Choices.... choices.... choices....

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... on Thursday the city lived up to my biggest debate with it, trying to be a competitive athlete and all. I believe that NYC is one of the greatest places to train in the country (Central Park never gets old and we have one of the best indoor tracks in the country, plus Rutger’s 300+ meter indoor track an hour away, plus Rockefeller once this cursed snow melts....). The only two problems I have with NYC are that it’s expensive, therefore requiring gainful employment, and that there are too many interesting things to do, thereby creating too many distractions.>

On Tuesday I got an email from a casting agency about working as an extra on a major movie, scheduled for Wednesday. That’s probably the best part about NYC - I didn’t even go to the casting for this movie, but somehow I am so perfect for the part of a drunk party-goer that I didn’t even have to try to get booked.... I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not. But, take a glance at the cast for this movie: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1598822/ and tell me if you wouldn’t drop a day of running. Wednesday was an planned easy day for me anyway, especially since I am sick and it was freezing outside and I had another workout scheduled for Thursday. So, I jumped on board.

I rolled out of bed much earlier than I am used to and made sure I was “hair and make-up ready” before I walked out the door. I took a long train ride to Brooklyn, where I was dressed in gold head-to-toe, including my incredibly uncomfortable five-inch gold sparkly heels, which I love, but which tend to steal my toenails from me. And then I got to experience what it was like to work a 14 hour day in said high heels.

I got pretty lucky. I was immediately paired up with a date that I apparently fit really well with. He was 21, which either makes me a cougar or means I can still pull off 21. Go me. Thanks to our pairing, we somehow got inserted into a few scenes in which we got to interact with the real actors. So, overall, a good experience, and I hope I make a few scenes in the movie.

My 21-year-old date was incredible eager about this whole experience. All he really wanted was to get on the big screen, and more importantly, get “discovered.” He was schmoozing with the assistant director (successfully) and trying to position himself in front of me (unsuccessfully). I found, however, that I did not quite share in his enthusiasm.

I spent most of my 14-hour shift figuring out how I was going to get out of working the next day (which I discovered was going to be asked of me early on in the day). I mean, I had a workout scheduled and I had real work to get done and I had to walk my friend’s dog. The real work, I suppose, could have been shelved for another day. And another dog walker could have been found. However, I wasn’t going to find someone else to do my workout.

There were a lot of “life is too short” thoughts going through my head, contrasted with a bunch of “I have been doing way too much work on the track the last few months to ditch out of a 2nd day of running on the outside chance that Josh Duhamel might trip over me on his way out of the shoot” type of thoughts. My 21-year-old date didn’t seem to understand what I could possibly be doing in my real life that was worth ditching out on the last day of shooting a movie that is a sequel to a movie that got really, really bad reviews (Valentine’s Day). It felt a little obnoxious to tell him that I was on ESPN2 the last two weeks in a row as myself, and therefore was not quite as excited to be a drunk chick in the background of a movie, but that is what I was thinking.

Well, I made my choice. I better run fast now. Getting a stress fracture in the next 3 days is about the only thing that will make me wish I had taken an extra day off....