Something less offensive…DogVacay!

I can’t believe I mistakingly insulted my HERO in life (my big brother of course) by calling out his first dance wedding song as “too predictable” in my last entry. And perhaps I dissed the institution of marriage all together, based on some of the comments. For all of that, I apologize & please realize that this website contains only about 80% of my actual views. I have to save that other 20% so we will have something to talk about when I see you in person.

Let’s take a day away from hurting feelings (we will save that for Wednesday’s entry) & talk something less offensive. We are officially dog-sitting these days with a company called DogVacay. Basically, it’s like internet dating but with dogs. People find nearby folks to dog sit for them. We get paid to provide AWESOME dog-sitting abilities for all your pet needs. We had our first dog last month & it was super cool. It’s like being a doggie aunt. All the responsibilities, but after it’s over you lose the “I should be at home with my dog right now” guilt that all dog owners feel on a constant basis. Oh, but while it’s happening you can leave social situations early by saying things like, “I have to get home to the dog” & you aren’t even lying! It’s just not YOUR dog.

The initial meeting with the dog parents is always the most nerve-racking. It very much brings me back to my internet dating days, except these people just come over to your house on the first date! Do they see the crumbs from that entire fruit tart I just ate (oh, btw, I at a fruit tart by myself the other day…a post run treat)? Do they think this place is tiny? Do they think I’m being fake right now as I talk in a baby voice to their dog?? Do they like meeeee?

So we booked a dog today for a week & I’m all “DogHooray!” This dog is super chill, fluffy, 2 yr old rescue named Barley. I can’t believe I get paid for this, but please–keep the money coming. So, if you need a dogsitter–please go through my people. They will get in touch with your people. It will be fabulous.

First Dance Wedding Songs

I’ve never been married. It looks scary. You have to be around someone all the time, get along, support one another, sacrifice for another, nod your head a lot to show you are listening to them. Like, a lifetime of this. If I had married in my 20s, I would certainly be divorced at least once by now. Which is fine, but it all seems so complicated and expensive. I prefer 16 mile solo runs.

BUT I have been planning my wedding since I was like 10. I looked through wedding magazines, cut little snippets out if I saw a dress or a table setting I liked. I was that girl. I love the idea of a party in honor of me (and some dude). I love that you can get away with the biggest, poofiest dress in the room & no one can say anything but “You look amazing.” I would never be the type to wear a simple hippie dress or go barefoot or something. I need to DO IT UP. If I ever dated you, I did the ultimate thing NOT do which was plan our wedding in my head within a few months of meeting you.

I’m still into the idea of the FIRST DANCE song. I have at least 10 of them in mind if the time ever comes. They are super schmaltzy, and I would have to spend the entire engagement pressuring my husband-to-be to understand that THIS Ed Sheeran song is ABOUT US. Or that Taylor Swift one. Or that Blind Pilot song (I just saw them live for the first time this weekend & they dedicated a song to a couple that used it as their first dance song–so I pretty much stole that idea). Avett Bros, George Strait, Jack Johnson, Ben Folds, Otis Redding…I have so many of them. Sometimes I even envision myself taking singing lessons and surprising everyone by belting out the song. LOL. Sometimes in these daydreams I even let the groom play guitar.

As you can see, what I really want here is basically a one woman show. With a registry. This is probably a great reason why I haven’t actually gotten married. I’m not in it for the right reasons. I’ve been in the big city for too long & have seen so many ways that people live their life, and they don’t all include walking down the aisle. Turns out, happiness is not dependent on stuff like this. I applaud people like my parents, etc–who have been happily married for what feels like forever. It’s really awesome to watch. But I also applaud Oprah, who has Stedman but doesn’t have a ring on her finger and will never have her first dance wedding song. What would it be though, Oprah? John Legend is too commonplace for someone of your stature. Etta James’ “At Last…” too predictable. Ah, I could ruminate on this one forever.

To all the married folks out there, what was your first dance song? How was it decided? Together? Or were you pressured into it? I need to know!!!

A Long Run in Images

I’m short on words today, but I have an excuse. Those 17 miles I ran has something to do with it. All I can seem to do is eat. I ate breakfast and lunch within an hour of one another. I normally don’t take photos on a run, but this felt more like an adventure. I wasn’t in a hurry for afternoon plans, so I really took my time. These are in order in which I ran past them. Included are fun run tips if you are thinking of ever running this distance (not recommended).

Santa Monica Airport

Tip #1= Route your run so that you get the ugly part over first. Any of the crowded streets, the brunch places that will be packed, the lame billboard views–get these out of the way early on. There is nothing that irritates me more than trying to finish a run while sadly passing what looks and smells like AMAZING brunches. People are slowly sipping their coffee and IT IS TOO MUCH. Also, these are the easier of the miles. You won’t need beautiful views or peace. Above is the Santa Monica Airport, which was really the only thing of interest in the first 7+ miles or so.

Hula Hoop, Venice Beach

Tip #2= Avoid the ocean boardwalk at all cost. I didn’t follow that today, but at least I got to see a guy with a giant hula hoop on Venice Beach. You would think this would be prime running territory, but it is crowded with people that have never been on a bike before & they could kill you. You would think you would be close to the water, but there is so much sand!! So I didn’t stay here too many miles. Off to the roads less traveled…

Venice Canals

Tip #3= Take this opportunity to be a tourist. You don’t have to worry about parking! Today I visited my favorite Venice Canals. It was quiet and peaceful and only lasted about a quarter of a mile, but it still injected some much needed scenic/quiet moments.

Marina del Rey

Tip #4= Go to your old hood! It will feel like you’re running your everyday run, not like you’ve been running for 11 miles. It helps when you used to live next to a bunch of boats because boats are really pretty to look at! And look what I did here–made it all black and white and mysterious.

Ballona Creek Bike Path

Tip #5= Find a quiet bike path to do the last half of your run. There are not that many people to deal with, and there certainly are no smells of brunch. The Ballona Creek bike path is one of my all time favorites in L.A. It goes under all the streets, so you don’t have to stop at lights or anything. Although at this point, you are begging for a red light.

Bike Path, Culver Blvd

Tip #6= Get off that path! And find another path that DOES have red lights you must stop for. Because you will want to stop. At this point in my run, I wanted to stop every other second. So a dirt path (not too hard on the legs) & lots of stopping helps get the job done.

Scary Mickey, Culver City

Tip #7= Stay away from scary Mickeys in the park (and birthday parties, bbqs, other things that are way too weird and overwhelming when you’re in a very tired, spent state). It was next to my water fountain, though, which is also good to have on your long run.

There you have it! Happy Sunday! I’m going to go eat more things now.

My favorite sporting event no one is watching.

So, today is the World Championship Ironman in Kona. You won’t find live T.V. coverage unfortunately. It’s streaming online, though, so I’ve been watching on and off throughout the day. You can step away for HOURS, and come back to a race that is still not over. We’re about 6 1/2 hours into it right now. Can you even imagine? 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike ride & oh just a marathon (26.2 miles) to finish. Insane. I think it’s the most physically challenging sport out there, and it’s so inspiring to watch.

The footage of the “age group” participants (us regular folks) is just as awesome. There is a cutoff time of midnight, so you will see people crawling in right at the deadline & the crowds cheering. I can’t imagine finishing at 12:05am or something & them saying “sorry about that! good try!” There are both tears and cheers from me every year–sitting at home watching on a laptop like a big nerd.

I had no idea when I completed my first triathlon 5 or so years ago that I would become such a fan. Running was so revolutionary for me. I doubted swimming/biking could add anything to that. I still don’t really like swimming all that much–especially in the open waters (murky, scary, anxiety-inducing). I DO love the bike–mainly because you get to sit down at least! Really, I love the whole energy of the event. There is a ton of fear from everyone at the beginning. It’s probably 4:30am & pitch black outside. Everyone is questioning their ability in the water (wow, those waves are big!)–we’re all saying (I hear this EVERY race) how we wish we could just get right on the bike. We all run in the water like maniacs anyways, hopping over waves as if we are being chased. Getting hit by flailing arms, tangled in seaweed & trying to take a normal breath amidst all the excitement and panic. We drag ourselves out of the water, not knowing how we will ever get the wetsuit off–much less get on the bike & ride.

Riding the bike is surprisingly quiet. Roads are usually shut down to cars, and we’re not riding at a conversational pace. All you can hear is a little heavy breathing, and that’s it. Everything flies by. You actually can take a second to enjoy yourself–especially if there is awesome scenery.

The run–ahhh, the most comfortable for me. Because at least if you can’t run, you can walk! Or if you can’t walk, maybe you can roll? But sometimes your legs feel like bricks as you hop off the bike and take your first steps. Sometimes your stomach cramps from the weird energy gels you’ve been eating on the bike. Sometimes your legs feel like they are screaming at you to stop because haven’t they done enough already? And then you manage to somehow, always surprisingly, get into some kind of groove & oftentimes can even sprint it in at the end.

And at the end, you are so dirty and gross. You are sometimes still wet and salty from the water & from the sweat. Your legs can be covered with mud depending on where you are riding/running. Your hands are sticky with those energy gels. You’re sandy from the beach. The bottom of your feet are black from running on the pavement in the “transition” area. That anyone would cheer me on & act like I look totally normal when I finish one of these–God bless them. These things put you through the ringer.

But something in this mix of panic, thrills, excitement, torture, sun, water, sand, trails, streets, exhaustion, fear, doubt, confidence–it’s like all of life rolled into a tiny 3 hour segment. And turns out, life is really really FUN! Except for the post-race festivities (I never need to hear “Pump up the Jam” played that loudly), which always make me feel like I have social anxiety & need to find a quiet car as soon as possible.

I’ve taken a year off of triathlons–2 marathons seemed like enough in one year. And plus, the juggling of all 3 sports can sometimes be overwhelming. Breaks are good it turns out–as I watch the footage today, I can’t WAIT to start back on my bike and in the pool after November. And it’s been a couple of seasons since I’ve been able to say that. To whatever sport inspires you! (Even if it can only be found on the internet).

Things to be excited about this weekend…

Yes! Hooray! It’s Friday. I’m less than an hour away from leaving work & beginning the weekend. Here’s what I’m excited about:

#1) The Bluegrass Situation: I get to go to a concert! With 4 bands! That I don’t have to pay for! And it’s bluegrass. This is the ultimate feel-good music for me. The instruments make me feel like home. Speaking of, I do have a banjo at home now! No, I can’t play it.

#2) My last really long run before NYC marathon: I will have to do something exciting to get myself through these 16+ miles. A new route? New playlist? Not sure yet–but I’m actually looking forward to all that time outdoors.

#3) The beach is in the plans. Always a good idea to say hi to the ocean every once in awhile.

#4) Football. I thought I would never say that, but I play Fantasy Football now & I’m undefeated. So yes, GO FOOTBALL!

#5) Sleeping in. Actually, this is just a pipe dream. I don’t know how to sleep in. I haven’t slept in past 7:00am in years unless I’m on a new time zone. But I like the idea that if somehow I needed to, I could.

#6) Super Soul Sunday. Thank you Oprah for coming to visit me on Sundays. I miss your weekday show terribly, but this will have to do. Remember when we went camping and you fixed us all Moscow Mules? Oh Oprah.

There’s your short FRIDAY entry for you. I’m sure you’re busy gearing up for your awesome weekend as well. Have a good one!

So much teaching…

Earlier last month, I googled “teacher so tired”–yes, that was my exact phrasing. I turn into a cave woman sometimes when I’m googling. The start of a lovely school year, except I wasn’t feeling it. It’s partially because at our work we also teach a full summer camp program. There is no time to miss teaching or the kids. They are ALWAYS there.

Don’t get me wrong, I love working with kids. In some ways, it’s a total selfish endeavor. I can enter a class moody, tired or ruminating over something & almost instantly the students give me energy & bring me back into the present moment. They are my Deepak Chopras in that way. Without fail, I get as into the creative storytelling process as they do, and all is well with the world again. But 90 kids a day, new kids every 6-7 weeks, year after year after year.

I guess if I add it up, I’ve been in this field for 15 years or so (give a take a few years because I’m really bad at history). I truly believe from the bottom of my heart that every kid needs some fun injected into their school days & I know the work I’ve done has been good. I feel lucky to have landed in something I’m so passionate about & to be able to serve so many kids.

While I love what I do and feel grateful for being able to do it–it’s been hard to admit to myself when I’m feeling tired, bored or “over” it. I CRAVE challenges in my life. I love doing the thing I thought I could not do (hello marathon!). I like feeling terrified sometimes. Teaching used to be that for me. I would get nervous the first day of class. I would panic over my curriculum. It’s not like that anymore. I feel super comfortable in the classroom. And the tired part. I can’t describe it to you without sounding like a complaint but trying to engage/encourage/support/teach everyday–as much as it gives energy, it definitely takes it away. And I’ve tried to problem-solve all of this. I’m teaching different classes now (film!), new curriculum & working one-on-one more with classroom teachers at their schools. I mix it up, but it still feels too comfortable. Don’t worry if my bosses are reading this or not. I’m always too honest with them about how I feel.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about different roads to travel. I think about when I was 21, and I moved to Seattle & then to L.A. like it was no big deal. No fear. I crave those stories when someone left their comfort zone & tried something totally new/different, so please feel free to share them with me. Security can be really persuasive sometimes, but we’re here for such a limited amount of time! I don’t want to spend years of it in a comfort zone. Also, I worry about being an old crazy drama teacher–with too many scarves & flowy pajama pants.

My students made a documentary on our organization’s founder. In one of the interviews, he said–“I follow my creativity, wherever it takes me.” It’s been stuck in my brain for over a year now because it makes so much sense to me. I look at my creative choices when I was a young kid–“Hey cousins, let’s form a band and only do covers of Chipmunk covers!” “Hey, let me be Dolly Parton on that parade float–you can be Reba!” “Let’s make a movie about this tiny stuffed Santa doll!” “Let’s put on this Charlie Brown play!” I can’t tell you these were Oscar-award/Nobel Peace Prize kind of ideas, but they were all coming from a super strange/fun/creative part of me that didn’t think too hard about if it was a “good” idea or not, or if it would be successful. Mom and Dad would have to watch the show, so there are at least 2 people in the audience. With extended family forced to sit through it–that’s an even bigger audience.

I know, I know–I didn’t have to pay rent as a little kid. We DID charge for concessions we borrowed from the pantry, though, so I think I could’ve managed that if I had to. But there is still this *no fear* part of me that’s very much alive and ready for the next adventure, wherever it leads. Thanks for allowing me this very public forum to figure out life choices. Ha. I will keep you updated.

A bike ride in Santa Barbara

In August, I spent a couple of days in Santa Barbara. There was nothing special going on, just a mid-week adventure before classes started up again. I got to pack my BRAND NEW beautiful orange Juliana mountain bike (which I love for its style AND performance). I’ve been riding what I have been told is a “very unsafe” bike for several years now–plus the gears were noisy & the brakes were worn out. I was so ready for this.

I’m not much of an extreme sports kind of person. I love monotony. I seek out quiet stretches of calm nothingness in my adventures. So mountain biking is new for me. I’m the one on the mountain yelling “AHHHHHH!!!! NOOOOOOO!!! WEEEEEEEE!!!” I’m also the one going very very slow. Mountain biking can be scary, but the trail we found in a national forest ended up being pretty mild. We climbed uphill & then the downhill somehow turned into sand, so we had to walk some of it. As we walked down, we noticed a swimming pool. It’s not often you see a pool on the side of a mountain in a forest. We get closer, and it appears to be open to the public. Oh, AND a hot tub?! And it’s completely empty in the middle of summer? What is this?

I jumped into the pool with my bike clothes on, swam some laps & looked up at the sky and the mountains. It was one of those moments where I felt like the lucky one. I waited for someone to kick us out, but no one ever did. Just a quiet afternoon mid-ride dip in the pool with a view. No technology to keep us occupied, no wondering about what was for dinner, no worrying about the time. And all of it, completely free!

I don’t know how many silent thank you’s I have said to the outdoors for saving me, for making my day, for giving me a sense of peace, for teaching me how to slow down–for just being blindingly awesome. But this day was full of thank yous. And the new bike is a little more worn in now, but she’s ready for plenty more adventures! Let me know if you have a pool for me!

The First Real Housewife Sentenced to Prison!

It is a sad time for those of us who associate ourselves with the Real Housewives franchise (I’m talking to you, Dad!) Teresa Giudice, of Real Housewives of New Jersey–is headed off to federal prison for 15 months for lots of fraud. I won’t get into the details here (that’s our private housewife business, everyone–have some respect).

Real Housewives is probably one of the things I shouldn’t be watching on T.V. I refuse to watch it with other people who tell me how bad it is. I KNOW. I used to watch Days of our Lives every day in the summers as a kid, so I can only compare the melodrama on these “reality” shows to that. It is so much fun to watch, but I get it: it’s not for everyone. I personally find these women fascinating, hilarious & horrifying–all at the same time.

When you find a fellow housewife fan, you can tell a lot about the person when they tell you which Housewives they watch. Oh, you’re Atlanta? Wait, you like Beverly Hills? Oh, New York–really?!? As for me, it depends on the season, but I keep up with Orange County, New York, & Atlanta more than the rest.

It’s funny–every new Housewives series evolves in exactly the same way. The first season is always the most “real.” As the years go on, it becomes more and more about the fame. Arguments are no longer over what you did or didn’t say at the last dinner party. Nope, it’s about what you tweeted or wrote on your blog for the world to see. Or *horror* things that were leaked to the media. And at least half of them are trying to brand themselves, most likely after they saw Bethany create her Skinny Girl line and become a bazillionaire. I believe Sonja from New York even tried to have her own (failed) toaster oven line.

You would think this would spoil the whole show, and it does–but there are still golden moments of drama that you can’t find anywhere else. This year alone, we saw the epic REUNION BRAWL in Atlanta, where Andy Cohen declared, “Props are no longer allowed on reunion shows.” It’s a long, glorious story. And then the LEG THROWING moment on New York. Yes, I said leg throwing! One of the housewives is so mad, she removes her prosthetic leg & throws it on the dinner table. The editing of this episode is the best you’ll ever see. Close up shots of the leg (with a shoe on it, of course!) & other housewives gasping, laughing, & looking amazing.

If you don’t know Andy Cohen, he was head of development at Bravo for over 10 years & remains an executive producer of the Housewives series. And now, he’s host of Watch What Happens Live–a 30 minute nightly series that usually recaps & laughs about the latest housewives episode. He also hosts all of the (now Part 1, Part 2, Part 3) reunion shows. His interaction with the ladies as just as fascinating as any of the shows themselves. He will ask them anything and call them out on everything, demanding, “The fans want to know!”

So, last night, in his most “serious” show (none of the usual DJs and cocktails), he had Teresa and her husband Joe (also sentenced to prison) on for their first talk since sentencing. It was so sad watching this woman talk about being away from her kids, and then Andy would ask something inappropriate like, “Are you going to lose your temper in prison? Remember when you shoved me during that reunion show?” OR, “Your looks are always so important to you, are you worried about keeping that up in prison?” She answered solemnly, “I’ll just slick my hair back & that’s that.” You could tell she had already thought about what hairstyle would work best without all her products and stylists.

But the series will carry on–new women added, old women dropped–with the matriarch of the whole thing, Ms. Vicki Gunvalson of Orange County still somehow remaining an interesting character to watch after all these years. And I will keep watching, by myself, with a glass of wine if possible–enjoying the guiltiest of pleasures.

Things that annoy me. (Oprah, please don’t read this. I’m grateful. Always. For everything.)

So, I was writing a perfectly good post this afternoon when I lost internet connection & it was all gone forever. Annoying. Now I’m out of material, and I have a deadline (now I SO FEEL what Carrie Bradshaw was going through all those years with that column). So let’s make this short and sweet. Although I aim to be eternally grateful for everything all the time–you guys know how HARD this is!

Things that annoy me:

#1) On my commute home when I get onto the 10 freeway, I have about 1/4 of a mile to move over 3 lanes. This means 5 days a week, I have to beg for people to “let me in.” It’s like my past love life on repeat.

#2) Communal tables at a restaurant with music blaring–this is apparently the hip thing in L.A. now. Let’s all eat together, but we will play music at such a volume that means there is no way to actually understand anything anyone is saying. No, I don’t want to eat with you. Get me a private, dim quiet booth any day of the week. My mother was at one of these on a recent visit, & there was an EARTHQUAKE–but everyone at our table just assumed someone shoved the table over a little. This is the sign your restaurant is too loud.

#3) Pharmaceutical advertising–I think I watch a LOT of old people television (no offense to old people) because all I ever see are ads for various drugs. I’ve heard the word Warfarin and COPD thrown around all over the place & yet really have no idea what any of it is for. My new favorite is a medication for bipolar disorder called LATUDA. Great to hear voice-overs say anything sounding like “toot-ah” over and over again.

#4) Off topic talk at meetings. I really do care about your weekend, but let’s do the meeting first and THEN you can tell me all about it. Or more likely, I will run away from you before you get to. I have been in way too many 2 1/2 hr meetings, and in conclusion: they should be banned. Amen.

#5) “No chip” nail polish from the drugstore. IT’S NOT TRUE!

Is that enough negativity to end your Monday night? It really did take me like 2 hours to come up with this many things, which means my life is overall pretty swell.

The Long Run: NYC Marathon Training!

I’m running the NYC Marathon in a month. I’ve been trying to get into this marathon for years, and I somehow managed to get in after I already registered to do the L.A. Marathon this past March. This means 2 marathons too many in one year.

Here is a confession: I don’t necessarily love running long distances. OK, maybe it took me too long to discover this. I always try to follow a marathon training plan, and I always fail miserably. I almost always get injured, so I spend the last months leading up to a marathon praying that I will somehow be well enough to make it through the race. And so far, I’ve finished 7 marathons (Seattle, Las Vegas & 5 L.A.s). No, I’m not breaking any records for speed, but once I let go of that idea of getting faster and faster–marathons have become much more fun! This time around, I haven’t stressed out at all & luckily (cross your fingers) haven’t had any injuries.

Today was one of those long runs I try to avoid, but I had no excuse. 15 miles (some people run 20, but I’ll probably max out at 18 next weekend) to the beach, down the boardwalk and back. Of course all my long runs end up falling on “heat wave” weekends. If you were wondering (and I’m sure you were) what a solo long run is like for me, here is a play by play:

Miles 1-5: I wake up early today and don’t do my usual–slow coffee, breakfast, TV & then out for a leisurely weekend run. Instead, I realize it will be heating up fast, so I head out shortly after waking up. This means I am borderline asleep the first few miles. I just keep telling myself: “There is no way I can do this for 15 miles.” I have to use the restroom (already!!) at around mile 3. That meant going first to a gas station (no public restrooms) & then to a coffee shop, who kindly gave me use of their bathroom without any kind of a purchase. By the time I get to mile 5, I’m awake.

Miles 5-7: Magic. My first water views–the marina and then the ocean views. I force myself to stare at the water, to remember how lucky I am that I can do this without much pain, and to enjoy it.

Miles 7-7.5: OMG. It’s almost time to turn around. At 7.5 I can turn around, and then everything will be better. I’ll be headed back home & before too long, I will be home. Is it 7.5 yet? No, 7.3. Almost. NOW. TURN!!!

Miles 7.5-10: Let’s pump the dance music. While I don’t necessarily listen to lots of dance remixes in my daily life, I have about 40 of these on my ipod running mix. “Turn down for what!” I start silently screaming as I listen to the current dance hit. I google this later–it means “I will never sober up! Let’s keep partying!” And then, without warning, “Oh wow. It’s really really hot. How will I ever do this for 5 more miles?”

Mile 10-13: I can’t say what really happened during these dark moments. About mile 12 I found a water fountain & just kept dousing my head with water–the poor little girl at the playground just stared in horror as she waited to take a sip of water. I tried everything in my power not to let all the thoughts go to: “But Kristy. This is less than HALF the distance you’ll have to travel in one short month. You can’t go this far??!!? Good luck.” Have I mentioned these long runs are much more mental than physical? Though I swear these 80+ temps have an effect on my mental state.

Mile 13-15: On my good days, this is the most glorious part. I’m almost there. I’m thinking about all the food I’m going to stuff into my face. I try to focus on my form & maybe even speed up the final miles. This did not happen today. I became super moody. I kept telling myself I could just walk–what’s wrong with walking? It couldn’t add that much time! I ran past a church that was letting out & was visibly upset that people were getting out and talking on the sidewalk. EXCUSE ME, I’M RUNNING HERE! What, are you uplifting lives or something? Because I’m TIRED, and I need the whole sidewalk! How dare you. I’m going to cross the street. What is that person walking their dog in front of me? CAN’T THEY SEE I’M RUNNING HERE?? At this point, I realize I’m pretty much out of my mind and beg myself to stay quiet til I turn the last corner for home.

Post run: I walk in the apt, covered in mass amounts of sweat. I take ice packs from the fridge & cover myself with them. I guzzle Gatorade & put more ice in it because…it’s not cold enough! I jump into a cold shower and even that is not cold enough! Also, where is the coffee? And more importantly, where is the food?!?! Now usually, after running a half marathon or something, people give you a break. You get the whole day to stuff your face and just sit there. But no, it’s just a normal Sunday & I got dressed and went on about my day doing the typical weekend things as if I always start my days with a 15 mile run. I must admit, there is a certain swagger to my walk the entire day after a long run is completed. Oh no, that is just my tired left leg. But you know what I mean. The pride you get with finishing a 3 mile run–except multiplied by 5! It really does feel great. And brings me one step closer to NYC in a month!