Where the Magic Happens




After spending a year abroad and nearly everyday experiencing new things (language, people, culture, weather, food) you would think I’d be pretty adaptable to new things, but it turns out I too, am a creature of comfort. I’ve gotten right back into a set daily routine for the week, and haven’t been straying much from that..The reason: It’s just so damn easy not to push yourself to try something new.

Last night though, I decided to do something crazy and try a new heated/power yoga studio close to work. If you’ve been reading this blog, you’ll know I’m a big fan of Prana but the locations (all 3 of them) just aren’t convenient for me during the week right now. Due to this, I haven’t been doing much yoga ( ie I’ve been a seriously stressed out bitch)

So the new class I decided to try was at 6:15am this morning, in Waltham. This meant I had to wake up at 5am. I really could have slept in a little more, but I was so nervous about being late for my first time there. I kept thinking “What if I get lost on the way?” (I drive by this place 2X everyday), “what if there is no parking open?” (because you know, the burbs are usually hopping at 6AM) “what if I forget how to do yoga, and pass-out in class (this is just ridiculous). I got so nervous about all the things that could go wrong I could hardly sleep. Despite lack of sleep and wracked nerves, I wound up getting there just fine (albeit really early) and finding out that I LOVED the class and this yoga studio, and will be able to fit yoga into my life once again (and stop being a stressed out bitch. Hopefully).

I now go to the gym at work almost everyday, but even something as simple and convenient as that was hard for me at first. I am not a novice to working out at gyms, but  I would always forget something essential (like socks, or a fully charged iPod) and had a fear of embarrassing myself in front of colleagues. You know, that first time at the work gym locker room when you forget your towel, and don’t realize it until you turn off the shower and you’re standing there naked, You of course decide to make a mad, wet dash over to the paper towel dispenser across the room without anyone noticing when a coworker walks in and you’re like “Oh, Hi Tom. This is the MENS locker room? Really?  You don’t say….”

 Luckily only 2/3 of the story above actually happened to me, but if it’s happened to you, don’t let it get you down. Making changes, even little ones, can be surprisingly daunting, but even the smallest changes can make a big difference in your life.




Summer in the City

It’s not quite summer yet, but it certainly felt like it this weekend. I like to think that summer is more of a state of mind than a season anyway..Don’t know what I’m talking about? Please check out the following Youtube videos They sum it up better than I ever could:




Our spoiled lucky puppy got an early start to the weekend when one or our good friends (who shall remain anonymous on here, just in case her boss reads this blog.I know the odds of this boss being 1 out of the 2 people who actually read this blog are pretty slim, but you never know….) anyway, this friend took the day off and spent the whole day outside playing with Mango

. Why don’t jobs offer PTO for walking friend’s dogs anyway? Something to ponder/bring up with HR. She sent me this amazing video of Mango enjoying the sunshine and as you can see, he is definitely in a summer state of mind!  https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=104f909d23&view=att&th=13760d49abb6665d&attid=0.1&disp=safe&zw


One thing so great about Mango, and dogs in general, is their enthusiasm for life. Mango wakes up everyday just so excited; excited to see us, to go for a walk, to eat breakfast, he’s excited to just ‘be’. I think we humans could all learn a little bit from dogs in this regard. I don’t know about you, but I do not wake up excited and happy many days, it’s more like lethargic and grumpy.


Yet another thing I love about Mango (in addition to everything) is his contentment. Whatever we are doing he seems totally content and happy to be doing it. He’s not checking facebook and thinking that everyone else has a better Saturday night plan than than he does, or read a blog and feel jealous that the author had a better run/dinner/date than he did. I think there is a lot of pressure to not only be perfect, but to also make everyone else knows how perfect your life is.

Today, forget perfect and just aim for happy. Start with that summer state of mind, and go from there. Whatever you do, enjoy your Sunday!


-John Lennon

What the hill was I thinking?!


“What the HILL was I thinking?”This was the phrase we saw on a few people’s shirts this past weekend, and it was quite appropriate for the Twin Lights Half Marathon. Beautiful course, but definitely hills the whole way, and the one between mile 9 and 10 was not for the weak, thank goodness to the man blasting the Rocky theme song from his minivan on that hill, it was probably the only thing that could have gotten me through without stopping. Yeah I kinda felt like this after I made it to the top:



I’m not going to lie, I was disappointed in our 2:08 finish. I had trained a lot for this, and I’ve also done several half marathons in under 2 hours (which is what my goal was for this) Tough races happen though, it’s part of running life. I was  dealing with a lot of pain in my lower calf,shin and ankle,and pretty much fired my right leg halfway through the race, NBD. So, it wasn’t the easiest run, there could have been a few more water stops (they ran out of gatorade at every water stop, and out of water completely at a few,,not acceptable for a half marathon in 70+ degree weather). The volunteers who were there did a great job though, and it made me really want to volunteer at a race sometime soon.


I did not get pictures of us before or during the race, I’m hoping there will be some posted online, because I’m sure pictures of me dehydrated, in serious pain and hopping on my left leg are going to frame-able. My biggest complaint is that they didn’t give out MEDALS! Only the top 3 finishers recieved medals 😦 I think it may be the 1st race I ever ran that didn’t give them out to all finishers, and I hope it’s my last. It made finishing so anti-climatic!

We spent the rest of the day with Moms (our Moms) walking stumbling around Rockport and enjoying the sunshine. Please notice my twin Lights shirt in front of the Motif #1. It doesn’t get much more Rockport than that folks:





Ross and his Mom found their own little piece of Rockport named after them (Donovan’s Corner, which also appears to be Tuna Wharf. I would like to point out that Ross’ last name is in fact Donovan, and not Tuna)

One of the highlights or the weekend was our dinner at Giuseppes. I’m usually more of  a seafood fan when in the North Shore, but this little Italian restaurant was so much fun, you don’t even notice the food (which wasn’t bad at all by the way, and as I North End resident I feel I have a bit of knowledge in this area). They have a piano bar, literally the piano is a bar and it is the centerpiece of the restaurant. People go up and sing, some voluntarily, some get forced/bribed into it, and some even get challenged to a sing-off. 2 out of 3 of these situations applied to me Saturday night, can you guess which ones? Good news is, we totally won the sing off!

Race is done, Moms are spoiled and I have piano bar bragging rights. Goodnight!

































Life is a highway

Hello there! I guess it’s been quite awhile since my last post, I have a good excuse though.. you see the Red Sox started their season and the Celtics are in the playoffs and therefore I have been attending many sports games stuck in deadlock traffic on Storrow Drive for the last month and a half.

In addition to being flipped off, singing out loud at the top of my lungs to “Call Me Maybe” on Kiss108 (this might have something to do with being flipped off, I’m completely tone dead), keeping informed with NPR (as well getting suckered into pledging to all their drives) spilling coffee out of my no-drip eco-friendly coffee cup and getting hit on by truck drivers, I’ve been trying to keep active during the small life hours I spend not sitting in my car/at my desk/on my couch.

For instance, I danced my pants off with relatives at my cousin’s wedding this weekend. Congratulations Chris & Kathleen ❤ Bon Voyage and have a blast in ARUBA!

(Dance moves: courtesy of open bar)

I’ve also been busy running around Boston solo endlessly on weekends training for the Twin Lights Half Marathon this Saturday. I really need a running buddy for this summer, any takers? Is there an online site to meet running partners? If not, I’m going to create one. I’ll call this matchmypace.com.

Ross will be running the race with me Saturday, but he doesn’t have to train like normal human beings (ie women). He’ll still be faster than me too, which is probably grounds for breaking up.

Maybe it’s being so busy and distracted lately, but I’ve been having a hard time focusing. Maybe it’s allergies too? Isn’t it funny how almost everything can be blamed on allergies? I’ve been trying to center myself by focusing on a vision board, and found myself feeling very stuck. It just feels like nothing is coming out of this brain of mine. Dreams, aspirations, goals, where are you hiding in there? Are you also stuck somewhere in my sinus cavity?

I discussed this issue with a great friend of mind who I consider to be a wonderful mentor, and she recommended instead of trying to force myself to figure out what it is I do want, to try to write down things I don’t want (to do, to be, etc.) I’ve always felt it’s best to look on the bright side and try to focus on the positive, but sometimes being balanced means paying attention to what you don’t want too. Don’t dwell on it or worry about it, get it down in writing and it just might spark some of that positivity if you’re stuck. And lets face it, we all have negative thoughts and ideas pop into our heads once in awhile, For instance, you might write “I do not want to turn 60. But I DO want to run a marathon on my 60th birthday”. Don’t worry, if you write this on your own personal vision board no one else will have to see it and you can keep your perpetually positive facebook status in tact. You can even burn it after, in fact that might be a good idea…

One amazing yoga instructor we met in Costa Rica would host full moon parties each month, in which she would invite everyone to write down something negative they wanted to give up or get out on a piece of paper, and they would throw these papers in to a big bonfire and be rid of them.

My focus the rest of this week is going to be on surviving this half-marathon and enjoying a weekend on the North Shore (with Mom’s of course- can’t forget those this weekend!) I heard that bright hot thing in the sky might even make an appearance. What is that thing again? On the agenda for next week:

-Yoga (at least 2 classes, it’s been far, far too long)
-Blogging (so many blog post ideas, so little time)
-Writing a long letter and/or email to friends I need to catch up with. Please know I miss you and love you all!

Life is a highway… who wants to carpool?