the universal.
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saturday i went to the met and left my headphones at home. as a girl who lives most of life to a soundtrack, i was struck by the unique hum of each gallery and how much more i was able to experience with all my senses focused.
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all weekends should be long weekends.
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it has been almost seven months since hurricane sandy hit, but the south street seaport is still very much distressed. it is a scene of deserted, boarded up stores and bars, once busy, bursting at their tourist seams, now very much like the cobblestones they sit upon… seemingly of a bygone era.
enter see/change, a revitalization program starring shipping containers, which will house pop-up boutiques, set to open memorial day weekend. flanked by artificial lawn, complete with a movie screen and bar, they will hopefully bring some of the bustle back to the seaport.
stay tuned for the photos of the finished product…
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the art battle was a lot of fun. left side photos by ana ladd-griffin, middle right photo by yesenia gonzalez.
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photo by jonny concrete
last weekend i raced for the first time since my surgery. it has been 3 months and change since my myomectomy and 57 days since i started training again.
i’ll be honest. the race was challenging for me, though it was only four miles. my legs weren’t responding to my brain’s demands to move faster, even on the downhills. but i finished. and i finished 1131 out of 6,225 runners… 47th out of the 1,324 in my age group, and 947 of the 3,103 women. Aquaphor renewed my sponsorship and things don’t feel nearly as grim as they did when i first resumed training.my first weeks back i dealt mostly with the treadmill. intervals and hills were few and far between and i had take walk breaks. a lot… not something i was accustomed to. i had visions of never being able to run at my old speeds again. i tried to keep in mind that healing such a trauma is physically and emotionally demanding… and that any normal human being would go through the same recovery process. it wasn’t always easy, and i was frustrated many, many times, but finally, three weeks ago, i made it through my long run without stopping, and then through 6 x 800 meters the next day, also without stopping… and at almost pre-surgery paces.i still have a ways to go, but i am finally getting back. i am writing this for anyone in a similar situation: it does get better, i promise! you do get fit, well, and happy again!i have also kept up with acupuncture, as much as time and finances will allow… it has been integral in my healing, internally and externally. my scar and my body are healing, and i am feeling better and better everyday.i cannot express my thanks enough to everyone who has helped and encouraged me throughout my process. ya’all are amazing and i am a lucky girl. -
sunday brunch is my favourite meal of the week. while every other day is ushered in with obscenely early alarms for morning workouts, followed by a breakfast of greenjuice, sunday morning is a lazy sleep in, with brunch at the end of it. and it can be done so many ways… a cozy apartment meeting of friends and food, friends meeting out (mimosas! bellinis!), or even solo out or in. brunch is the quintessential weekend activity.
last weekend the work girls and i took a trip out to ditmas park to see our jane… the neighborhood is beautiful, and her apartment is filled to the brim with eye candy-treasure. it was also filled to the brim with all kinds of food… it was like… a thanksgiving meal. delicious and great.and it’s almost the weekend again… here’s to sunday brunch…
