This weekend was a wash-out in New York City (at least the Yankees pulled out an incredible win, sorry Red Sox fans). I don’t think it’s rained that much since we moved here. That’s okay, because it meant less distractions from working on the invitations… which are almost done. Pictures by the end of the week, promise.
Anyways, we went out for dinner on Saturday night and right when we started walking home (about a 15 minute walk from where we were), it started to sprinkle. I felt a small victory as I pulled an umbrella out of my purse (seriously, this thing is like Mary Poppins’ magic carpet bag, so much stuff gets hidden in the creases… when we were in Boston, I found a full pack of Post-Its in it which was so handy). It started to pour, so we diverted under an awning until it tamed down. We finally started heading home and seriously, I was so proud of my umbrella and foresight for keeping us dry. (Do you sense the foreshadowing that is happening here?)
As we were walking across a small bridge, a cabbie came flying over and right into this ginormous puddle, creating a huge tidal wave that cascaded over us in slow motion. Yep. I was on the side nearest the street so my right side of my body was soaked. The half-wet dog hairstyle looks very dashing these days. C somehow got drenched on the left side of his body. We were still four or five blocks from home, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Such a New York City experience… one that wasn’t on my bucket list, but luckily we were on our way home and not on our way out for the evening. I told my mom and she said, “oh, it’s just like in the movies!”
With all the rain (it continued to downpour on Sunday), I didn’t have a chance to get out to run… tomorrow is the day. I desperately need to get a run in because I’m started to feel stressed out and I need some serious zen time in the form of pounding the pavement to organize my brain.
Anyone else go crazy when you don’t have a chance to run/exercise? How do you pass the time on a rainy day?