Ghosts of Bloggers Past

Have you ever been ghosted? No, I’m not talking about throwing romantic ceramics with Swayze, may he rest in peace. And I’m not talking about use of this emoji, which is the only proper way to punctuate the phrase “I’m so hungry I could die.” And I’m not talking about hiding under a white sheetContinue reading “Ghosts of Bloggers Past”

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Choose Your Battles

I tend to have a pretty low bar when signing up for road races. Sure, I’ll consider the crucial things, like whether I can actually run that distance or if I’m physically out of town. But mostly I’ll register for anything that crosses my path, especially if 1. The swag is good (see this weekend’sContinue reading “Choose Your Battles”

Songs of Good Cheer

News flash: On Saturday morning, I won the Rhinebeck Hudson Valley Half Marathon. Don’t misunderstand me: I didn’t run it or anything. But I stood on my front stoop in the rain, blasted Bob Seger’s “Against the Wind,” called affirmations to every athlete passing by and — most importantly — had the best-looking sidekick thisContinue reading “Songs of Good Cheer”

Hitting Pause (Hitting Paws?)

There are some beautiful words in other languages that capture a sentiment we can’t quite put our finger on in English. The Danish Hygge — or a feeling of pleasant, charming coziness — has been the buzzword of 2017, but there are so many more that manage to express in a single beat things usContinue reading “Hitting Pause (Hitting Paws?)”

“Wendy, Michael, John! Tinkerbelle, c’mon!”

If you were to ask me why I run, I could give you any number of predictable and entirely true answers. I run because it helps keep my weight in check. I run because it allows me to work through my anxiety in a healthy way. I run because it grants me precious alone timeContinue reading ““Wendy, Michael, John! Tinkerbelle, c’mon!””

No Means No: The Brooklyn Half Story

I’m not going to sugar coat it for you: At least 70 percent of being a runner is talking yourself into doing things you don’t want to do. I don’t want to run 4 miles before work, but I’m going to make myself. I don’t want to cut happy hour short, but I’m going to makeContinue reading “No Means No: The Brooklyn Half Story”

Brooklyn is the New Brooklyn

The Brooklyn Half Marathon didn’t start until 7 a.m. last Saturday, but in the hours leading up to it, my mind was already racing: Am I going to make it to the Prospect Park starting line before bag check closes at the ungodly hour of 6:10 a.m.? Is it going to start pouring mid-race likeContinue reading “Brooklyn is the New Brooklyn”

Mama Mia

What did you inherit from your mother? Your affinity for peanut butter? Your sun-kissed complexion? Your entrepreneurial spirit? In my case, all of the above, plus something practically guaranteed to extend the length and quality of my adult life: my dedication to health. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I don’t think I’dContinue reading “Mama Mia”

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

The winter seems to be full of acceptable excuses not to workout. The days are shorter. The Central Park water fountains don’t work. Bathing suit season is still several months away. House of Cards won’t watch itself. And of course, the most tangible excuse to skip winter workouts of all: the world outside my apartment todayContinue reading “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”