan(spell check please!), one of my runners, happens to have blogged about Bob's knife grinding service several years ago when he moved to Brooklyn! Check it out!

http://chocolateroom.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html

I had felt kind of sad for Bob as I walked by; he was tolling his bell, hoping for knives to sharpen. I thought, how can this man possibly make a living? Does anybody come out of their homes with knives at the sound of his forlorn bell? What does he charge $2, $3?! Poor dear!

Well, I ran (or hobbled) home and grabbed 5 Globals and went back out. I handed him my knives and offhand asked him how much he charged. $8 a knife. Ten minutes and $45 later...hmm...could it be that maybe I could have invested in a stone for $10 and probably used it for the rest of my life? That would be a yes.

However, I did get some solid advice from Bob: you can use a stone or a metal pike to sharpen your blades, but do not use one of the crazy thingamabobs that you stick your knifes into and pull. They leave chips in the knives.

Bob also complimented me on my Globals. Sharp knives, he said!

As Gordon Ramsey said - not to me directly, but on Hell's Kitchen - "Dull knives make dull chefs! Now F-off out of my kitchen!"

So, I broke my foot and had an axe to grind.

It may be that our brains don't get sharper as we age, but my knives sure do!

While I was not running last weekend, I was limping around my neighborhood when I came across this truck. It reminded me of the good old days - though those days were before my time - and I thought, hey! why not have my knives sharpened. So I did. End of story.

Just wanted to share.

BOOTCAMP IS CANCELLED!

SO SORRY CAMPERS! THUNDER AND LIGHTENING - BOOTCAMP CANCELLED!!!

Please comeback for the rain date: Monday, September 27th.

Red Hook: Off The Hook!

Baked. Yum.

Seriously. The view at the end of the road.

Red Hook. I love you.

How has it taken me 15 years to discover you? You are a natural beauty, only wearing few adornments. Your streets are cobbled, your history is long. Verily, few people come to you as tourists or in Jimmy Choos looking for action. I never really understood what obsession was until I was sent by chance to your shores.

Red Hook, how I love to caress your cobbles with my Asics. Your streets are flat and empty. To get to the end of your limbs takes only 20 minutes from my home. To you I run with a full heart, sick of Chain Stores and in need of the freshness of businesses like Baked, The Good Fork, The Dry Dock, Hope and Anchor, and other lovelies with a nautical theme.

May you never get a subway which would destroy your isolated charm.

Summer Streets Make Me Feel Fine

Go nyc.gov for giving the streets to the people! I was honestly a little ferklempt by it all. The beautiful city streets, the skyline, the water stations, the volunteers and the free hugs. It felt like a cheesy utopian movie. Take me with a grain of salt because I also get ferklempt during tv commercials.

Anyway, Anthony and I ran from home, over the Brooklyn Bridge which never loses its shine, and took Summer Streets to Waverly where we picked up folks and continued up Lafayette to Park and all the way to the end at 72nd street. Then, we doubled back to Grand Central to Joe for a Granita.

Next Saturday, I encourage you to take to the streets. Meet us at Waverly at 9:30AM and experience Utopia for yourselves.

Sunday's post-run tally

Shoes: three Brooks, two Asics and one Nike (you rebel, Chris).

Drinks: four iced coffees, one granita, and one small latte. Because I think the latte art is pretty.

Miles run: five at five miles, and one at six. The NYRR Long Training Run was going on, so we passed lots of people who were running twenty miles this morning.