“To be young”
My weekend began with these words from my mother — a simple phrase that ignited an unexpected insight within me.
Allow me to explain.
I am 21 years old. I have lived in New York City. I have found passion among so many discoveries and abilities. I have learned about myself and who I want to be. I have fallen in love. I have seen and done so much that this beautiful world has to offer.
And yet, I have long acknowledged myself as an old soul, and would never consider myself among the “young + wild + free” – something that has taken me years to accept.
But that phrase from my mother – a reaction to my decision to make an impromptu trip this weekend –left me reconsidering that judgment as absolute and finite.
So on Friday, my day ended in Columbus, OH but ten hours + one beautiful sunrise later, it began in my beloved New York City.
And while a weekend may seem a mere 48 hours, I naturally seized every second [and every meal] with some killer workouts and some new + tried and true eats and drinks – all at the hands of my favorite city with my favorite guy alongside me.
HOW I SWEAT:
After 10 hours in the car, I was itching to break a sweat. And rest assured a trip to the gym with my boyfriend was the scratch I needed. And then some. Beginning with some HIIT treadmill intervals:
- 00:00-2:00: .5% @ 4mph
- 02:00-06:00: 1% @ 6.5 mph
- 07:00-08:00: 1% @ 8.5 mph
- 00:00-00:30: 1% @ 8.5 mph
- 00:30-00:45: 2% @ 9 mph
- 00:45-01:00: 2% @ 10 mph
All in all, this takes less than 30 minutes but will leave you feeling as wonderfully exhausted as a moderately paced 60 min. run. I told you – 48 short hours means not a second to waste.
But don’t you worry, the fun was just beginning with this total body sweat set:
- 50 sumo squats w 25 lb.
- 125 flutter kicks
- 50 butterfly sit ups
- 15 clapping pushups
- Plank until fail
Every workout with Chris is a challenging adventure. Each of us (whether we like to admit it or not) is out to beat the other – constant competition. Which is great because it pushes me to my limits and beyond.
And so when we set the plank bar at 2 minutes, I was driven to hold it as long as I possibly could. After two minutes, Chris tapped out, but I managed to double his time. Needless to say every muscle in my body still hurts.
But let the record show, I won this one, Tiernan.
WHAT I ATE + DRANK [WANT TO EAT + DRINK AGAIN]:
Without question, my New York agenda principally formed around two things:
Hands down, there is no one I’d rather sit across a food covered table from, but I’ll allow the following photos to justify my ranking here. Still love ya babe, but these unbelievable eats belong second to nothing.
Naturally starting with a couple brunches for the books – beginning with Dino in Brooklyn.
In the words of Chris, “Every girl I’ve taken out orders Eggs Florentine.”
My proper response probably SHOULD have included inquiry into exactly how many girls he’s been taking to brunch in my absence, but eating + enjoying this incredible meal took absolute precedent.
And that’s some egg-celent relationship trust.
A friend of Chris’s (one of my favorites in fact) is a bartender at Dino – naturally whipping up a few unreal afternoon cocktails too boozy up this brunch.
Espresso Martini + Cosmopolitan + Pear Basil Martini
Bottoms up, Brooklyn. Here’s to you. Stay so cool.
In fact, so cool, that we made the trip across the river again on Sunday. Brunch round two at Almar in DUMBO.
I knew going into this meal exactly what I would be ordering. The egg in a cloud – a perfectly baked egg made home on a fluffy cloud of egg whites – all atop toasted Brioche + bona fide Italian prosciutto.
DUMBO is one of my favorite hidden New York gems, so we walked off the meal with a stroll by the river beneath an indescribably awe-inspiring view.
Not to mention, stopped by Dewey’s Candy for a sweet treat along the way.
Just two kids + some candy + the greatest city on earth – Sunday done absolutely right.
Chris and I recently celebrated six months of eating + laughing + loving together. And when our favorite Long Island dinner spot, Barrique, treated us with a gift card I knew exactly where we’d be having dinner.
If you recall, Barrique is my heaven on earth — 150 selections of wine + incredible shared meals of the finest ingredients. Unbelievable.
This time, we went with three 3 oz. pours of Italy’s finest Pinots + Cabernet. The perfect complement to the oven roasted chicken and the thinnest crust tomato + basil + mozz pizza.
And despite being blown away by the delish desserts on our last visit, we opted out this time. We decided instead to make milkshakes at home–did you really think I meant opt out of dessert all together? Cmon, now.
white choc truffle + dark choc chips + almond milk + dash of all-spice
So maybe I am a planner, hardly living on the fly or on a minute by minute agenda.
But maybe my mother was right. It is a blessing to be young + wild + free. And hungry.
This weekend taught me the value of spontaneity — that whether it be six months or 48 hours, time spent with the one you love (or giant homemade milkshakes and wine) will forever be worth the trip.
Until next time, New York.
Run far, eat well, drink better.