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

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.

Reflecting

In high school I felt self-conscious of my body, because I had severe scoliosis. I was even forced to wear a back brace. The summer of my junior year of high school I had spinal fusion surgery to fix my curved spine. The surgery had a drastic effect on my body. Firstly, to my delight, the operation left me an inch taller. Secondly, I was also left with an impressive twelve-inch scar on my back. Thirdly, when I returned home from the hospital, I was ten pounds lighter. I didn’t notice that I had lost weight. The first person that commented on my weight loss was a friend’s mother. She simply remarked, “You have lost quite a bit of weight”. However, I interpreted her words as: “You used to be fat”. Over the next year I slowly regained all the weight I shed during my time at the hospital.

I consider the term “athlete” an elusive title reserved for talented kids on sports teams. I did not think I would ever be an athlete, but things changed. I distinctly remember my first run post-surgery. It was immediately after being “cleared” to exercise again from my orthopedic surgeon. It was also around this time of year. Maybe early march, when spring had not yet sprung. I ran for five minutes and came back inside very discouraged. I was out of breath and out of shape. Soon, my pathetic five-minute runs turned into ten-minute runs. Slowly, the ten-minute runs turned into twenty-minute runs. Eventually I started counting miles instead of minutes. During my sophomore year of college ran a 10k race with my sister. I was so unbelievable high off of running after I ran my first 10k. I became addicted to that feeling. You would think that a girl who just completed her third marathon would not hesitate to call herself an athlete, but I do. You know what??? I am a freaking athlete, so screw anyone that looks at me and thinks otherwise.

Anyway, enough reflecting.

Currently, I am having pain in my calf. I don’t know if I should go to the gym, or just rest. I have not been doing much physical activity since the marathon, so I don’t know what this pain is all about.

Maybe I will just chill, relax, and sip some ice tea.