Today it was finally warm enough in NYC to go for a run. Pretty much the only route I can do without having to deal with intersections (hate having to stop at red lights!) is across the Williamsburg Bridge. The good thing is it’s kind of a hill, so you get a good challenging workout, the really bad thing is that the air you’re breathing consists of 50% car exhaust.

Either way, it was a good run, I did twice across the bridge and back (about 1ok/6 miles, according to Google Maps) and really felt that my ramped up workout sched has been paying off. Such a good feeling! I also tried out some new Under Armour stuff that I scored for free at work this week. I’m one of those people who usually never buy workout clothes but instead relegate the ones I no longer want to wear as regular clothes to the workout pile, but the techy fabrics really do make a difference—I felt warm but not too toasty.

I saw one guy running in a tank top and shorts (it’s only 4C/40F out!) and one girl going at a pretty good pace wearing an ankle length puffer coat. I love NY-runners.

At most of the parties I attended in Hawaii, mai tais were served in abundance. The drink, made from rum, Curaçao liqueur, and lime juice—certainly looks very nice with a pink orchid on top.

The best thing in the way of food, hands down, is the poke. There are tiny little shops that sell nothing but dozens of varieties of this cold, raw seafood specialty. The best one is made from fresh tuna (ahi) but there are lot of other yummy varieties, like octopus, for those of you’re trying to avoid eating too much mercury (which we all should).

Hawaiians like their food greasy and in big portions—something a health-conscious vegetarian like myself might have a hard time with. By my third or fourth day there I was frantically googling health food stores where I could find a nice organic salad bar and some green juice. I had to walk 40 minutes to get there, but then almost cried from happiness when I exited Down to Earth Foods with a green salad, a wheatgrass shot and two green juices (had to get one for later too!)

It’s amazing how spoiled we get about food in NYC, everything is available whenever we want it.

Over 43,000 participants ran the 26.2 mile course through all five boroughs on Sunday. About 2.5 million spectators also came out in support of the runners.

From my living room, I can see the Verrazano Bridge, where the start is, way in the distance. It was quite exciting to follow the race on TV and at the same time look out the window to see the runners pass in real life.

From my kitchen window I saw the wheelchair participants, elite women and elite men pass by. Later, along Bedford Avenue, I cheered the “regular” runners on. I live between mile 10 and 11, which means they had about 15 more miles to go at this point. I think they needed some encouragement.

As someone who has run a few half-marathons (best time, 1:55), I am of the firm opinion that you have to be crazy to run a full. I still want to do it some day. Maybe next year…

When unearthing the body of Ötzi, the Bronze Age man found perfectly preserved in the Italian Alps in the 90s, scientists found that for his last meal he had eaten an ancient species of wheat called einkorn.

I’ve been dreaming about Jovial’s einkorn pasta since Friday. These making-of photos may have something to do with that. Yummm.

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