Yesterday I survived my first ever NYC Cupcake Run, immediately ate two foot-long hot dogs (for free!!!), and then rode the subway home. My friend thinks that’s accomplishing something, but I think that something might be “advancing towards Type 2 diabetes.”
The Cupcake Run is organized by the same people who do the NYC Pizza Run (I registered for both for $96 – or you could run one for $54). It differs in location (Queens instead of Manhattan), length (3 miles vs only 2 for the Pizza), month (October vs September), and of course food, but otherwise it’s very similar. You run around a small park (on an open course, so you have to be considerate to random pedestrians and watch out for cars), eat the designated foodstuff three times at various intervals, then get a themed shirt and bag and drink coupon for a local bar (this time for the lovely Rocky McBride’s). The biggest difference was that the free drink was accompanied by a free full-on BBQ at the bar – hot dogs, sausages, hamburgers and cheeseburgers, beef and chicken kebabs… so much meat! And so delicious.
But sorry, you were interested in the run? Yeah, it was… ok. The route was two loops on the sidewalk around Astoria Park. Luckily there weren’t many other people there to be annoyed by the random runners, save for a wedding happening in the middle of the park, but we were far enough away that we didn’t seem to bother them.
Arguably the most important part of the race? The cupcakes! They were… not good. There was a different flavor at each station – first was vanilla with white frosting (not pictured), second was red velvet with “cream cheese” flavored frosting (the least worst), and third was chocolate with “chocolate” frosting. The best part about the cupcakes was that they weren’t very big. (I mean that to be as damning as it sounds.) The cake was tolerable, although a bit dry. It was the frosting that was the truly horrendous part – it was uniformly waxy, greasy, and flavorless, like eating a cold ball of Crisco. Pardon me – three cold balls of Crisco.
I’ll admit that I “cheated” for the first time ever in a race, in that I did not finish all of the frosting. There was about as much of this disgusting frosting on each cupcake as there was cake, and I regret eating any of it at all. I will continue to sleep well knowing I cheated, because truly no one should have been made to eat those lumps of lard. (And where were these lovely cupcakes from? Sweets First, “[t]hey’re not just ordinary sweets!”)
The saving grace of this run was that I got to do it with a friend, a former Ragnar teammate and excellent photographer. Two other Ragnar teammates met us after the race and we all ate meat and swapped running stories at the bar. If it were not for them, this race would not have been nearly as much fun (and I probably would have skipped the bar, which means I would have missed the hot dogs!!). So thanks, guys, for making my day!
In other news, even more depressing than bad cupcakes – I think I’m developing an injury on the inside of my lower left leg. I first noticed it early last week on an otherwise excellent run, then really noticed it during my first NYRR class on Thursday (& iced it afterwards), but still felt it even during the slow and short Cupcake Run. I’m skipping my long run this weekend and am not sure how I’ll manage this development – just when I was getting back into running and feeling good, I develop an injury. This is so classic it makes me want to scream. But it is what it is. I’ll rest it, I’ll lose some fitness, but hopefully can get back into it again soon. Ugh, life can be so frustrating when it’s filled with sub-par cupcakes and budding injuries.
What’s your favorite cupcake? What sort of injury makes the spot just above your medial malleolus hurt? What did you think of the Walking Dead premiere? Share in the comments!