Day: Ran14milesafterwork

That’s a DAY let me tell you. Since a certain brother of mine is getting married this weekend (wearing this outfit, I think?)Image

My long run was not going to happen. A 7:30am departure from my apartment Friday morning after a 30th birthday BASH this evening (it’s now Thursday, the day after Ran14milesafterwork) meant that Friday morning wasn’t looking promising. After a flight to Arizona and a rehearsal dinner that has an after party attached to it, Saturday morning looked hungover not great. And then after the wedding of the year Saturday night, Sunday morning looked incapacitatedfromdancinganddrinking not too swell as well. When you added up all of the factors, it seemed Wednesday night was the only option. Insert trying to get out of the run panicked hysteria here. For years, long runs happen on Sunday or Saturday mornings. They have no place anywhere else on my color-coded GCalendar. NO OTHER PLACE. But somehow in my arguably OCD mind I had to deviate from my perceived (and color-coded, they have colors. colors.) long run ‘days’ and get this betch done Wednesday. Wednesday night. Who the fcurse runs a long run Wednesday night after work? #thiskid. So I of course begged whined and whimpered until the ever incredible GB decided he would join me for the first 6. That got me through 6 I knew I could do. But I just figured after 6 I’d end up finding some excuse and taking the subway home from central park where we were running. But that didn’t happen. Not even a little. I ended up with one of the strongest (mental) runs to date.

Jess (whose professional expertise I have enlisted after my injured abomination of a marathon in 2010) sent me a great article at the beginning of the week. I’ve been sick for awhile, which I think has been resolved, and running had frankly been miserable. I cut my 12 miler short to 11 miles (who does that) and was pretty much in a running funk of sorts.

So instead of being negative, I decided to be positive. Insert shock here. I decided to believe it would be a good run and focus on everything positive, and try not to think about anything negative the entire time. That lasted about three seconds, as we began my legs felt like lead, but I immediately pushed through those thoughts and tried to focus on every positive element humanly possible. It was a gorgeous night. I’m capable of running 14 miles. I had a great friend joining me for almost half of it. I live in Manhattan. The sun would be setting on the Hudson on my way home. Who doesn’t want to run from Tribeca to Central park instead of taking the subway??? You get the jist. Positive, positive, positive. And lo and behold, that sh*t werked. It really did. When I left Gregg in the park after 6 miles, I just took a deep breath, ate a few beans and headed back downtown. I told myself when I got to 10 miles I would only have 4 left and 4 is nothing. And then I continued to play mind games from there. I honestly surprised myself. I am an excellent run sabotager. Practically a professional. I can make any run not good enough, fast enough, long enough, someonecouldhaverunitbetter enough. ANY RUN. So this change in mentality was really everything.


So Wednesday, after work, I ran.

I ran all 14 of the 14 miles I needed to run. (9:15mm pace)


I ran faster in the end, and picked up the pace for the last three miles.

I ran for those who can’t run.

I ran for everything I’m so lucky to have.

I ran because I can, and if I can then I will.

And then the honest truth. I ran because there’s nothing good on TV anymore, so what else would I do?


And maybe I ran for this view. And for my city. And for Robinhood, because every day in our city people live in poverty right next to us, and they deserve our help and support.

How do you get past that mental barrier for things that are difficult for you?

And more importantly: if you watch TV, what do you WATCH? Because I just can’t with it. Maybe you can help me be cool and watch TV like everyone else.

Days: ???

Alas, the painful reality: I have lost track of days. But here we are, day somethingorother. The tall guy asked me why I hadn’t been blogging, so now that my readership is officially up to THREE human beings!!!!??? I figured might as well rally for those loyal to this blaghh.

Training has been a bit meh, getting it done here and there, but missing out on some runs here and there. Now that I think I have come to terms with that fact that I MIGHT not beat Kara I think I can calm down a little and better settle into the swing of training.


It took a lot of soul searching, but this might just not be my year to humiliate Kara on my home course. So next year. Kara, watchyoself. Because 9 minute miles are something Kara ain’t NEVER seen the likes of even on rest days.

Well that and the little travel schedule….the brother is getting mahhhhried Saturday, so flying out to Arizona Friday, flying back Sunday and then heading to Peru the next Friday for 10 days (hiking Machu Picchu, so luckily, with respect to training, not exactly a totally lazyas$ vacation) Let us hope hours of hiking translates into…SOMETHING? for when I return. And that the drinking at the wedding will be a practice for Marathon hydration? Let’s all pretend.  

My longest run so far has been 11 miles, although it was scheduled as 12. The great GB ran with me for 10 and I told him to pick up the pace and end without me since I was a bit rundying (that’s a technical term) towards the end. And then the mental wheels came off and I ended at 11 miles. And that’s a sad story for a rainy Tuesday. 

This week, let’s see what we have on tap…

Monday: OFF
Tuesday: SPIN

Wednesday: 1 hour upper body strength + 14 mile run PM (yes, actually. midweek long run. woof-ala)

Thursday: 6 miles

Friday: ificanwakeupearlyenough 6 miles before my flight

Saturday: Dancing

Sunday: Hungover

So tell me, your training is going better than mine, yes??? Or if you’re training for other things including competitive drinking, wedding dancing or things of that nature, how is that going for you? 


Days 11, 12, 13: shut up and run

Since I know you (mom and dad…) have been waiting at the edges of your running shoes for this one, let me recap:

Thursday: Exhale barre class. Legs. Were.Angry.

Friday: upper body lifting + 30 min run (was supposed to be 4 miles but garminless and time constraints = womp)

Saturday: 8 miles COMPLETE. Despite wanting to stop for nap breaks (7:30am Saturday runs on sore leggies are a little toughhhhhh) Gregg kept me going, despite making him stop at 100 water fountains (sorry again, GB, thought one might yield wine or vodka…hope springs eternal??) he was for sure the only reason I didn’t quit at mile 6. 8 is the longest I’ve run in probably a year, getting over the mental hurdle is really the challenge…averaged around a 9:30mm (my garmin died, Gregg ran an extra mile at like a 4 min mile and skewed the results..) but I’ll take it. And then we went to the diner where people ogled my ability to turn a shade of red normally only seen on rainbows. The end.

How has your weekend been, party people? husband and dad are in Vegas for baby bro’s Bach and I’m off to a wedding this evening. May your weekend water bottles be filled with something special ❤


This wasn’t so ugly last night…


Day 10: Lift&Run

Ah Wednesday. Started off with a good old hour of leg exercises on the morning and ended with a lovely Hudson River jaunt (sun came out RIGHT as we were starting off, SO AWESOME!!!!!!!) The plan was to lift in the morning and run 4 at night. Ended up running 3.5 since my neck went berserk. Had wonderful company on the run and saw a turkey. A wild turkey. In the middle of Battery Park city. Michelle and I are convinced it was a fish that swam too long in the Hudson. And this is why I will never complete the NYC Triathlon. Right here. Not AT ALL because I can hardly swim and have an intense fear of biking in Manhattan. That’s NOT why. It’s because I’m afraid i’ll grow wings and scaley(er) feet swimming in the Hudson. So back off. GobbleGobble. 


What is the most wild animal you’ve seen running around?? The tall guy and I once chased a giant black bear (for a picture, that’s totally normal right) in NJ. And in South Africa we came very close to being charged by a rhino…so there’s that.




Day 9 – Some might call it a speed workout

I called it a “try not to collapse and die” workout. Met up with the Robinhood team (I have my own bib for the marathon but decided to fundrasie for Robinhood for kicks, if you would like to donate please feel free, but unfortunately my only readers are my parents and they already donated so this is awkward…Thanks Mom & Dad!!! ) I digress. I met up with a small group of mostly fast men in Central Park. The workout was 1/2 mile “fast” runs followed by 1 minute recovery. And then repeat. And there were hills. And I barley survived.


Oh sure, just a casual “meet here for a run”. That wasn’t a run, it was 6 damn sprints. Or ok, one sprint in my case and 5 jogs, but seriously stop being so technical about it….

I think I bombed this by all accounts of how people would view speed work who are actually runners, but I was at least happy i completed the workout with only a small amount of walking (hence the slower speeds towards the end). High expectations? Easy to please? Lame? Pick your poison. So I’ll go ahead and call it a success even though realistically/to real runners this would classify as a failure. Like that rationale?

The strugglebus ride looked like: 3:50 min (first 1/2 mile) then subsequently 4:10, 4:10, 4:30, 4:30, 4:45 <—-urhmmm….

It was “only” mothereffing 83 degrees last night, so turning brightredpurple was a little shameful, but whatevs. You’re welcome people on the subway I sat next to. The look of horror was hard to mask for them. Image

I also found this lovely quote (and I could have used some effing breeze last night) I thought I would share. Like some kind of inspiration situation for you. You’re welcome. #inspired


All the other people who are actually fast runners. So basically I’m going to win the marathon now, yes? Speed. Demon. 


So topic, discuss. Do you do speed work? How should you really do it (ie: not add almost a minute to your time for the final set, I imagine?) XO! 

Day 8 – Rainy ‘run’

Well, that didn’t go as planned! The plan, so to speak, was to make up my 6 mile run Monday night since my weekend events didn’t allow for that run. I headed out with the tall guy (the husband) with a dying garmin, rain and a ‘challenged’ stomach. Needless to say the garmin died, tall guy hurt his knee and with an injured running partner and no way to measure time or distance, uh I don’t think it was six miles 😉 The plan now is to add a run this week and not be a loser/not mess anything else up.

Running Forecast
Monday – 6 miles (uh, see above..)
Tuesday – Central Park speed work/run with my charity group
Wednesday – 1 hour weight lifting AM + 4 mile run PM
Thursday – Barre class
Friday – 1 hour weight lifting + 4 mile run
Saturday – 8 mile run/easy <– which for me means hard
Sunday – NadaGracias

So in unrelated news, Royal baby? Care or care less? I'm in the latter, hardcore. Discuss.


Day 5 – Still hot

So weather report: It’s still hot.

Day 4 continued: had a pretty strugglebus run last night (on my part not hers, OBVIOUSLY) with the ever taller than me (which I can deeply appreciate being 5’9″) and wonderful Michelle . My plan (crafted by the speedy and lovely Jess  ) called for an “easy” 4 mile run which should have been, well, easy, minus the 97 degree temperatures at 7:45pm when we started our run. Cramping calfs and general lack of breathing ability in this weather led to a few more water and stretch breaks (SORRY AGAIN M!!!) than I would wish on my worst enemy. And I called it at 3.5. Sometimes when the strugglebus encourages you to walk home? You do. 

Day 5! Indoor activity!!! The gym finally got it’s act together and fixed the AC. Bliss. Today was a legs day, which was as one would imagine, painful. I foam rolled a bit after but still feel like my legs were steamrolled by the aforementioned bus. So tomorrow’s ‘easy’ 6 miles should be, uhm, not easy??

Since I don’t have an #inspiring picture of my beet red sweaty face from last night, I will offer you something else instead…


THE FRIDAY FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wuhhhhhrtttt? It’s Fuhhhhridayyyy?

I have a way of communicating with my dog where I know exactly what she’s thinking and what tone she would speak in if she were human, so don’t worry about it, and you’re welcome.

So, please tell, when the strugglebus calls? Do you heed the call?? HAPPY FRIDAY! Hydrate with alcoholic beverages, it’s the only safe solution, really.

Also, does listening to the Elton John & Bill Joel Pandora stations at work all day make me awesome or lame? On second thought? Don’t answer that.







Day 4 – Some deep insights

Since I haven’t run yet today (plans are for a 99 degree run this evening on the water with a gorgeous running buddy…) I decided this will have to satiate all three of you until that scintillating recap is ready (I ran, it was hot <– think I just recapped it???)


Tagged by the ever speedy and running Abby, I decided to share this list with my three readers. Please enjoy a glimpse into my insanity world


A. Attached or single?

Attached. The guy is tall. And a good catch if I do say so myself. (Pats self on back for hiding some of my inner crazy sometimes from him)


B. Best friend?

The tall guy, my puppies and some gorgeous ladies




C. Cake or pie?

Eh , tostitos please?

D. Day of choice?

Thursday night. I can boss through a Friday and perseverate on the weekend ‘appropriately’ then

E. Essential item?

Sunglasses. Always.


F. Favorite color?

Black & white. It’s one color. 


G. Gummy bears or worms?

Yack. Sour patch kids and Swedish fish ONLY


H. Home town?

Westchester, NY. The best-Chester

I. Favorite indulgence?

10 minute massages when I get a manicure. I mean it never gets old hearing “WOW! You are SO tight and tense! YIKES!” Right? Indulgent.

J. January or July?

January, I like the forward view

K. Kids?

Keep them quiet and seated at restaurants. And you know what? They’re not ALL cute. But mainly they’re fine.

L. Life isn’t complete without?

Wine, cheese and coffee


Too much wine?

M. Marriage date?



I did this, really. For the majority of my wedding. 

N. Number of brothers/sisters?

1 brother and getting one SISTER in August!!!


Old SKOOL brother & sister summer fun.


New school VEGAS sister fun!


O. Oranges or Apples?

Apples even though I’m allergic. I power through. Don’t be a quitter.


P. Phobias?

Vomit, Cats, the suburbs and wall to wall carpeting. Pretty much in that order.


Q. Quotes?

“One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes—I can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life.” – Frank O’Hara


“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” –Roald Dahl

“I can’t even with this”


R. Reasons to smile?

Living and loving in Manhattan. There’s always a reason, you just have to find it.


S. Season of choice?

Fall. It’s everything.

T. Tag 5 People.

You’re ALL tagged. You’re all cooler than me and have probably done this.

U. Unknown fact about me?

My right pinky was cut (well I cut it carving a pumpkin…) and never grew correctly and is mini-sized and I can only bend it one way. It’s awesome.

V. Vegetable?

Kale. I hate that it’s trendy, it’s so effing delicious.

W. Worst habit?

Being chronically early

X. X-Ray or ultrasound?

X-ray. Chill on the babies peopleeeee

Y. Your favorite food?

Wine, cheese, bread

Z. Zodiac sign?

What’s your zodiaccc signnnnnn. MIX TRACKKKKKKK. Oh, right. Cancer I think but didn’t that change?