It’s the cornerstone of the typical marathon training program. Your 20-miler. If you can do that, you can do that extra 6.2. Some advise against running further or doing it more than once because of injury risk and peaking too soon. Of course, advanced/competitive runners often do choose to do more. I do not fall […]Read more "Twenty."
I’m only 31. An older man this weekend thought I couldn’t be much older than 21. Yet at a recent NYU event full of undergrads, I wasn’t IDed while getting an adult beverage (even though others had been). I’m actually not too concerned about getting old – as the “baby” in my family – I […]Read more "Youthful Aging"
And with that, I’m halfway there – 9 weeks down, 9 weeks to go. I’m grateful to say my body is feeling good, haven’t had any major aches or pains, and I pray it stays that way. This past weekend was a doozy though. I celebrated my final summer Friday at work by kicking off […]Read more "The Glass is Half Full"
I’ve despised Albany ever since I first visited in 2000. My brother was going to check out SUNY Albany, and I was along for the ride, as well as my beloved Goofy doll who went everywhere with me (even though I was the ripe age of 13). After showering in our hotel, I came out […]Read more "One if by Land, Two if By Sea"
With this silly, narcissistic blog of mine, it can seem like I’m a fully committed runner. Really, I’m a bit seasonal. The catalyst to kicking off my blog is thanks to my recent binge watching of Sex & the City and watching Carrie write. The running focus is because I’m marathon training now and it’s […]Read more "One and Done."
As a high school athlete, I didn’t worry about pace during training runs. Typically, we were told to run for a certain amount of time. Which on occasion meant running off campus to Ralph’s Ices for delicious cream ices (ice cream backwards), walking back a bit, and then running the rest of the way so […]Read more "Your Most Important Relationship as a Runner"
At 4:23 on Sunday morning, my eyes peered open. I debated for a moment if I should rise or wait until my 4:30 alarm. Something about that unnatural ringing always leaves me a bit grouchy, and I needed to cream cheese my bagel, so up I went. My boyfriend graciously arose to give me a […]Read more "Panic in the Atlantic"