Monday, December 19, 2011

christmas and growing pains.

Growing pains. Still happening at 30.

We moved to Boston in June and the transition has not been easy for me. I miss New York something fierce. Everything about it, even to the damn rats in the subway. I especially miss it during the holiday season: the tree seller on the corner of Jane and Hudson, the faux doors outside restaurants, walking down the streets and peeking in at trees in windows, midtown in all it’s holiday glory. I’m homesick for the city I love.

Our home is comfortable, and we have our first tree! First Tree! And a mantle decorated with pine branches, nutcrackers, candles and garland. It’s festive and warm. We've spent many nights cozy on the couch watching Christmas movies. The surface is holiday business as usual, but underneath is sadness. As we moved to Boston, Bryan’s sister moved to New Jersey and it was realized this was the year where we had to pick holidays. We decided to go to New Jersey for Christmas this year. I’ve felt sad about not seeing my family this year. I know they get it, but I feel guilty, and am trying to overcompensate.

Navigating this new baby family terrain is hard, really hard. Maddie over at APW was talking about family traditions and the importance of sharing those and participating as partners. I wrote a comment about how I never go to my dad’s grave, but I always drive past and wave high en route to my step-grandparents for Christmas Eve. He’s buried down the road from them. And then I burst into tears.

I came home the other night from a going away drinking thing for a friend, got into bed and burst into tears. I muddled through my emotions to Bryan and he got it, “It’s the first time you’ve been away from your family and it feels like a step farther away from your dad.”
Yes, more tears. Tears as I write.

Underneath it all, I feel like I’m going through the motions. The tree, the shopping for presents, listening to Christmas music. I’m just not into it. Maybe because work has been stressful, as I’m growing and learning so much, I’m exhausted at the end of the day. Or maybe because we did all of shopping online, with a heavy heart. (I hate shopping, for real. I don’t know Boston well enough yet to be efficient about it. I’m not even going to see my family open their gifts, so, there’s that. And it’s easy. Shipping is free. I did it in bed.)

Anyhow.... In the end, my heart is heavy for not having a connection to my family, which is the connection to my dad. We talk about making our own new traditions, but all of that just seems forced to me, and I feel sad about not being able to really remember traditions we had growing up. My folks were divorced, we didn’t have much money. I feel so incredibly alone and vulnerable, despite having an amazing husband who always listens and makes sure I’m taking care of myself, he’s taking care of me. Who makes time and space for me to talk about my feelings, and understands my somewhat snotty emails about “it’s a lot of family time.”

I’ve written many a times that the hardest part about grief was navigating a world in which my father was not a part of. And 8 years later, that is still very much true, especially as I’m learning how to navigate in a world with my own new family.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

i didn't meet a goal.

In 30 minutes it will be December 1. I should be in bed. I should be working on this grant instead of blogging and sweater shopping at J.Crew. I should be finishing my NaNoWriMo novel.

But instead, I'm writing a blog post about how I didn't writer 50,000 words this month. I only wrote about 10,000. Still more than I wrote last month, but not a NaNoWriMo winner.

What happened?
Well, I ran a marathon, and while that took me off course for four days, I did write a few after that, but somehow, never made it back. There was no momentum. I felt disorganized, it felt chaotic, and I never knew where things were going. I wasn't sure where I wanted my story to go. It was a stressful work month, and there were moments when coming home I couldn't sit in front of a computer anymore.

And, as I'm working on this grant, which is incredibly hard, and I want to stop because it's so hard and new and challenging... it's ok that I didn't reach this goal. In talking to another library patron, we decided we are giving ourselves Dec 31 deadlines to finish our novels. So, I put it out there. Hold me to it this time. And it's a gentle reminder that things that matter take time, as well as effort, dedication and hours locked in a room with the internet turned off.

A big congrats to all the winners! Especially to the woman who came to my library to write a few times: she had open heart surgery AND finished. Gold Stars all around!

Now excuse me, I'm going to bed.

on forgiveness.

A dear friend me an email the other day, with this quote, saying she was actively working on forgiveness in her life. I was touched by her candidness on the steps she was taking to cleanse anger out of her life, and felt proud of her. Put it out there in the world, I always believe in.

It's a scary place- an online, public forum to share one's life. When people have the ability to read it from behind screens, and family a chance to come across it. My mom found my wedding blog where I vented about how she was stressing me out, before I talked to her. And honestly, I probably wouldn't have, because the outcome would have been the same. And it was, she continued to stress me out up, culminating in a little chat on the wedding day. I tried so hard to avoid it, but you can't change someone. But you can change how you react, or interact.

Thanksgiving was a lovely holiday, but was still marked by hurt feelings and feeling unappreciated. It was also a moment to reflect on how it didn't just impact me, but my husband - my family. And so, forgiveness. It's a hard thing to grasp at the moment, when there is still so much anger and hurt, but it's a reminder- of gentleness and kindness.

The experience of forgiveness s profound and refreshing. When we do the gritty, methodical work that goes into healing and resolving an hold hurt, we dissolve the stagnant weight of resentment inside us. It mends our tattered personal boundaries, improves our health and relationships, and empowers us to move forward with hope and creativity. Forgiveness is a private process that we do for our own sakes. As we release the past, we also release ourselves into the richness of the present and the possibilities of the future.

Adapted from Unconditional Forgiveness by Mary Hayes Grieco

Tuesday, November 29, 2011


Wednesday: the in-laws arrived, quickest commute home ever, manhattans with allspice dram, 2 and a half gallons of water in the largest ziplock bag, and our turkey, who remained nameless.

Thursday: The day went so fast, all structured into half hour segments, time lines and over temperatures. It all went so smoothly, a beautiful brown bird and a quick toast, a thank you that Boston brought up jobs, and a home to host our family, and for all that we've been given. And a special post dinner T ride with my niece.

Friday: We went bowling, I placed last and second to last. We ate mexican food and I slept in the car on the way home. I took a friend out for drinks that night.

Sunday: I awoke with a cold, and spent the day reading magazines. We vacation planned, dreaming of warmer temperatures and beached in January.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Finisher: NYCM 2011

I've been thinking about my marathon memories, enjoying how little signs or happenings make their way to my consciousness.

Like how I finished first in my name group, or how at least half the people who yelled my name yelled Laura! (Oh, don't worry, happens all the time!) Or how great the morning was, relaxed, catching up with friends, waiting for the start of Wave 2 with the other Maura. How much I love New York even more. How awesome it is to run down the chute to the finish line, next to spectators, hands out, getting high fives, hearing people cheer and yell for you! Perhaps the only time in my life I'll ever feel like a professional athlete. It's such a high.

Or how I was convinced for a bout in the Bronx that I might have to finish the race in my socks as something was happening with my sneakers and toenails. How much longer the last 6 miles felt compared to the rest of the race. Or the tapery knee pain that materialized on the Verrazano, that I'm convinced I willed away.

I loved every minute of New York City Marathon, and think I may have spoiled myself by having it be my first and second marathon.

I arrived on Friday afternoon to a gorgeous day. I quickly hit up the expo. I nearly teared up at the ID check desk, fought hard to hold them back when I got my bib. The volunteers from the expo to the finish line were all top notch, kind and professional. Nice job NYRR. I walked around the expo, scoping out the tee shirts. I didn't see anything that wowed me, and really, I have so many. I only run 4 times a week, I only really need 4 shirts. I was making my way through the New Balance both and I ran into Michelle! I gave her a big hug and congratulated her on her marathon finish. It was great to see a familiar face.

I left the expo and wandered to the High Line, as I walked downtown. I know I was suppose to stay off my feet, but FIT was only a mile away, and it would have taken MORE time to take the two buses, so I walked it. Hey, I trained for a marathon. These legs can handle a little street time. The Daphne Guinness exhibit did not disappoint, and I recommend it to fashionistas and couture lovers.

I relaxed on the UWS for a bit with my gracious host, before heading downtown again to have dinner with my lovely friends Heather and Anna, both Editors at Library Journal. We talked books, work, libraries, being a manager, and more. The place I was hoping to carb load at was closed, so we settled on a place in my old hood. A place I walked past every week for 3 years. And never ate there. Bryan was in town, and dining with his buddies so I walked a few blocks to say hi, and then headed back to the UWS to get some sleep.

Hello holy hot apartment. I forgot that October 1, the heat gets cranked and stays that way until April.

Bryan and I walked through Central Park to visit friends on the Upper East Side. It was another perfect day, runners making their way through the park, muscle memory their race pace or just out for their weekly long run. We had a bit of a challenge making our way through the park, many paths were closed because of the freak snowstorm. We eventually cut through it all, as it was starting to be ridiculous how many paths were closed.

Many bagels were consumed on the 30th floor.

I went to the NYCM brunch graciously organized by Erica Sara! So many happy, smiling faces that I missed! Sam, Maura, Erica, Neal, Susan, Josh, Sharon, Daniel Norton (fellow expat NYCer), Lam, Elyssa, Erin, and Claire briefly. I just wish I could have sat down with each one and spent a meal with them.

The rest of the day was spent hanging out, reading, interneting on the couch and carb loading at Gemma.

Sunday! Race Day!
Love that this day coincides with the end of Daylight Saving. I felt like I slept well enough, despite always waking up to see what time it was and getting up a few times to check my iphone against an analog clock.

I got dressed, and headed over to the subway to make my way downtown. I chatted with my seatmate. He was in from Mississippi to run NYC and was very excited. It's one of the things I love about this race- the diversity. It's so international, people from all over come to run this thing.

The ferry was the Staten Island ferry. I enjoyed watching people take photos of Lady Liberty, and shamelessly watched a man figure out how to use his new iphone. I stopped to use the bathroom in the Ferry Terminal and was in and out in ten minutes. However, the line was HUGE when I got out. On to the buses, which take foreevvveer. I was amused by a group of women from Tulsa who were decked out in Lululemon and full face make up. Like, the amount I wear for a fancy event.

I met up with Sharon, Joe, Maura, Steph and a slew of others at the JDRF tent. Whoa- marathoning in style. It was so relaxing and nice to catch up with friends while getting together my Spibelt and talking about goals. Joe was looking so fit and was great to hear about his new son! Steph and Sharon are just two of the best ladies around. I briefly saw Matt Six- barely recognized him in his all black I-like-hanging-out-in-parks-and-creeping-out-ladies sweatsuit. Chatted just enough to give him a hug and a high five and then he bounded off for Wave 1.

Maura H and I were both in Orange Wave Two, so we hung out and chatted in our Corral. I was getting a little concerned about how warm it was. I stripped down to my tank and sock arm warmers even before they moved us to the start. It was really wonderful to spend that time with Maura and Suzanne, a JDRF runner and just take in the day, talk about previous races and share our excitement. As we were at the start line and the cannons went off, we hugged each other and wished each other a good race. We were off.

Staten Island:
The Verrazano. This might be one of my favorite parts of the race. Not because it's the first mile and the least painful, but because it's just runners on the bridge. I'm looking out over all of Manhattan, taking in what I'm about to do. Feeling the sun on my race, knowing 4 months of training ended today, and a race began. I ran close to the edge and just felt thankful to be here. I heard a roaring noise and realized it was the people on the lower deck cheering! The upper deck people started to cheer back. Mile 1 was for us.

Oh, yes. It's on. One of my favorite marathon moments is coming off the bridge and seeing all the runners starting to come together. It's really something to see that many bodies moving in unison.

Miles 2-6
Super smooth running, felt like the miles were just melting away. (Also, all the pasta I had consumed the night before.) The crowds were amazing, hearing my name (and Laura's!) in a variety of accents. At one point, I turned my head and could see the front gate of Greenwood Cemetery down the street. I was so happy and loving it.
At some point, I heard someone yell my name, and not in a spectator sort of way. It was Joe and Erika! They were running together, hoping to push each other on for a time goal. I ran with them for a bit, but their pace was slightly faster than mine, so I said goodbye.

Miles 7-9
More of the same super awesome crowds, which while does really pump one up, it isn't good for pacing. I had to kept reminding myself to slow it down, don't race it now, just run relaxed. Lafayette Street is probably my favorite stretch of the marathon. The spectators are awesome, people 4-5 deep. The church choir. The brownstones decorated. You win, hands down. Thank you.
I saw Bryan and Greg on Lafayette and gave him a big kiss! I think I surprised him as he was fumbling for the camera and I was already back on my way up the street.
Another thing that makes me grin like a fool while running a marathon: witnessing people see their people. The hugs! The screams! Arms waving madly and the hoping up and down.

Miles 9-13
After a sharp turn onto Bedford, the scene changes. It becomes much quieter and thinner. We are running through the well know Hasidic Jewish neighborhood. For the uninitiated, it's a community that doesn't spectate or cheer for runners, but madly dash across the street going on their way. This is no way a judgment, but a fact. I was pleasantly surprised to see slightly more spectators watching this year and even gave a few high fives to young girls. This eventually fades into hipster Williamsburg, complete with ironic signs and day drinking. I loved running past some of my favorite spots, Catbird and Dumont burger, where we dined on anniversary burgers. I laughed at the image of me, in a running skirt and a tank to the spectators, in winter coats, hats, gloves. We ran up through Greenpoint, and I couldn't believe it was the halfway point. The marathon was almost half over, and really hadn't started yet.

Miles 14-16
Queens gets the shaft marathon wise. It's a lot of turns, you're barely in the boro and then a bridge. Pigtails was cheering here, but I forgot to make note of where everyone would be and didn't recognize any of the street names. I caught up with Erica again on the bridge and we chatted for a few, then quietly made our way up the incline. It's a strange part of the race, it feeds into the mania of First Ave, but it's so quiet, less the rhythmic cars driving above you. People start to fall apart, walk where the spectators can't see, stretch out their legs taking in the view. I watched my form and made my way across. The sound of the crowds reached my ears before they came into sight. Sitting above the road pass, my face turning up to look at them, wave a silent thank you.

Miles 16-19
Yay New York! Yay Big Apple! If last year, I thought First Ave was lackluster, this year I was blown away. My only only complaint is that the road is too wide! I like to hug the left side, which is where the majority of the crowds are due to park proximity. I was feeling great, easy running, watching my pace, knowing that I still hadn't gotten into the race yet. I'm really just having an amazing time, and soaking it all in. I think I ran these three miles with a permasmile. I saw Bryan giving out high fives, Nancy (my mother-in-law) and our friends Tom and Emily around 86th and got some awesome high fives.

marathons are FUN!

Miles 20-21
Bronx. Coming into the Bronx, I started to feel some pain every time I stepped on my left foot. This is not a good feeling. Without panicking, I started to panic. How was I was going to finish this race, and while meeting my time goals! Things have been going so well! Don't panic, just step. I stopped on the Willis Ave Bridge, pulled out my baggie of In Case of Emergency Body Glide and slathered my left foot. I lost about a minute of time here, but pushed off and felt my foot sloosh around in my sneaker. It wasn't great, but I was making up some time and moving forward. Coming into the Bronx, I loved the sign welcoming Buzunesh Deba, the Chinese Drummers along the course, somewhat seeming out of place. I was running towards the MetroNorth bridge, as a New Haven Line train passed overhead. I could see the passengers craning their heads to the windows, watching the sea of runners. As this whole race left like a homecoming, the closing of a chapter, this was a definite moment. That was me a few months ago, 90 minutes one way to work, burnt out on a commute and not loving work. How quickly things changed, our space, our outlook, the quality of our days.

Miles 21-23
Oh, I love Harlem so much. It was my first NYC home, where I spectated for two years before running it. My foot started bothering me more and I could feel blisters forming. I tried to refocus on my form, figuring out a way to step so I didn't need to limp and could keep moving forward. I was started to smiling less, and was relying more on the crowd support. By the way of my watch, I knew that a 4:00 marathon was out of the question, but I still had 4:10. I loved the Lululemon cheer squad with their "you're the sh*t" signs. I found myself focusing less on the crowds at the point and just moving forward. After I turned left around Marcus Garvey Park, I left slightly out of body, unable to really focus on anything and maybe lightheaded. I completely spaced out. I quickly checked to see if I was sweating, yes. I had been taking energy regularly and water at every other station. I ripped open another pack of Honey Stinger chews and grabbed some Gatorade at the next station.

Miles 24-26.2
I passed Bryan again around Mile 24 and gave him a gigantic wave and smile. I was feeling tired, was trying hard not to think about my toes. I was sort of glad they didn't spot me before I spotted them, because I was grimacing. (I am writing this nearly 3 weeks after the fact, so the pain has eased its way out of my memory, but ouch.) I was also getting hungry. I'm an inexperienced runner, so maybe there is a way to eat enough in the morning and throughout the race to help you be fueled and not go hungry. Oh my god, I almost grabbed a hot dog, I was so hungry.

note: i'm the only one smiling.

Turning into Central Park is pretty amazing, and there are wonderful crowds all along the way. A little less on the cheery side, maybe they are tired, cold and waiting for their loved one to run by, sooner as to get to celebratory drinks. I had managed to find a happy place with my toes, now they were only bothering me when I was coasting downhill. I grinned turning onto Central Park South, the Apple Store and the Plaza gleaming in the early November sunlight. Birds flying above the fountain, and just people going about their day despite the block party happening across the city. So much of the race was also about memories, and here I thought about when I met Sharon for a long run a year ago, and how we bonded over our families and loss. I felt amazing running along CPS, and near the end of Mile 26, a wheelchair racer was nearly giving up along the course. His guides were shouting at him, the spectators all shouting, "YOU CAN DO IT! YOU CAN DO IT!" His jaw clenched with determination and tears streaming down his face. I shouted along with them for a moment. It was a beautiful moment, of pain, to being so close. I hope he crossed the finish line and felt the glory.
Mile 26 and then the .2. I'm a cheeseball, in case you didn't pick that up by now. And I love high fives. I cruised into the chute, picking up high fives along the way, smiling WILDLY and precrying. It felt incredible to see the finish line, up that slight incline (damn you NYRR!) and cross it, arms outstretched, legs tired, tears already falling and smile wide.

It was glorious, it was 4:09:27, having met one of my goals. I wiped away tears, hugged a fellow marathoner with congratulations and collected my medal and spacecoat. Oh, the pain set it. My toenails were aching.

And I couldn't wait to do it again. Maybe not New York for awhile, but I know I've many marathons in me. Thank you. Yeah New York. Yeah Big Apple.

Favorite signs:
The Ryan Gosling "Hey Girl, I'm waiting for you at the finish line!"
Pain is Weakness leaving the body (when I saw that in Harlem. Yes, I needed that. In Central Park, yes, I needed that.)
On the Bridge into Queens- Unlike the G train, you run! (looking like an MTA card)

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

NYCM countdown and goals.

It's hard to believe that NYCM is just only 6 days away.

I love the supportive running community, and two of my favorite fast ladies Susan and Claire recently completed marathons. There recaps are funny, and informative. They've run over 20 marathons between the two of them, and I always learn something when reading their reports. Abbe just finished Chicago, her first! After reading Abbe's, I started to feel the panic, the race nerves that this matters, that this is something I've been working towards.

This is marathon #2 for me, which itself is pretty amazing. Years ago, I never imagined saying I ran a marathon, no less two. There's talk about how women get better at marathons as they get older, and I think this is true to some degree. I've been running more this past year and have the experience underneath my belt. I know what workouts are best for me, and what my weaknesses are.

Anyhow, I'm fascinated about where we end up in our lives, and by what we challenge ourselves to do. I spoke a bit on DailyMile about how I was done with Marathon training, how much it stunk and I hated it. Well, not so much. I've come to find it's place in my life. The lure of the long solo run, the tempo run, memorizing foot steps and breath patterns. It's all learning, observing, and the desire to keep pushing forward. I'm about to do my last workout with FHR tonight before the big day.

so, the goals.
1. Don't die.
2. Cross the finish line.

3. Sub 4. Well, it's always there.
4. Sub 4:05, 4:10, and so on. Just best my time of 4:27:48. My goal pace is 9:20, which should put me at 4:05, which is great.
5. See Bryan and get high fives.
6. Enjoy myself and be in the moment.

I ran my garmin numbers and I'm pretty much at the some point in terms of workouts and miles done as last year. I was hoping for more, but I missed three ten milers due to rain and a hilly VT weekend away, a few weeks in the beginning of the training due to a suspected stress fracture. And I enjoyed those extra glasses of wine, let me tell you.

My body is craving sleep and rest right now, which I can only understand as she is preparing herself for Sunday. I listen to her, and tuck in early, linger in the morning.

nyc marathon, a return to the street.

in a week, i’ll be back at my desk, following up on weekend programming, prepping for two evening programs and general getting ready for the week.

but i’ll be different. i’ll have completed my second marathon. i might be sans a toenail or two, and i’ll be very sore.

no matter how the race goes, i will be satisfied that i’ve completed something huge and challenging. it’s no small feat to get to the start line on staten island, and i’ve put in the hours on my feet and the streets of boston, my new home.

it’s a different experience, with a years worth of running experience under my feet, but also not training in the city. i’ve missed seeing the signs go up, everyday experiencing the ads in the subway, running the last ten miles, and racing on the regular followed by brunches. it’s been a solo marathon effort for me, bryan sidelined with his hip injury.

but that’s not entirely true- i’ve been running with Forest Hill Runners, with speed and hill workouts on the regular. i’ve met another librarian who has run and we’ve clocked in some miles together. in some ways, it’s been about the balance. of running, eating right, stretching, core and some weeks sleeping in, having an extra glass of wine, and not getting up at six to run.

mostly, i’m amazed i’m doing this again. running one marathon was one of the biggest things i’ve ever done, and signing up to do it again, well, crazy. and rewarding. but, you can do it. anything. just set the goal, tell people, make a plan, stick to it mostly, and you’ll most likely find yourself having completed that goal. maybe, and if not, you can try again, or not. but getting outside of that comfort zone, pushing yourself, trying something new, hard, scary and big is the adventure, the joy.

so new york, i’m coming back to my adopted hometown on friday. and looking forward to being welcomed with arms throughout the greatest city in the world.

and because we all need a montage song, jay z and alicia keys say it best:

in new york, concrete jungle where dreams are made of, there's nothing you can't do, now you're in new York, these streets will make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Tufts Health Plan 10K For Women

I ran my first 10K on Sunday- it was flat, fast and hot! The exciting thing about new distances is instant PR! The noon start meant a bit of a sleep in. Bryan and I arrived at the Boston Common around 10:45 and it was already milling with runners! Nearly 6,500 women ran and walked this race! I picked up my bib number, and then a really nice long sleeved tech tee from New Balance!

I used the restrooms, we walked around a bit, and found a bit of shade. I took a little spin through the Garden to warm up my legs and then Bryan took off to secure a spot for the high five station. I used the restrooms again and started to make my way to the corrals. Around 11:20am, the race directors had people lining up in their corrals, which seemed a bit on the early side. I understand they wanted to line people up on Charles and walk onto Beacon. Since I got there around 11:45, I weaved my way through looking for the 8minute mile group. Since the corral grouping seemed very informal, I was worried about starting too far back and getting stuck behind slower walkers and runners. However, I managed to line up at the back of the 7mm group, so maybe for the first quarter mile it was a little hectic, but it was fine afterwards.

A 10K goes pretty fast, so I started out and ran an 8:01 mile, pretty good. Kept watching my watch to make sure I wasn't going too fast or two slow. Saw Bryan manning the high five station and got a super great high five. We headed over the Mass Ave Bridge, and as I was coming over onto Memorial Drive, we were able to see the elite runners go by, which was pretty great. The race was pretty boring at this stretch, just heading along Memorial. There isn't much tree coverage and it was getting pretty hot. Mile 4 I felt like I slowed down a bit, only ten second per mile. Heading back over the Mass Ave Bridge into Boston was fun- a good amount of crowd support, and lots more out on Beacon! Bryan was giving lots of high fives, and there were some handsome men in suits and tuxes handing out water as well. The crowds were getting better the closer to the Garden. There were lots of turns at this stretch, which I was worried about, but it was pretty thin at this point. Coming onto Charles was checking my watch and gunning for a sub 50 finish, and kicked up my finish a bit, but it wasn't quite enough.

After crossing the finishing line and giving myself a pat on the back for my new PR and feeling great, Joan Benoit Samuelson was congratulating all the finishers. I was so thrilled, I asked her for a hug, which was super sweaty. Awesome. Grabbed some water and Powerade (can not stomach this! too sweet!), and a banana and did some light stretching. I started to make my way to meet Bryan around mile 5 and ran into one of my childhood best friends! We exchanged contact info, and I hope to get together with her soon!

I made my way down the course, passing by lots of women running and walking towards the finishing line! I kept cheering them on and eventually met up with Bryan.

When thinking about my race goals, they were sub 50 min, which means I would have to run 8:01 or 8:00mm spot on. My second goal was sub 51min, with a under 8:15mm. I didn't have a third goal, fairly certain I would at least come in under 8:30mm.
My official time is 50:28 with 8:08mm. I'm super pleased with this, and feel like if it wasn't so damn hot out, I could have nailed the sub50 goal. But... what's the fun of getting it all on your first time... gives me another reason to race a 10K.

The race itself was really well organized, and they had a very active Facebook page with lots of information and weekly, if not daily posts about the race. I would definitely recommend this race to women in the Boston area. All the women I talked with before the race and after were super encouraging and nice! There is always the question of why women's only races, and now with the recent (dumb) ruling about what constitutes a record, women's only races may become more popular among elites looking to set records. (Maybe.) Maybe I've become more of an experienced racer, but I feel like there is more of a race your own race mentality. Don't get me wrong, I loved chicking guys when the opportunity presents itself (which isn't often.) But I also love running with the ladies, and feed off the inspiration and the myriad reasons for running.

Ok, enough of the sappy emotions and onto the data:

Place 351/6440
Divpl 106/1953 F3039 (I'm getting old.)

1 8:01.5
2 7:59.9
3 8:09.0
4 8:19.7
5 8:10.5
6 7:50.5
7 1:59.1

Monday, August 8, 2011

Weekends in the Kitchen

My new Boston life is much more relaxed than my old NYC life. It feels like I have more free time. (I think not having to work summer Saturdays helps a ton!) So, a rainy Sunday and an abundance of rosemary inspired a barkeep afternoon in the kitchen. which is significantly more roomier.. I've been wanting to make herbal simple syrups for some time- something to jazz up club soda or to give a cocktail even more flavor.

The rosemary simple syrup is just too easy to screw up. Yet, I research and research proportions, afraid it will come out terrible! And it turned out delicious and refreshing, and easy. The simple turned a lovely green color. I may try adding more rosemary next time for a more intense flavor.

As I write this, I'm enjoying it with club soda. It's a tad too sweet for my liking, so will adjust my proportions accordingly. This would make an elegant nonalcoholic drink for your next cook out- perhaps mixed into lemonade, topped with club soda! (And spike it with vodka for your imbibing guests!) I think it could also work with gin! I love exclamation points!

Here's what I did:
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 1/2 cup water
  • 2 sprigs of rosemary

    Combine all three into a small pot and simmer until sugar is dissolved. Remove from heat and let cool. Strain simple syrup into a clean jar and enjoy it!

Up next, brandied cherries. I can't leave the supermarket without buying a bag of cherries! Hands down, one of my favorite fruits. I'm a Manhattan drinker, and inspired by my drink the other night, I decided I would make my own brandied cherries. I poked around at a few recipes and nearly followed this Brandied Cocktail Cherries.

My word of advice- if you plan on removing cherry pits, invest in a cherry pitter. Oh my. I found that using a cake tester from C&B and moving it around the pit and massaging it out worked, but it took forever.

Here's what I did.
  • 1 pound of cherries, stemmed and pitted while watching a National Geographic documentary about solitary confinement.
  • Combined 1/2 cup organic sugar, 1/2 cup water, 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground nutmeg, a sprinkle of cinnamon (as I didn't have a cinnamon stick), and a shake of salt into a medium sauce pan. Simmered until sugar dissolved. (It was starting to smell like Christmas!)
  • Added the cherries and the brandy to the syrup and simmered for about 2 minutes stirring the entire time. (Why did I do this? Not sure- maybe to cook down some of the sugars, but I don't think 2 minutes is enough of time.)
  • Poured cherries into jars and covered with syrup.
  • Cool to room tempertaure and then into the fridge!

Stay tuned for their appearance in a cocktail!

Thursday, August 4, 2011

a study on drivers


The small lever located near the steering wheel that signals to other drivers your direction.
So, dear Mass Drivers- does your blinker deactivate within the city limits of Boston? Are you lane hopping so frequently that you developed repetitive use and can no longer signal? Is there an assumption that since we are all Mass drivers we have intuition about your quick changes from lane to lane.

Is it self fulfilling? Mass drivers have a bad reputation, therefore I will drive like a maniac. Admittedly, it's not hard. There are frequent left hand turns across traffic with no dedicated turning lane, and one does have to get to work. Tailgating becomes unintentional as there is frequent stopping. Not to mention that Boston appears to have been without a city planner when designing the roads. It's a bit of a mess, and I'm navigating City Tiny Car through the mayhem, signalling all the way.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

AND... GO!

What started off as a jokey joke on Twitter, has grown (in my head) as a pretty interesting idea.

On the eve of my 30th, I've returned to my home state. Several people have remarked to me "Oh! You've come home! How nice!" and I grimace and say, "Welllllll.. It's a lot more complex than that."

Let me fill out some Massachusetts and Maura history for you.
1788 - Commonwealth of Massachusetts was founded
1981 - Maura is born!
1999- matriculate at Wheaton College
2003- graduate from Wheaton College
2004- enroll at Simmons College for library school
2006- graduate from Simmons and move to Stamford, CT
2008- move to NYC, meet my now husband
2011- pack up a uhaul and ship up to Boston

My dad loved New York City- loved the energy, the buildings, the street food, the sights. He often took me there to visit as a little girl and I fell in the love the the place. I knew I always wanted to live there. Sure, most of my impressions were from Madonna movies in the 80s, but I knew in my heart I belonged there.
So, I made it happen. Great 3 years- especially meeting Bryan and experiencing an unexpected life change.

But life does change, and so do jobs, which is why we are back here. I'm not sure where I'd want to live outside of NYC, but Boston seems as good as any other place.

This space will be about transition, identity and minutiae. Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a farmer's market at the end of my block.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

a Born Again Mass Hole

I grew up in Westfield, MA. As much as I loved my hometown, I always knew bigger things were waiting for me.

Decades later, found myself living in NYC, met, fell in love with and married a lawyer. Lived happily in the West Village for almost 3 years, and then moved to Boston.

And here I am, returning to my Baystate roots.