I remember the first time I went to a promoter dinner. I was completely dumbfounded of this obscure culture I had no idea existed. The fact that I could show up at a restaurant wearing a dress that looked more … Continue reading
I think by now you and I have this little understanding that I’ve developed into a pretty active person. I have an inability to sit still for too long. I run half marathons. I want to run a full marathon. … Continue reading
Maybe tacos are my desert island food, after all. Continue reading
Catching up, laying on the roof catching some sun, running through Central Park, heading downtown to try out Salvation Taco and catch a friend’s show at Rockwood, indulging in even MORE Mexican food at brunch Sunday — it had all the makings of a perfect weekend. Continue reading
It was comforting. It felt right. I ran faster with each step as I thought about those who cannot run anymore after last week’s events. I thought about the lives lost. I thought about how one day, maybe I’ll run that race. Continue reading
I have this realization every single time I come back to the city from time away. One night. Two days. A week. A month. Whether it’s by bus, taxi, train, car … I see the city skyline and I’m happy. … Continue reading
Sunny runs. San Francisco. In-N-Out Burger. Tangerine wheat beer. California manicure. Ghirardelli java and mint chocolate chip cone. Shopping excursions. Air. Exhale. Continue reading
A girl who, freshman year of high school, couldn’t run a mile in under 11 minutes. That same girl ran an entire half marathon in 8:23 splits. If you want it, you can have it. You just need to believe. Continue reading
It’s 6:51 a.m. on a Saturday and I’m awake. This early morning stuff has been kind of a regular for me lately but I really can’t complain. I could complain about the last month when I just wasn’t sleeping. Like at all. Like get into my bed lay awake from 11 p.m. to 3 a.m. not being able to pass out. Or the alternative — pass out from exhaustion at 10 p.m., wake up at 1 a.m. and stare at the ceiling for three hours. Continue reading
I’m here. I promise. I’m a real live human being with feelings and senses and I am fully functioning, just been in a blog funk. Spring has infused New York City with this crazy energy. It’s beautiful and invigorating and refreshing. I walk outside on sunny days like today and want to put on my sneakers and run forever. On days like today, I crave the bucket list. I crave weekend days at South Street. I crave … all of it. My thoughts are sporadic … I hope you don’t mind. Continue reading
I so badly wanted to put on floral pants this morning. OK, so I actually did put them on at one point. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, florals on, sun streaking across my thighs listening to … Continue reading
I guess this is part of being a New Yorker, but that doesn’t make it any fucking better. Excuse my swearing. Actually, I don’t even feel bad about it. Yesterday morning I saw a fucking mouse in my kitchen. The … Continue reading
A weekend home filled with pan crisped salmon with light dijon cream sauce and garlic breadcrumbs (via How Sweet Eats), good wine, hot tub relaxation, a St. Patrick’s Day breakfast, parade, and bar crawl, cast iron skillet Brussels sprout bacon … Continue reading
It’s been a full year. One year ago I packed up and moved to New York City. One year ago, my life changed. I’ve changed. I joined an overpriced gym. I did brunch at The Standard. I bought beer tickets. … Continue reading
