21 November 2006

Have you seen it?

One of the things I like about New York is that you can be anonymous. And even when you're not, people just don't give a shit who you are. Maybe it's because New Yorkers are surrounded by a disproportionate number of high profile, high powered individuals and have been desensitized to fame, wealth or power, or maybe it's because New Yorkers are self absorbed and have a lot of things going on in their lives.

For example, a few weekends ago I ran into Paul Rudd while crossing the street in the meatpacking district. It was a busy weekend morning and the crosswalk was crowded. He was holding his kid. Everyone brushed past him. No one cared that he was moderately famous. No one stopped him to ask him for his autograph. There was not a camera in sight.

I was home sick today. As B can attest, my solution when I don't feel well is to either eat or exercise or both, although preferably not at the same time. B had a 103 fever once, and I told her that she'd feel better if she went outside and took a walk. It was the dead of winter and bitterly cold out. I'm glad she didn't take me up on my asinine suggestion or she might have become more ill.

Around 5pm today, after I had eaten the fridge empty, I dragged my congested head out of bed and went to the gym. I tried to run. About a mile in, I looked to my left and noticed a very familiar person: Kiefer Sutherland. He was also running. He is just as cute in person as he is on TV, although short.

So here I am, one pizza, gnocchi with tomato and basil sauce, mixed green salad, calamari, french fries, fish sticks, three chocolate cookies and a handful of maple oatmeal cookies covered in sugar later, at the gym, running a few treadmills away from Kiefer Sutherland (have I mentioned he's cute?), and do you want to know what I was thinking about? It wasn't about how I was only a few feet away from an extremely talented actor who also happens to star on one of my favorite TV shows. I wasn't thinking that he was cute, although that did cross my mind. Nor was it about why he might be at my gym since I've never seen him there before. I was thinking about my mojo.

HAS ANYONE SEEN MY RUNNING MOJO? Because I seem to have left it somewhere, along with my watch and my sapphire earrings. (I know where I left my watch, but when I returned, it was gone. However, I still have not found my sapphire and white gold earrings. It makes me sad.)

I have been suffering from runner's block lately. I've lost my running mojo and have been looking all over the place for it. To date, it's still missing. I'm stuck at an 8:30 mile and seem to hit a wall after four miles.

So, my thoughts were:
  • What do I need to switch up to figure out what's crowding my mojo? Do I need to stop wearing heels, because my knees have been killing me lately? Should I focus on staying lean, because I've let myself go to fat a bit? Do I need to lose weight so I can get lighter to get faster?
  • Should I start running with the New York Road Runners, which I joined a while back but haven't run with?
  • Should I get a running coach who'll help me amp things up?
  • Is this what going to the gym would feel like if I got out of work at a decent hour? Is this what the gym looks like when people who work normal hours go to the gym as opposed to going to the gym at 10pm at night when it's empty?
  • My God, I wish I got out of work at a decent hour.

The only two thoughts I had in passing about the man running a few feet away from me: 1. he's cute, and 2. he's short.

So why is it easier for celebs to be anonymous in New York compared to cities like LA? Could it be because people in New York City are self absorbed and have too much of their own shit going on to worry about other people's issues? It's very likely. Could it be because they might have LOST THEIR RUNNING MOJO? Absofuckinglutely.


  1. I lost my running mojo recently too and have been stuck at a 9:00 min mile (sigh) with a top distance of about 6 miles. I'm glad celebs don't show up at my gym. I'm enough of a dork to try impressing them with my running moves and I would probably end up flying off the back of the treadmill.

  2. Yeah, I'm still looking for mine. I made it to 5 miles, but at the expense of speed. I was running a little over a 9 minute mile.

    Oh, and I ran into Kiefer at my neighborhood tavern. Small world.

    I like your poetry, btw.

  3. Did you ask him for a date yet now that you're bumping into him every other day.