More To Come

Many more adventures to come, but one has to end today. This is my last day at the hospital, with this view on my walk every day. Beautiful place to visit every day, but I’m ready to move on.

Oh hey, Ivy League School.

Oh hey, Ivy League School.

Happy Friday, friends!

Just a reminder to my NY/NJ homies: It Takes Guts HIIT/Pilates fusion class benefiting Team Challenge & the Crohn’s and Colitis Foundation of America is THIS SUNDAY! Bring $25 and get ready to get sweaty with my hot friends!

Told you. My friends are HOT.

Told you. My friends are HOT.

Now go out and run.

My Hot Friends

Being a part of the New York City fitness community means two things:

  1. My friends have smokin hot bodies.
  2. My dates with them often start at a fitness studio or on a run and end at a bar.
What did I tell you? Sweaty beasts.

Meet Jenn and Will. What did I tell you? Sweaty beasts. But so gorgeous!

The other thing that I learned in the past 3 years is that many, many of us have IBD. Every time I meet someone new, they or someone they know has this terrible disease. And yet, we pursue our personal fitness goals. We teach the classes, we coach the clubs, we run the studios, sweating alongside one another, working as hard as our bodies will allow.

I met Jenn Seracuse from Flex Studios 2 years ago while collecting donations for my Kick Ass 5K. We quickly became friends when Jenn shared with me that she has Crohn’s disease. I met Will Lanier, the manager and a coach at BRICK New York, through many mutual friends as he battled Ulcerative Colitis last year and became the face of the Blank:Cancer campaign.

One day, we will be smarter than cancer.

One day, we will be smarter than cancer.

I somehow managed to convince these two to run a half marathon with me and raise money for the Crohn’s and Colitis Foundation of America’s Team Challenge. And then I had to back out of actually running with them, but am thrilled to be their coach!

Told you. My friends are HOT.

Told you. My friends are HOT.

They’re hosting a joint event to raise money for their journey to Portland, Maine this July!

If you are around NYC next weekend, you HAVE to stop by and get sweaty with my friends. Not only are they two of the most genuine, kind people I’ve met, they are SICK fitness instructors. Every time I take Jenn’s class, I am shaking for days. They also happen to both be Lululemon Ambassadors. I mean, we were destined to be friends, right?

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Oh, and did I mention it’s only $25 cash???? With the soaring prices of workout classes these days, this is a STEAL.

Here are the details for the HIIT/Pilates fusion class:

  • Sunday, June 14 from 12-2pm
  • Dream Downtown 355 West 16th Street
  • Facebook link to the event 


All proceeds go toward their fundraising efforts. Bring a water bottle and a towel, you will be getting sweaty.

You really should go to this. They’re awesome. Team Challenge is awesome. And I want them to feel the love of the running community, to which they are both newbies.

Thank you friends! And happy Friday!

Now go out and run!

I’m Not That Girl

Yesterday was National Running Day. Well, to me, yesterday was My Son’s First Birthday FIRST and National Running Day second.

Let me come back to this.

I am also, apparently, most likely to have my fictitious business plan become an actual reality.

I am Most Likely to Go On a Huge Tangent in My Writing. I am also, apparently, most likely to have my fictitious business plan become an actual reality.

Did you guys see Wicked? I read the book (great sci-fi/fantasy book!) and saw the show (eh) but I remember listening to Idina Menzel (aka Adel Dazeem) sing “I’m Not That Girl” and identifying with the lyrics in my own sort of way.

“Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who’s winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That’s the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I’m not that girl”

I don’t think I’m some undeserving ugly duckling, but where blogging is concerned, mine is certainly not the belle of the ball. I don’t understand coding or web design, so you guys are stuck with my boring  pre-made WordPress format.

I don’t take pictures everywhere of everything. I once had dinner with 3 other bloggers and they all immediately whipped their fancy cameras out when the food came. I was elbows deep in my pulled pork sandwich as they were posting on Instagram. Oops.

I like food.

I like food. I don’t have many “before” pictures of delicious food.

I have no photography skills to speak of and I don’t know how to work the timer on my iPhone camera (also didn’t know this was a thing until recently). You get selfies and whatever pictures anyone else takes here.

Super-attractive post-run selfies.

Super-attractive post-run selfies.

So, I gather you aren’t here for the Pinterest-worthy pictures. Or updates on my life and daily activities. Or the life and times of my beautiful son.

One thing I’m very proud of is that I’ve been able to keep my private life private, in spite of the benefits I might receive by sharing more. Bloggers who are willing to share more of their family, their everyday life, and post 5-10 pictures taken with mad skills and beautiful cameras are rewarded with sponsorships and/or cash.

I’m not that girl. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, it’s just not me.

AM here to help you run stronger every day. I’m very happy to share my running journey with you, my personal health and fitness struggles, and all the knowledge I can about the body and how to make it stronger.

I have a white coat. Ask me questions.

I have a white coat. Ask me questions.

For everything else, you’ll just have to switch over to one of my friend’s very fabulous blogs. They’re prettier and far more interesting than mine. And that’s ok.

So yeah, I ran on National Running Day. I ran home as fast as I could from work so I could spend 20 minutes with my son before he went to bed on his first birthday. I didn’t stop to take a picture and only later realized it was what everyone else was talking about on social media.

I’m not that girl. And I’m not sorry (that’s Madonna, not Wicked).

I’m so humbled to know that anyone reads my blog. I hope I can help make you a better runner. And I hope you had a very happy National Running Day! It was glorious here in NYC yesterday…and today, for that matter. Springtime in New York is not to be missed.

I love my ASICS DS Racers and no one paid me to say that. They COULD pay me to say that...I wouldn't mind!

I love my ASICS DS Racers and no one paid me to say that. They COULD pay me to say that…I wouldn’t mind!

Now go out and run.

I Was Scared.

Last weekend, I ran with my Garmin watch for the first time since September 2013. Well, and the last time I ran “with” it, it wasn’t even on MY wrist. Birdie happily took the duty of watching my pace during the Hamptons Half Marathon, knowing I was 3 weeks pregnant and definitely not interested in pushing myself.

That arm on the left? That's Birdie's arm and my watch.

That arm on the left? That’s Birdie’s arm and my watch.

I felt like crap during that race. I felt like I was running in the sand (not my favorite place to run) at 12,000 ft. It was awful. Turns out, my slowest pace was 8:00/mile and everything else was sub-8:00. I only ran 3.5 minutes off my PR because I was in shape to run the marathon, but I had to FIGHT for every mile.

I put my watch away after that and ran how I felt with my growing belly.

After I had my son, I was slow to return to running. I knew I wasn’t physically ready to support that type of repetitive impact, so I focused on getting strong. #getstrongbeforeyougolong

Which brings us to this week when I (literally) dusted off my Garmin for a run with my little running buddy.

Bright shoes, happy baby, GO!

Bright shoes, happy baby, GO!

So what the hell took me so long to put that stupid watch back on?

I was scared.

Scared I wouldn’t like the numbers I saw. I asked Birdie on a run back in November what our pace was. She replied with a number that made me feel like crap. To be fair, we were going into a head wind, but I still wasn’t cruising.

I was so scared to feel disappointed in myself that I wasn’t “back” to where I was pre-baby. In hind sight, it was a smart decision. In spite of being a total coward, not brining my Garmin has made this year’s runs feel casual and relaxing.

Summer Streets with a 2 month old? Sweet!

Summer Streets with a 2 month old? Sweet!

Even though the numbers I’m clocking aren’t any great shakes, I’m slowly making my way back to paces I know are pretty good for me. I’ll probably leave the Garmin at home more often than not until I get into actual training mode for the Rock ‘n Roll Half in Brooklyn this October, and that’s ok.

In spite of my cowardice being the reason I avoided my Garmin for almost 2 years, I feel like it was the right move for me. I just wish I had done it more by choice and less because of fear of disappointment and frustration.

Live and learn, right?

Oh, and happy birthday to the very best reason to leave my Garmin at home.

Now go out and run!