Work in progress…

but try this on for size. New  Year calls for a new blog…? Follow my adventures in NYC here now:

http://milesandmanhattan.wordpress.com/

Free Yoga.

I mean, who doesn’t like free stuff?

My favorite place to spend all of my money buy running shoes & CWX gear is offering a free yoga series. I heart Jack Rabbit.

Pure Yoga is also offering a 3 day studio trial (presumably for people who haven’t been for a free class before?)

Enjoy, pretties. xoxo

Resolve too…

1. Blog more. So all five of you will have something juicy to read more frequently.

2. Workout more. (That sounds like a cute little resolution doesn’t it? Schweattyy.)

3. Review more restaurants (think venison chili at Bell Book & Candle. They have a hydroponic rooftop garden…In Vino date w/my brother and his lovely gf this saturday…)

4. Review some workout classes (thinking of trying me some corefusion cardio, refine method

5. Chatter about my labor day weekend wedding a bit...is this of interest to some? (wedding dress designer, the hunt for the perfect shoe, the quest for ‘something blue’….)

6. Run with the pup in the spring (hoping to get her and the fiance on some quick 3-6 mile runs this winters and prep her for spring)

7. Eat cleaner. (I mean, who wants to eat dirty?)

 

Pray tell. What do YOU resolve to do.

xoxox

S

Some friend…!?!??!?!!??!

So I was pondering this the other day after an acquaintance complained to me “Ugh, I am disgusting! I need to go to the gym, I mean I’m just FAT!”. Well, that’s a pretty aggressive statement. The person in question wasn’t fat, just lamenting their current lack of gym-age. Then it hit me. What is someone else said that same phrase to me? It’s like the age-old “Well I’m ____ so I can make jokes about that” (insert ethnicity, race, culture…anything…here). You can say whatever you want about yourself but if someone else said it, it would be absolutely horrific and shocking, wouldn’t it?

Imagine the scenario. You’re walking with a friend through the streets of NYC and all of a sudden she turns to you and goes “Oh my god you ARE SO FAT! You NEED to go to the gym!!!” Uhhhhh. I know!?!?!?!?! You couldn’t imagine the scenario. Because that person would no longer be your friend. I mean, you might even punch them in the face (orrr is that just me….)

(source)

Yeah, that wouldn’t fly. So here is my question to you (all five readers):

WHY IS IT OK TO SAY THIS TO YOURSELF!?!??!?!?
The simple and obvious answer is, it’s not. Duh. I could go on and on about this. But maybe, just maybe, this holiday season, this January resolution time, you can think about the golden rule or maybe Thumper’s mom: If you don’t have anything nice to say, doesn’t say anything at all. If you don’t have something positive to say about yourself, keep it shut. Until you find something.

Here is a list of suggestions of why you are awesome, in case you are struggling to come up with your own:

1. I used to not be able to _________ (run, walk,  get myself to the gym 2 days a week) and now I can.

2. People consider me a great ______ (friend, spouse, co-worker etc)

3. This year one of my biggest accomplishments was _____ ( work, personal, gaining a new awesome hobby, saving up for a great trip)

4. I’ve been really working hard on _____ (ANYTHING!) and some strides I’ve made in this area are ______

5. I am awesome. Obviously.

 

So be nice to yourself. Or you might need to punch yourself in the face. If you catch my drift ;)

 

These are a few of my favorite things…

Too late for Hanukkah, but that really crept up on me this year… It’s hard to find great gifts for people during the holidays (yeah yeah, everyone says it but it’s true) especially when your office wants to do a stupid secret santa or whatever those gift exchanges are. You don’t want to be the dork who gave the gift no one wants if it’s one of those ‘swaps’. You now what I’m talking about.

1. Candle: Everyone likes their apartment/house (I know feel people who own a house, so this will be a recurring theme, my city-centric writing…) to smell good. This candle by anthropologie is the only one I buy for my apartment and light almost daily. It’s soothing, refreshing and simply delicious. It’s also relatively large and well priced ($28)

2. Gym/life organizer: There’s nothing better than something adorable which doubles as something functional. I saw this little gem-y gem at Lululemon this weekend while buying a pair of silverescent challenge crops I didn’t need couldn’t live without. I digresss. This little organizer is cute and functional, the perfect gift for the gym crazy lover in your life.

3.  A bowl. Not for cooking. Come on, I live in NYC. Everyone orders in. My kitchen is the size of my desk at work. Slight exaggeration. But like my darling fiance says “it just SOUNDS better when you exaggerate a LITTLE.” Is THAT how an apartment can miraculously lose or gain500 square feet during his stories?? Right, gifts. Saw these adorable bowls on wedding websites I obsess over vist frequently. They’re wonderful as ring holders (wedding or otherwise) or jewelry in general for the bedside table. I have a similar thing (a square, not a round bowl so CLEARLY I need one of these…) and use it all the time. Anything personalized or monogrammed I adore. It must be the WASP side of me.

4.  ‘Save yourself‘: I love this. I love little things that have multiple uses. I am weird. During all of the insanity and unpleasantness of holiday travel, wouldn’t it be nice to know you had a mini-everything-you-need should you be stranded due to the inevitable awful snowstorm that will hit when you’re trying to get  to your fabulous destination? Amen. Besides, this thing is so cute I want to pinch it’s little cheeks corners.

5. Eat cheaper: I’ve used the bad-johnnies myself, so I can attest to their awesome-ness. Restaurant.com certificates. For just $2 (when they have their 80% off sales, sign up for the emails and WAIT until they send you the code for 80% off, otherwise it’s not as much of a deal…kapiche?) you can score $25 gift certificates to participating restaurants in your area/a friends area. TONS of great restaurants in NYC are on their list, and although restrictions do apply (I mean who DOESN’T read fine print…) they’re pretty legit.

‘Tis the season, right?

Disclaimer: OBVIOUSLYYYYY this blog is not popular enough for me to be compensated by ANYONE for mentioning the afore-tauted products. They’re just things I like. Duh. :)

xoxo

Running out of words…

And time! Who knew a full recap would take a month…? Not that you all were sitting on the edge of your seats, but the truth was that the end of the marathon wasn’t as exciting as the beginning and middle. Well, except for the very end. Basically past mile 20 I was in uncharted territory. PDR, the whole shebang. To be honest? I was really ready for this little jog the marathon to be over with. I absolutely couldn’t wait to hit the finish line, get wrapped in my space blanket, GRAB my medal (I’ve never gotten a medal from the 30+ races I have run…) and DRINK. Oh and eat of course. Does that make me weird??? Has anyone else ever felt that way while running their first marathon? I digress… I trudged along, saw my future sister-in-law (who I wasn’t expecting to see, AWESOME!) around mile 24. And I truly. Thought. This. Run. Would. Never. End. And I’m not dramatic or anything. It seemed interminable. As I passed the Chilean Miner (I know!?!??!?!) I wanted to just walk the final mile. I wanted to enjoy the beautiful central park scenery, the adoring crowd…and then BAM I saw four fabulous friends at mile 25.something. Their scream of encouragement and my surprise at seeing them for a second time on the course: (exhibit A, I am an ugly runner surprised:

Drove me a smiling, happy finish. I waved to my adoring fans as I crossed the finish (aka: my parents, brother, his gf, my fiance waiting in the coveted bleacher seats who captured me in this epic portrait)

Final thoughts?

  • Running a marathon is awesome. I can’t wait to do it again in 2012.
  • Running a marathon isn’t pretty. See above images for pictorial evidence of that reality.
  • Running a marathon kills your social life during training.

And in the spirit of the last, deep thought, I’m off to drink :)

XOXO

s

 

ps) I hope to return to my regularly scheduled blogging program of:

  • Eating (have a couple of good restaurant reviews lined up)
  • Working out (some things never change)
  • Wedding planning (I bought a dress, booked a place and am ready to DO this thing)

 

 

Run, run some more, keep running….(NYC ING MARATHON)

As we rounded the turn towards the Pulaski bridge, I remembered with vague horror the incline that awaited me. Oh wait, that was all the bridges. I digress. Exiting Brooklyn and having no one/nothing to look forward to in Queens while running up a decent incline wasn’t the most pleasant of experience.  I began to compartmentalize the race in my head, only a half marathon left to go. The bridge seemed interminable despite its small size and tons of people were walking. It was then I realized that my initial goal for under 4:30 wouldn’t be possible. We had never escaped from a very crowded “pack”. We spent over 10 miles weaving in and out of runners (which, of course, is a horrendous race strategy). It was at this point I wanted to focus on taking it all in and just enjoying the race.

QUEENS: We entered Queens and almost as quickly as we got there, we left. It was a quick ~2 mile jaunt and Long Island city/Queens did a good job of cheering us on. I can’t lie, though I was  dying to get into Manhattan. I know there was a possibility of seeing friends on First Avenue, and I could definitely use a friendly face(s) as a pick me up. So Queens remains rather blurry in my memory. I do, however, remember giant bales of hay somewhere in Queens and the smell of Tacos. Anyone?? Finally, it was time to hit the Queensboro and start ‘running towards home’. One of the best quotes I heard all day was from one of the fellow runners on my charity bus at 5:35 a.m. “Hey guys? I hate to break it to you, but this bus is going to drop you off. And then you’re going to have to run home.” Epic. Even though I live 60 blocks away from Tavern on the Green, I still continued to use the mantra of ‘running home’ as my feet continued to pound the asphalt.

Manhattan: FINALLY. The famed 1st Ave. “The crowd will carry you!” “You won’t even know you’re running!” Well, sort of. It’s kind of hard to “not know” you’re running after 16 miles. In my estimation. My legs knew I was running, but my heart and my head were definitely all over the place. All of a sudden in the 80’s  I heard SHRIEKING and looked towards the west side of the street where some of my bets friends were jumping up and down yelling my name and generally drunk freaking out. It was awesome. I must have be grinning ear to ear and I cruised up 1st on my way towards my parents/fiance/brother/brother’s gf/’other mother’ who were waiting on 110th. Unfortunately, however, I did miss the fabulous Dori (who I did get to see at the expo in her gorgeous orange t-shirt ;) ) who had this sign:

Boo for missing the sign, but I promised Dori I’ll get her back next year and I won’t rest until I find her!! Annnd finally I saw my entourage family at 110th. My dad saw me first and had my younger brother (along with his sign) run to the rest of the crew to alert them I was coming. I was greeted with fanfare and epic signs (my brother’s girfriend’s appropriately had “toenails are for sissies” since she is well versed in my ‘faxu-nails’ I have had painted on two of my toes for months now during pedicures…) I smiled, waved and kept up trucking into Harlem.  Despite Harlem being part of Manhattan, I’ll give it its own section…

EHa (East Harlem, obvi): I can’t tell a lie. I was ready for this race to be over. When I saw the Robinhood (my charity!) jumbotron, I waved for good measure but secretly wanted to be sprinting towards the finish in Central Park. Lulemon turned out and I got a big thumbs up from someone for my headband. I liked the tequila sign…

Bronx: Like everyone says, this is wildly uneventful and short. The turn out was fine, it didn’t feel empty (or maybe I just dont remember) but I was focused on just getting back into Manhattan and finishing this beyotch marathon. True.

Manhattan/the end: TO BE CONTINUED :)