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…



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….


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,



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.