What Do We Do?

Short answer: I don’t know.

As a New Yorker and a not-slow runner, I generally think it’s unlikely I’ll be attacked while running in my city. There are people everywhere. All the time. Central Park has its own dedicated police precinct. The paths are generally well-lit. Blah, blah, blah. Safe, right?

New York City has done a lot to make parks safer since Trisha Meili, the “Central Park Jogger,” was brutally attacked in Central Park in 1989.

I thought I was safe.



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I don’t know what to say. These tragedies both happened in the daylight. I don’t know if they were wearing headphones. I know they were running alone. I don’t know what they were wearing (running clothes, I’m guessing).

But no matter what they were or weren’t wearing, whether or not they had headphones on, whether or not it was broad daylight or the middle of the night, I know this: they didn’t ask for it. They didn’t deserve it.

Nothing, NOTHING justifies the horrific, violent deaths of these two young women.

But what do we do? What, as women, do we do to prevent this from happening to us? To our friends?

I don’t know.

I HATE the pretense that I must run with someone else in order to be able to run safely. Or with a weapon. Or only when I can be assured I won’t be the only one on the road. Or take a self-defense course so I don’t feel threatened by the footsteps behind me.


Chicago Lakefront Trail last weekend. Hoards of runners in some sections, completely solo in others.

I like being the only one on the road. I like running with as little gear as possible. I like running by myself. But what can I do?

I don’t know. I just don’t know. Be safe friends. However you can do it, run safe.

Now go out and run.

*tap tap* Is This Thing On?

I may have forgotten how to do this.

Taking a year off from blogging was totally the right move. In the past year, I have laid the groundwork for my budding physical therapy career, spent almost 100% of my evenings making dinner for and putting my son to bed, and remained committed to date night with my man. It’s been a good year.

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Graduation. The “me” picture.

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The official one.

Graduating, passing my boards, and getting my first job as a full-time physical therapist have been my focus. Now that I’m settled into my new role, I’m recharged and motivated to share with you all things running, PT, working out, Hamilton (wait, how did that get there?), and life related.


So what’s up first? Let’s start with I still haven’t really run a race. In almost 3 years, I’ve done some 5Ks, a 10K, a 5-miler, and basically no real racing.


Pretty sure the Mattituck Turkey Trot doesn’t count as a “race”. No disrespect, Mattituck.

I feel ready to try to kick my own butt again. I feel refreshed and strong (not something I felt post-partum) and a little more free to take time for  myself to train (again, not something I’ve felt in a good, long while).

There’s an awful lot of mommy guilt out there, something I imagine I’ll spend a fair amount of time discussing here. Training for a half isn’t taking a tremendous amount of time away from my dudes, and I’m gonna go ahead and say that father-son time is important and I don’t need to be a 3rd wheel on every one of their man dates.


Someone, please, stop time. I want all of these moments to last forever.

So, that’s where I’m gonna start. Taking a little more time to train hard and write here. Some things may be a little different as far as your regularly scheduled programming goes and I definitely won’t blog every single day, but it’s a start. Hope you don’t mind.

Oh, and I was on a podcast. Lindsey Hein and I had a lovely chat a few weeks back and she’s sharing it on her very cool Podcast I’ll Have Another. It’s free to download (I’m #22!) from iTunes (and probably elsewhere, but I’m not savvy enough to know where). I listen to podcasts now when I run and have been listening to Lindsey’s since the beginning.

She’s had Olympians and professionals of all sorts on her show so, you know, lower your expectations for me, ok?

We didn’t get to the real reason Lindsey and I wanted to chat (pregnancy running, post-partum running, and PT stuff), but we will on the follow-up to this first interview. Have a listen and take me running with you this week! Don’t forget to leave her a note in the reviews section of the podcast.

Ok, that’s all I got. Thanks for having me back!

Now go out and run.

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.