“Relationships are full of heartbreak”

“Relationships are full of heartbreak” she whispered. Even though she is clearly intoxicated and can barely stand, her unexpectedly wise words resonate with me. I can’t get them out of my head.

I thought people entered relationships to avoid heartbreak???? In my very early twenties I told myself that relationships were for the weak. They were for the insecure ones that couldn’t stand the thought of being alone. I was SINGLE AND STRONG and I didn’t have much relationship expierence then. So, I naturally assumed that relationships were a safe haven; a place devoid of hurt and heartbreak.

Will I ever find someone that loves me unconditionally for who I am? I doubt it. I think the only people that will ever truly love me unconditionally are my parents and sister.

The love we expierence in relationships is usually a selfish kind of love.

Have you ever loved a romantic partner unconditionally? Or do you love the role they play in your life and the emotional and physical things they offer you?

Why I run

I just figured out why I run and I thought I should probably alert you all.

I run to beat boys.

I run to beat boys who have wronged me.

Boys who have made me feel worthless,

Boys who are cocky a$$holes

Boys who I can’t stand.

It is as if I am saying

I may not have been good enough for you

But I will damn well be a more dedicated, faster, better, stronger runner than you

No seriously, if you are a boy and I knew you and didn’t like you, you can be sure I am looking up your race times and using them to fuel my workouts. Hell, even if I do like you, I still want to beat you.

Here is a picture of me interacting with a wonderful older race offical to prove that my heart isn’t all evil…

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A weekend at the races!

Whoa. This weekend was a lot of fun.

It all started saturday night. I watched Center Stage on Netflix. That movie is wonderful. From the bad acting to the amazing dancing to the hot guy who worships the annoying girl, Center Stage has it all. It even has SANDY COHEN from the OC! Sandy Cohen is my absoute favorite TV Dad!

Anyway, on Saturday morning I woke up bright and early to make my way down to the Philadelphia art museum for the 3rd annual Back On My Feet 5 Miler. Going to a race completely alone was a new experience. I usually have a “bag bitch”. Now that I no longer live with my parents, they no longer do this duty for me. It was windy and rainy. I planned to use the BOMF 5 mile race to gauge how fast I could run 5 miles. You see, I am also doing the Narberth Cystic Fibrosis run the last weekend in April. It is a 5 mile race that holds a special place in my heart. That is my goal 5 mile race.

My goal for the BOMF 5 miler was to suffer the whole time. I don’t think I really completed this goal. Although I suffered, I could have suffered more, ya know? I just felt off the whole time. By mile 4 I was getting into my groove. I just have no idea how to run shorter races (I guess running 10 marathons will do that to you). Ideally, I would love to get better at shorter races. I need to become more comfortable with experiencing EXTREME discomfort.

I finished the BOMF 5 mile race in 34:45. According to the results web site, that is a 6:57 pace.

I was aiming to finish in 34 minutes. Hopefully I will be able to get my time down to 34 minutes in less than a month for the Narberth run!

On Sunday, the next day, I got up early for more running! I ran THE LOVE RUN! My dad was nice enough to pick me up at my apartment and drive me to the starting line (I guess I need to take back everything I said about not having a bag bitch anymore). Seriously, I am so lucky. He got up earlier than I did! It was raining from miles 1-4 . I enjoyed a respite from the rain from miles 5-8. Then the downpour began at mile 9. I was miserable, yet so happy because I knew I was going to PR. My sneakers and running clothes were heavy with rainwater, but I crossed the finish line with a manic smile on my face. My time was 1:40:47!

Then I hit the hay early for some sleep, or picture posing….

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Overall, it was an amazing weekend, but I am really looking forward to being able to stay out late this coming weeking. And then being able to sleep in! And then going to brunch at some new to me Philadelphia brunch spots! Any suggestions? Please don’t say Sabrina’s…I am so over that place. Don’t worry, I still plan to name my first born Sabrina!

Until next time,

L

Observations on Tinder from somebody who has a boyfriend

“U going out?”

Apparently my ability to go out is really import to people. Guys want to know how often I do it. And if I am doing it that particular night. I have been asked: “U going out” on numerous occasions. Chances are, if I am on Tinder, I am usually in my Pjs with my retainer in merely looking for something to do before my sleepiness completely engulfs me. When I am out having a life, I don’t go on Tinder. I go on Tinder when I am actively searching for conformation that I am not repulsive. This usually occurs around 1 am on a week night while in bed. alone.

Listen up men of Tinder! If it is a Tuesday night at 12:19am, I am probably not “going out” so don’t bother asking.

What kind of line is “U going out” anyway???

What happen to “I want to take you out”

Or maybe I am completely missing the point of Tinder? Yea I guess so, since I am just using it as a form of entertainment. I am a horrible person. Sorry.

Tinder dating tip #1: mention that you are going out tonight and every night for the rest of forever. You will come off as super mysterious and very alluring, and everyone will want you.

2014: the year of the lolly pop

Hey!

My main resolution this year is to blog. For real. The last 6 months have been a whirlwind.

Goals for 2014

1. Learn how to drive. Yes, I am 23 years old and I still don’t know how to drive. 

2. Go on brithright. 

3. Move out! 

4. Learn Hebrew.  

5. Find a boyfriend that isn’t a narcissistic asshole.

6. Run a 50 mile race and run a 3:35 marathon.

My progress:

1. KINDA ACCOMPLISHED. I took the written test to obtain my permit. I can say with some certainty that I can functionally drive a car. I have even driven on the highway. I have yet to take driving exam though. However, I am closer to accomplishing this goal that I have ever been before. 

2. ACCOMPLISHED! I returned from birthright yesterday! It was amazing! Definitely a wonderful growing experience. I am in love with Israel. Parts were difficult, but I am very glad I was brave enough to sign up (I didn’t know a soul on the trip and was worried about making friends). Luckily, I found two girls on the trip that made the whole thing an absolute blast. 

3. ALMOST ACCOMPLISHED! I am moving out of my parent’s house in two short weeks!                          

4. NEEDS ALOT OF WORK! I am trying to find Hebrew classes or a Hebrew tutor, but I am super motivated to learn. 

5. ITS COMPLICATED…enough said. I’ll dive into more detail in future posts. 

6. HALFWAY THERE? I plan to run a 50 mile race in May. And I am signed up for two marathons in March. I’ve lost a lot of fitness, as I wasn’t able to run while I was in Israel. Additionally, I’ve been experiencing some strain/injury in my right leg. 

I am currently on my way to Vermont. And its snowing in the amtrak train! That is something you don’t see everyday…

Its snowing on the amtrak train!

Its snowing on the amtrak train!

Happy New Year! What are your goals?

OX,

Lesley

The one who cares

 

Last spring my sister graduated from high school. My parents threw a spectacular graduation party on our newly remodeled backyard patio. I invited some of my close friends, and “M” was one of them. I stood awkwardly in my black dress, not knowing whether or not I should to attempt to socialize with my sister’s friends. I decided to make a beeline for the bathroom. I always hide in the bathroom when I feel out of sorts. Right before my third hurried step in the direction of the restroom, “M” strolled in. He was the first of my friends to arrive. The others had all texted me with some elaborate excuses for why they were running late. No doubt, they didn’t want to be the first ones to arrive at this haphazard, potentially awkward family gathering.

“M” was dressed up for the occasion. He handed my sister an unwrapped present. It was a UChicago Sweatshirt (the school she would be attending that fall). Upon spotting me, he walked over.

After the party my Grandmother asked me about “M”. No one had informed her of any juicy information, she just happened to be smitten with him. She kept insisting: “He’s sweet on you”. In her world, guys and gals don’t date. Guys are simply “sweet on” girls.

Finally I cracked.

“Why are you so adamant that he is ‘sweet on me’…” I cautiously inquired.

“I can tell from the way he looks at you” She replied softly.

Return to Nantucket

We ventured back to the magical island of Nantucket. And found that the island still possessed the same charm and mystery.

The ferry ride was beautiful…

Upon arriving we made a mad dash for the Juice Bar

I ordered cookie dough ice cream in a waffle cone. My sister Jay was more adventurous and ordered chocolate chip peanut butter cookie dough. Yes it really is a flavor. I don’t remember much about Jay’s, except that Reese’s Pieces were lodged in the creamy goodness.

Clam Chowder was enjoyed later that evening…

And plenty of visits to the beach occurred…

I took my first Zumba class while in Nantucket at The Studio. I somehow managed to convince my sister to accompany me. To sum up the experience. I will leave you with some of Jay’s words: “That was the most fun I’ve had all vacation”. Our teacher Kate was super friendly, encouraging, and a wonderfully talented dancer. It was such a unique class, with only six attendees total. One male and five females. The dance room was small. We danced to a mix of current hits, oldies, and salsa. My favorite song was the Cotton Eyed Joe (it brought back tons of great memories!). I would deff do Zumba again, here in Chicago.

We stayed at the lovely Union Street Inn

A very quaint Inn where they have free snacks in the kitchen from 3pm-5pm.

In one store on the Island I saw a T-shirt that said:

” IN LIFE YOU CAN CHOOSE TWO PATHS: THE PATH OF LEAST RESISTANCE. OR THE PATH YOU CAN’T RESIST.

NEVER RESIST! “

Until next time Nantucket….Luv,

L