[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]For the past three years, my pals Kristine, Christie and I have run the Revlon Run/Walk for Women in New York. Prior to the marathon, this was easily the biggest race I’d participated in, with tens of thousands of runners and walkers tackling the course from Times Square through Central Park. There’s confetti and celebrity hosts, and the race raises critical funds in the fight against women’s cancers.
But I’m never doing it again.
After dodging packs of walkers, weaving to avoid backpacks and strollers, and finally reaching a point where most people were running, the race was over. There was no Mile 3 marker, because there was no third mile. The course organizers unceremoniously cut the course to 2.7 miles (or 2.9? or 2.3? I heard a few versions) due to alleged construction. Had this been announced before we crossed the finish line, it probably wouldn’t have bothered me. But when you register for a 5k, you expect to get your money’s worth of pavement, even if it is for charity.
Next year, I’ll avoid the crowds and confusion and make a donation instead of running. There’s a last time for everything. And there’s a first time for everything too, including popovers.
After our faux 5k, Kristine suggested we visit Popover Cafe. I’d never had a popover before, so when some sort of muffin-pastry the size of my car arrived, I wasn’t sure what to think. I tend to avoid eggs, so it wasn’t exactly my cup of tea, but it’s always good to try something new. Especially when you’re with pals.
Someone tweeted me Julia Child’s recipe; I’m tempted to try an eggless version (with ground flax, my usual substitute). I have a feeling it won’t work (I think egg is required for the actual popping over part), but there’s only one way to find out. Get out the safety goggles.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Holy cow! It’s May! And holy crap! I need to get my car inspected!
- The next time I run in New York, it will be longer than 2 miles
- Word of OSB’s death spreads in Boston