The Past 10 Months

Ten months ago I was in my final semester of grad school.

I was engaged and planning our upcoming wedding.

I was not expecting to find out that I was… well, expecting. I certainly wouldn’t have insisted on the open bar if I had thought I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it. At least everyone else got to. 

Other than the extra guest only us and my Maid of Honor knew was in attendance, our wedding went as planned. It was a party and people treated it as such. I could bore you with details, but you weren’t there and probably aren’t too interested. This isn’t TheKnot. I accept that. Instead, here are a few highlights.

We always get dressed up to kiss on the jetty.

We always get dressed up to kiss on the jetty.

Buster getting ready for his close up.

Buster getting ready for his close up.


Then we got married.

Then we got married.


So what’s happened in the ten months since then? And why haven’t I been here?

Despite all odds, I finished my last semester of grad school. I have now completed all course work for my MEd, and can go do my practicum hours at any time in the future that it’s convenient. Jim and I decided pretty early on that we wanted me to be able to stay home with our kids while they are young. After talking with my advisor, the plan is to complete my practicum hours when I’m ready to go back to work full-time so my experience has timeliness on its side.

After school was done I kept working at the bar until ten days before my due date. Honestly, I think having such a physically demanding job and being on my feet so much helped me feel great for most of my pregnancy. I went into my last shift feeling really sad about leaving for a few months, and likely only returning in a limited capacity. There were several times when I was near tears as my regulars gave me hugs, well wishes and more than a few baby gifts. Then there was this interaction with a random woman.

RW: “What are all the hugs for?”

Me: “It’s my last shift before I go on maternity leave. I won’t be back until the fall at the earliest.”

RW: (gently grabs my hand as I’m pouring her cocktail) “Sweetie… do you have a home?”

Me: (Staring like a deer in headlights) “Umm… do we have a home?”

RW: “Yes sweetie, do you and this baby have a place to live?”

After her husband screamed “Why the F*&K would you ask that?” she explained that “the only people she knows who get themselves pregnant these days end up with their homes in foreclosure. It’s sad.”

Yes, we have a home. No, it’s not in foreclosure. Yes, this is the craziest thing that happened during my pregnancy.

With that, I was ready for some time off.

Now, back to why I wasn’t here at all during those pregnant months. I thought about blogging a lot. There were times when I opened my laptop, wrote a page or two, then hit delete and slammed the Macbook shut in frustration. Pregnancy brain hit me pretty early on. In retrospect, it was likely a combination of pregnancy brain, A&P exam prep and wedding plans that sent my brain into a “VIP Only” area. If I wasn’t going to be tested on it, billed for it or meeting it in nine months, I couldn’t keep it straight. I’m still working through it, which I will use as an excuse for why this post is so all-over the place. I’ll get back in my groove at some point. Bear with me.

Along with pregnancy brain, the internet is a special kind of cruel to pregnant women. You can’t win in any arena. A pound under the AMA recommended 25-lb weight gain, you’re putting vanity before your child’s health and must be reported to DCF. A pound over, you’re a fat, lazy slob who is certainly going to be teaching your children terrible habits. No matter what you do, never, NEVER ask about wine during pregnancy. Trust me on that one.  Just head over to the “What To Expect” message boards and you’ll see what I’m talking about.

At the end of the day I decided to leave the blog alone for my pregnancy mainly because I didn’t know how I was going to feel. If there’s anything more unpleasant than a grumpy pregnant woman it’s a grumpy pregnant woman with a blog to spew her rage at the Internet.  I knew lots of women who swear they never felt better or more confident then during their pregnancies (I call bullshit on 90% of them). I also know women who refused to leave their homes unless necessary after the six week mark because they truly didn’t feel like themselves or someone they even knew. Like most women, I fell somewhere in the middle of these two groups. I had my days when I felt horrible and I had my days where I felt incredible. Most days, I felt like an alien version of myself who awkwardly moved around with a medicine ball of increasing size under my shirt.

So, on May 25, after 107 hours of labor.. yes, you read that correctly, ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN HOURS… Hayden James made her grand entrance into the world via C-Section.

She was pretty sleepy after the whole ordeal.

She was pretty sleepy after the whole ordeal.


The past six weeks have been amazing, exhausting and every feeling in between. Getting to experience every holiday, milestone or mundane activity as her first has added excitement to every single day. Celebrating the 4th of July with her this weekend was even better than we had hoped since she LOVED the parade and fireworks.

This Wednesday I have my postpartum checkup where I am hoping to get the go-ahead from my doctor to start working out again. She knows that I plan to ring in the big 3-0 with a half-marathon that morning so I need to start training ASAP.

I’ve decided to go with Hal Higdon’s Beginner Half Marathon Training Plan to prep for the Cape Cod Half Marathon on October 24. This race has one MAJOR hill that you get the joy of running not once but twice… ugh. But since I know hills aren’t going anywhere in races I may as well start training for them.

So I’m back, in more ways than one. I can’t wait to share the highs and lows of getting back into racing after a baby with everyone. Most of the blogs about postpartum workouts I’ve found seem to be a little one sided. Women who were already nearly elite-level athletes that jumped right back into 7:20/miles and easily qualified for Boston by the time their babies turned one. I wasn’t that fast to begin with and I don’t know if it will be that easy for me.

But I’m excited to find out!

How did you get back into a training routine after baby? And if you had a c-section, I want to hear from you even more! Am I forever doomed to have this little indent, or is my doctor telling the truth when she says it goes away for most women. 



New York City Marathon Training- Some Updates

I could apologize for not writing as faithfully as I would like to.

But I won’t.

The fact is that I have hit a busy streak in life that is fairly unprecedented and something had to give. While I love this little blog and keeping up with all of my lovely blogger friends- Happy Health Sweaty appears to have taken the hit.

With that said, I’m here and I have a few updates to share.

NYCM Training

As I got further into the Nike+ training plan I wasn’t crazy about how it was structured further into the schedule. The biggest issue I had is that it offers no flexibility to move around runs and hikes the mid-week mileage pretty early on.

So, after some careful consideration, I went back to running 3mi/day for a few weeks and adopted the Coach Dino 18-week training plan. I’m two weeks in and LOVING it! Instead of getting pretty check marks on my Nike+ interface (which is really the only thing I miss about that program), I get to check each run off when I get home. The plan is proudly displayed on the fridge, which Jim thinks is me taking the whole “I’m going to be a teacher” thing a little too far.

I can cross it off just like homework assignments in my agenda in Jr. High. Don't act like you didn't highlight each assignment as it was completed. No, that was just me? Liar.

I can cross it off just like homework assignments in my agenda in Jr. High. Don’t act like you didn’t highlight each assignment as it was completed. No, that was just me? Liar.

This plan is 5 running days and I can throw in cross-training as I see fit. I’ve been consistently improving in terms of speed and endurance and love feeling the changes on each run.


In Nike+, this is what progress looks like.

In Nike+, this is what progress looks like.

Hills are getting easier to climb. That doesn’t mean I like them any more, but they’re getting easier. I still dread hill day more than long runs, but I don’t feel sick to my stomach before heading out the door anymore. I’ll take it.

Looking ahead a few months into the schedule and peak week still falls the week of my wedding. There’s nothing I can do to change this, and I’d just be lying if I said I’d be focused on fitting in a 22-miler the week I’m saying “I do”. Maybe it will happen the week before, maybe the week after, but most likely just not at all. I’ll run 20, and hope for the best.


Wedding Planning

I’m still not the best “Bride to Be” there has ever been. I’m making progress and knocking things off the to-do list one at a time. Am I forgetting things? Probably. If I am, are they going to become emergencies day of? Probably not. The way I’m looking at it is if I haven’t thought about it and no one else has asked about it, whatever “it” is probably doesn’t mean that much to me. So, just like with other low-priority items, it’s not making the cut. Sorry, flatware selections.

We did decide on cake. So far, that has been my favorite task. It’s certainly the one we took the most seriously.

Bakery 1

Bakery 1


Bakery 2

Bakery 2



At this point Jim said "I'm not tasting anymore, now I'm just eating."

At this point Jim said “I’m not tasting anymore, now I’m just eating.”


Bakery 3. There was more eating.

Bakery 3. There was more eating.


What I am most excited to be planning is our honeymoon. Right now it looks like Hawaii and Bora Bora are the top two contenders, so if you have a recommendation on either let me know. I’ve done Hawaii, he hasn’t; but I also went 12 years ago and I’m sure it’s a different experience when you go with a spouse. Since we’re waiting until February to go we have some time to decide, but I’d like to get as much planned as possible before the fall semester takes over my life.



Fall 2014, you are my nemesis. Epidemiology, A&P, Promotion Strategies and 3 other classes to balance while getting married and training for a marathon. If I make it through this semester alive, I’m sure I’ll owe my liver a big-giant thank you detox over Christmas break. For now, there is one summer class left and then a month of academic freedom and lots of beach reading. Taking any and all recommendations.


Those Angry Tweets

If you follow me on Twitter, you may have noticed an angry tweet or a million over the weekend. Let me explain- I’m an 80y/o man inside. I enjoy waking up early, going to bed at a reasonable hour and I listen to talk radio in the car and at home. My favorite radio show for the past 10 or so years has been Opie and Anthony. You may have heard of them for a string of ridiculous antics pulled back in the early 2000’s; but the show kind of gets a bad rep. It’s an uncensored show that talks about news and current events and regularly has stand up comedians commenting on issues and it basically makes me laugh my ass off first thing in the morning. A time when everyone needs a good laugh.

Well, last weekend Anthony got assaulted in Times Square, went on a Twitter rant against the woman who assaulted him (clearly a lot of inappropriate/offensive language was used), and Anthony was promptly fired by Sirius/XM, effectively canceling a major part of my mornings. Let me clarify that I don’t agree with a lot of what Anthony had to say, but the fact that he was FIRED for voicing displeasure at being assaulted on his personal Twitter account I think is a HUGE concern for all of us on social media.

Yes, what he said would be grossly inappropriate in the workplace. But he didn’t say it there.

I’m sure I’ve said a lot of things on this blog that people wouldn’t agree with. But this blog isn’t related to my employer. I like to think that I can say what I’d like here without my employer firing me if they disagreed. What it boils down to is a free speech issue and that companies are going overboard in trying to censor employees off working hours. I don’t like it, and made that very clear to a few people, including Sirius/XM.

I try to keep the RunBritRun account friendly. I just felt like I had to use my voice to stand up for my beliefs on that one.

Also, speaking of social media, I made this decision a week or so ago.


I'm officially Facebook free!

I’m officially Facebook free!


Going Facebook Free

It’s amazing how often we run into people we haven’t seen in months and find ourselves already knowing pretty much everything they’ve been up to since the last time you saw them. That vacation they took? You saw the pictures. Their engagement- you heard the WHOLE proposal story when they posted a status update about it. Your ex’s baby: Seen.

Last week I saw a lot of people I hadn’t seen since last summer and therefore, not since our engagement. I didn’t post much about it on the -book, but who I saw said “Oh yeah, I saw on Facebook- congrats!”. It made me think about how much I would have enjoyed sharing that news in person. A style of communication that seems to be increasingly lost in our generation. That was the final straw. I quit Facebook. And I have to say, I don’t miss it.


I do miss this blog though. And I miss you. What have you been up to? Tell me all about it in the comments. Are you running NYCM too? Let’s be friends.


Why I’m Sweating For The Wedding

As I’ve probably mentioned once or twice around here, I’m in the midst of wedding planning. My life went from all things running, health and school related to suddenly being expected to know the difference between every possible type of bridal veil and knowing with all certainty since the age of 5 which one was my “dream”. Needless to say, it’s been a bit of a process over here.

To help introduce myself to the world of all things bridal I have read some of the obligatory blogs and signed up for a newsletter here and there. Lately, there have been a lot of articles about women who are choosing to not adhere to a diet or exercise plan leading up to their big day. These articles go on and on with their endless praise for these women, calling them “brave” and that it’s so “courageous of them” to not have been “duped by the media ideal” and try to fit into that size-smaller-than-normal dress.

More and more, these articles are placing pity women who do want to diet and exercise in the months leading up to their wedding. Us poor souls who clearly cannot think for ourselves and instead must be comparing ourselves to models in bridal magazines. We strive for an unrealistic ideal and must be taught that trying to “change” for our wedding days is simply an unconscious attempt to please our men. WE ARE THE ENEMY OF FEMINISM AND MUST BE STOPPED.  

Well, I am changing my diet and exercise routine for my wedding. Yes, I would like to lose around 5-10lbs and tone my arms. And no, I’m not doing it so my future husband will love me just a little bit more.

I won’t pretend this is a quest without vanity. Wedding pictures have a place in your home forever, and I’d like to look at that photo every day and see the best version of myself. But let me be clear when I say that “best” does not mean “skinniest”.

Your wedding is the start of a new phase of your life. It is where you become someones wife, a permanent member of their family.  Your newly wed days are an exciting time in life, and I want to feel my absolute best for them. Do I want to look great naked on my honeymoon, too? Yeah. I do. I’m not ashamed of that.

A healthy diet and exercise routine are parts of a healthy lifestyle. They are pieces of your day that you (should) do for just yourself. In the midst of wedding planning it’s easy to get caught up in what everyone else wants. Your mother-in-law wanting to make sure cousins you haven’t spoken to in 10+ years are invited. Your bridesmaid who wants to wear THAT dress, not the one everyone else agreed on. Your mother wanting to wear “Winter White”. Ok, that one was my mom and it was worthy of a fight. She’s back on the navy train. Thank God.

The point is you spend hours trying to make everyone else happy when you could be focusing on making yourself happy. It’s a proven fact healthy people are happier. I’m not saying women should sign up for a vigorous work-out schedule that makes them miserable. What I am saying is that maybe there’s something beneficial to feeling a little endorphin based boost in your day when your days are often full of a lot of needless drama.


Over the next 5+ months you’re going to hear about wedding workouts and lighter recipes I’m cooking. Do not pity me. Do not feel as if I’ve been duped. If you are a bride who doesn’t want to work out, that’s great. I love that more women are embracing their natural shapes and not going through dangerous lengths to try and meet an unrealistic goal. So skip that workout! Just don’t judge those of us who won’t. 

New York City Marathon Training: A Fresh Start

This weekend I decided to take off from workouts all together. I knew my NYCM training started on Monday, so I wanted to enjoy my last weekend without a long run to it’s fullest potential. I also had a ton of wedding stuff to do, so that occupied most of my time.

First, I met up with my brother (aka Man of Honor) at the wedding venue for lunch and a few drinks. We hadn’t seen each other in about a month, which is completely unacceptable  by our standards, so it was nice to relax and catch up. The pretty drinks only made things better.

My happy place.

My happy place.

After lunch we went out on the boat for a quick ride and pretended it felt like summer. It’s been nice, but not summer-ish. Considering the awful Polar Vortex winter we all just suffered through I think we deserve some serious summer weather sooner rather than later. So we took the boat out with Jim, Buster and Buster’s girlfriend Sage. They loved it. In fact, they were so happy they tried to run away together. Thankfully Jim caught them before they got too far off the dock.

Such a sweet couple.

Such a sweet couple.


Bonnie and Clyde wannabes. Thankfully Jim caught up with them.

Bonnie and Clyde wannabes. Thankfully Jim caught up with them.


Sunday was more wedding errands, wrapping up the registry and trying on wedding bands. It’s kind of surreal every time we go do these grown up wedding things, but they’re getting more and more fun as the planning goes on.

And then it came. Yesterday was the day. My training for the New York City Marathon officially began!

With a rest day.


Day 1: Rest. I can do that.

Day 1: Rest. I can do that.



Yeah, it was the most anti-climactic start to anything I’d ever experienced. So waking up this morning, knowing today I’d get to RUN… I was excited to say the least. As I’ve said before, I’m using the 24-week Nike+ Marathon Training Plan. I like it not only because it lays out your workouts in a very easy to digest fashion, but also gives you day by day workout detail, encouraging voice overs during your run and compares your runs to each other for you.


I giggle when I read "Fartlek". I'm a grown up.

I giggle when I read “Fartlek”. I’m a grown up.


One update I’d really like to see is a voice over after the 1-mi warm-up that times your two minute intervals for you. I know my opinion is SO important to the Nike+ developers, so I’ll expect this in the next update. Thank you in advance.

I’m working on moving my workouts to earlier in the morning to ensure they are done before anything can disrupt my day and force me to miss a workout. I work at the restaurant Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Friday nights (sometimes more) and since my classes for the summer semester are online, I picked up a day job a couple days a week at a local golf course to help pay for the wedding. I’ll be the girl driving around the golf cart full of beer. This new gig requires me to bring at least one book and my iPad to “keep myself entertained” and my uniform is Yoga pants. Something tells me I’m going to like this new job just fine.

Since I had no day job today I made it a point to be out of the house by 9:30 for my run. With the summer months approaching 9:30 will probably be the latest I can get out for my run without serious risk of heat stroke, dehydration or terrible sports bra tan lines. I chugged half of my coffee chased with a pint glass full of water, hit the bathroom then was out of the house.

Coach Nike insisted I go easy for the first mile so I went out feeling comfortable but somewhat restrained. I kept telling myself this was day 1, no need to burn myself out just yet. By the time the nice Nike lady came over my headphones to tell me I’d completed the first mile I was ready to ramp it up.

Mistake 1: I forgot to switch back to slow after the first two minutes. Again, this is where the whole “Two minutes are done, rein it in, Byron” voice over would help. 9-minutes later I was told I’d hit mile two. Oops.


Mile 2 was no supposed to be the speediest. At least not by that much.

Mile 2 was no supposed to be the speediest. At least not by that much.

Miles three and four were extra slow to make up for the extra push I’d given at mile 2. Not a perfect Fartlek, but for my first I’m at least proud I managed to change up the pace. I’ve always gone out for runs and just run. Sometimes there was a time goal, but most of the time it was just to hit a distance and be done with it. I like the change up and having a new purpose for every run.

Hitting the 4 mile mark felt great. I felt like I’d gotten in a workout, but didn’t feel drained. I easily could have kept going for another couple miles, which was how I had hoped I’d feel today.

I walked through the front door beaming with excitement about a training cycle starting off so well. Buster was very happy for me.

He celebrates with naps.

He celebrates with naps.


A strong run was exactly what I needed to feel confident about trying 26.2 again. I know there will be terrible days mixed in with these great ones, but I’m excited to feel this great a few more times before November 2.


Who else is taking the long approach to NYCM training? Any veterans of the race out there to offer me amazing advice? Or at least tell me if bus or ferry is a better option for getting to the start. That would be great. 

A Few Good Runs

The Spring semester is over.

I have been waiting to say that since January. It feels amazing to finally have one of the hardest semesters of my grad school program under my belt and a 3.7 GPA to boot.

With all the free time on my hands in the past couple days, I’ve been pretty productive.

My desk made the transition from academia to wedding planning.

Welcome to wedding planning headquarters. Assistant wanted.

Welcome to wedding planning headquarters. Assistant wanted.


The guest room is cleaned and ready for summer occupants (aka my brother- he claimed the guest room when Jim and I moved in).

Little (much bigger) brother. AKA "Man of Honor"

Little (much bigger) brother. AKA “Man of Honor”

Buster has been going on lots of long walks and getting plenty of outdoor time, enjoying the beautiful weather.

He loves being outside, but I think he's more of a sunbather than a runner.

He loves being outside, but I think he’s more of a sunbather than a runner.

And, of course. I’ve been running.


My New York City Marathon training schedule starts on Monday. After too many hours researching different plans by different coaches I’m told I should have heard of; I went for the 24-week beginner training schedule via the Nike+ Running app. I like it  because it’s a 5 run/week plan and it eases you into the high mileage pretty gradually. With Boston not going so well I want to make sure I am cautious about building my mileage and safely build my body back up to where it should be. Sounds logical, right?

I have gone out on my past few runs with no specific goals in mind. I simply want to build my mileage up and feel comfortable along my normal route so when the training officially starts on Monday I don’t feel tired and sore week one. Something tells me that’s not the best way to start off a 24-week routine.

Overall, my past few runs have been slow, but they’ve felt easy and they’ve been consistent. Consistency has always been a struggle for me so I’m taking this as a good thing: I know my starting point for this training cycle so I can gauge what’s “Pushing it” and what’s an “easy run” more easily.

This was Friday:


Slow and steady

Slow and steady

There was nothing notable about this run other than the view and gorgeous weather. Every time I run my neighborhood am I still impressed by the view at least once or twice. I really hope that never goes away.


Then there was Monday…



A little slower than Friday and my legs were sore, but I wrote that off to a crazy weekend at work and an absurd amount of daily steps logged to FitBit lately. Calfs were tight but it wasn’t anything concerning. The big hill and I cursed at each other, but I came out on top. So suck it, hill.


And yesterday:



Pretty much the exact same as Monday. A little tight, pretty slow and overall non-noteworthy.


The key about these runs is while they had their faults, I never felt bad or tired during any of them. Yes, my legs were a little tight or sore, but my breathing never got tight and I never felt “done” at any point. For 2.5-3.5 miles this shouldn’t be an accomplishment, but sometimes it is. When I come off a bad training cycle or a bad race sometimes the mental takes over the physical and I can feel defeated pretty quickly.

I’m not doing that this time.

New York is a new race for me. This isn’t the third repeat of the same training schedule for the same race that’s broken my heart three times. New York races and I love each other. Every March I give up my St. Patricks day weekend in Massachusetts simply to run a few laps in Central Park in the freezing cold for the NYC Half. We’re good to each other.

So that’s about all you’ve missed in my life over the past week. I can’t wait to start the training program next week and really get into a full 26.2 regimen again. Yoga is going to be a big part of it, and so will spin classes.

But we’ll get to that. For now I need to go stop Buster from eating that Save the Date he’s been eyeing on the counter.


What runs feel the best for you? Is it your normal running route or changing it up to a new city? Advice for speed work workouts that won’t make me want to cry? Or will want to make me cry but in the awesome way? Let’s hear it. 




The Anti-Bride

You know when you’re in Junior High and you talk to your friends about what your dream husband would be like?

Sadly, Jessica Biel claimed Justin Timberlake before we had a chance to meet and ride away in his Bentley. Luckily, I found my present-day Prince Charming at a motocross track a few years back and so I didn’t mind too much when she officially became Mrs. Timberlake.

I get to be Mrs. Kooienga.

Clearly I win for amazing last name. Or last name that gets misspelled/pronounced incorrectly/laughed at most often. Usually some combination of the three.

In case I had any hope of this not being the case, Jim and I went to start our registry at Crate and Barrel a few weeks ago. We both find the whole idea of a registry very awkward. It’s basically telling your friends and family “Hey, thanks for being happy for us. Show us just how happy by buying us things!”

Too much power for one couple.

Too much power for one couple.

As we were signing up for the registry the nice sales lady needed to collect our basic information.

Sales Lady: Sir, your last name?

Jim: Kooienga. K-o-o-i-e-n-g-a.

Sales Lady: I’m sorry, how do you pronounce that?

Jim: Ko-in-ga

Sales Lady: (turns to me) Oh honey, you’re taking that?

Me: Well, I can’t ask the kids to if I won’t. 

After Jim settling down and deciding not to cause a scene at a busy store on a Sunday afternoon we went about our registry the best we knew how. Which, it turns out, was not at all. Again we found ourselves very overwhelmed with the options and protocols and just how many sets of dishes and glassware adults are supposed to keep in their home. Eventually we registered for about 6 items and got the heck out of there.

Jim decided he should be in control of the gun. He didn't give me a reason, he just said "I should be in charge". Ok, 12 year old.

Jim decided he should be in control of the gun. He didn’t give me a reason, he just said “I should be in charge”. Ok, 12 year old.

This happens with basically every wedding related task we’ve completed. The first run we go in with high hopes then feel overwhelmed by the process, go home, collect ourselves and go back  for a wildly successful round two a week later.

There are certain aspects of it I enjoy, like scheduling cake testing. Yes, I would like to come to your bakery and sample your cakes. All of them. And all the icings. Perhaps some toppings and fillings too. You know what, just have it all ready, I want options.

Then there are the not-so-fun parts. Like explaining to family members why certain people aren’t invited. Or being asked to pick out EVERYONE’s wardrobe. I love great-aunt so and so, but I could honestly care less what she wears. No, there is not a wardrobe theme I would like the guests to abide by. I did not know that was a thing.

Please stop being a thing.

I don’t want it to seem like I’m not excited to be getting married. I love Jim more than I ever thought I’d love another person and cannot wait to be his wife. I love that our closest family and friends will be there to celebrate with us. And yes, even the idea of wearing a super pretty dress and getting dolled up for the evening has grown on me. I won’t pretend the idea of being the center of attention has grown on me. That still creeps me out, but I’ll deal with that the day of. Have I mentioned I was the girl at Klienfelds that actually ducked when the cameras came around? Ducked, like I thought if I was down low in a wedding dress they couldn’t see me. I’ll share that one later, but I think it makes the point of how little I enjoy the idea of being the center of attention. 

Pretty dresses. Lots of cameras.

Pretty dresses. Lots of cameras.

Generally after we get home from round one of whatever task we’ve taken on, my first order of business is to lace up and go out for a run. I’ve found myself turning to running more and more during this wedding planning process. As the girl who always wanted to elope I never planned on finding myself in the situation of planning a wedding. I also never thought I’d be a runner. Running reminds me that people change and situations change and you have to go with whatever makes you happy.

Boston certainly wasn’t the race I had hoped for but it has brought me back to a place where I’ve rediscovered the basic joy I find in running. Yesterday I took Buster out for a walk along my usual running route and couldn’t help but just be a little slap-happy about the nice weather and the fact that I’ll be running outdoors every day from now until November.

Yes, many of those runs will be training runs for the New York City Marathon.

Many of those runs will also be just because I feel like it.

We have to do what makes us happy in life. In 5 months it will be wearing a pretty dress and saying some nice words to Jim in front of a lot of people.

Today, it’s going for a run.



I’m Busy. And Engaged.

Yesterday I talked about the past. The past two Boston Marathons, the past few months and the uncertainty of the road ahead. Well, in terms of running there’s uncertainty. One thing in my life is very certain in this moment.

I’m getting married.

Jim proposed the day after my birthday back in October. I know, it’s been a while and I still haven’t written about it. I just wanted to let it all sink in and enjoy the ride a bit. I won’t bore you with all the details, but the basics are that he proposed in our living room at 11am on a Friday while I was wearing sweatpants and no makeup. That’s how I know he meant it.

Since then we have been fielding all the regular questions (which no one prepares you for pre-engagement) so I’ll answer the basics here.

  • We have no date.
  • We have no location.
  • The theme of our wedding is “We’re getting married so we threw a party. Enjoy”
  • I am the worst bride-to-be ever.

I guess some little girls dream about their weddings from the time they’re little. I always figured I’d elope. I was never against the idea of a wedding and don’t judge people who have a very specific idea in mind or plan. I’m just not one of them. Since Jim is firmly against the idea of elopement (his argument is you never meet a person who says ‘I really regret having my family and friends at my wedding’) I am now blindly attempting to plan a wedding. We got through our engagement party without any problems so it gives me a little more hope I can pull this off somehow.

With the help of these amazing folks, I just might pull this off.

With the help of these amazing folks, I just might pull this off. Jim creeping in the background is my favorite part of this pic. 


I have done one thing. I hired a personal trainer.

This decision was personal and is not necessary for every bride. The way I thought about it was I know how to run marathons. I know how to attend Group Power classes and downward dog at Yoga. I have no idea how to schedule these workouts and tone the right areas that need to be toned for a wedding dress. And since the dress and the photos are the only two things that matter to me, I guess I should consult with someone who does.

For the time being, we’re meeting once a week starting January 1 and doing Pilates while I do my marathon training and strength work on my own. Weddings are expensive and a trainer is a luxury, not a necessity. So we compromised.

Other than that exciting news, I’m still in school and working towards my Masters, substitute teaching and bartending. Adding marathon training, blogging and wedding planning on top of it, I’m a busy girl.  So apologies in advance if I miss a few days here or there. I’m trying, I promise.

To keep you in the loop, here are this weeks workouts. It incorporates the first week of marathon training (beginner schedule for me this year. I am terrified of over training again and blowing something a couple weeks before Marathon Monday), strength training from my trainer and cardio cross training.

Monday: 1 mile, easy run

Tuesday: 1 mile, easy run

Wednesday: 45 minute elliptical followed by 45 minute Group Power Class

Thursday: 1.5 mile tempo run

Friday: One hour spin class, 45 minute Group Power Class

Saturday: 2 mile (long) run

Sunday: 45 minutes on the elliptical


So that’s what I’ll be up to! How about you? Did you start training for a Spring marathon this week? Am I seeing you in Hopkinton? I want to hear from you!