Life is a Marathon, Not a Sprint

So, I’m turning 30 in just over a week. November 3rd is the big 3-0. I’m celebrating by running the New York City Marathon, and I couldn’t be happier! I ran my first full marathon, the Boston Marathon at age 22, back in 2006 ( I know, that’s a really long time ago. There were probably still dinosaurs roaming the earth. Get over it.) It was a life-changing experience for sure, and probably one of the best days of my life (up until that point). For some reason, lets call it life, I took a long hiatus from running marathons.


I didn’t stop running though, or racing. I did plenty of half-marathons, met some best friends running and even met my now husband at a 24 hour-relay race. Did I mention on here I got married? Ross and I tied the knot on October 4th at the Shalin Liu in Rockport, MA. It was seriously the best day of my life (the marathons come second, I promise). He will also be by my side at the NYC marathon #teamdonovan:





(Photo Cred: Josh Collins: On the left is me and Ross in 2007 the night we met (along with running friends Josh and Jen). On the right is us and the same friends at our wedding in 2013. Like a fine wine, we get better with age. And showers. Awwwww.


So, my 20s have been full of good runs, races, and even better friends and loved ones. A few months ago I took a new job with Marathon Tours & Travel, and it took me to Berlin with a group for the marathon in September. I got to run the 2013 BMW Berlin Marathon less than a week before my wedding. Some might think this is crazy, but I thought it was very fitting. Sure, I may have broken down crying at mile 24, worried I was going to be in too much pain to dance at my wedding, but whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. After 26.2 miles and an international flight home, I still danced like crazy on my wedding day:




Well, as I’m reflecting on the past decade, I realized another thing that was very important to me was this blog. I really enjoy sharing my life and experiences and reflecting on here. I’m looking forward to another decade of running, blogging, loving, living. 30 is the new 20 after-all. At least that’s what I’m telling myself!


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!

































Finger Paints and Fried Clams

My weekend started early Friday morning when I hopped on a train home to Rockport, MA. I got to babysit my adorable niece Halle. We spent the day kissing, coloring and eating gingerbread. As if that wasn’t fun enough, when my sister got home from work we went to Island Art and Hobby, bought some paints and did some finger painting!

At first Halle seemed a little worried as to why the crazy grown-ups were sticking her hands and feet in gooey paint, but she was loving it by the end.

Halle’s Masterpiece.

All this finger painting inspired Alaina and I, and after bathing a paint-covered Halle, putting her to bed, and having a few glass of wine we decided to stay up all night and paint.

Alaina’s whimsical tree (notice the high-chair easel)

My African Elephants

Mom’s Mudroom turned art gallery.

After being up to 2am painting, this crazy person got up at 7:30am and ran 6 miles. I can’t resist running in Rockport, it’s one of the most beautiful and serene places I have ever been. It makes me want to give up city life and move home and paint and run next to the ocean every morning.

Later that afternoon I took my boys (Ross and Mango) to the beach for lunch and playtime. I was starving after my run and couldn’t resist ordering the fried clams and clam chowder (along with a healthy salad of course). I do not do a lot of fried food and cream, but if there is any time to splurge on that it is on New England seafood.

Not the easiest thing to eat on the beach, but delicious nonetheless.

My lunch dates

I’ll include a few more fun beach pictures, if for no other reason than I want to post the pictures while I have them. Shortly after these were uploaded, my 4 year old camera decided to stop turning off and tell me the lens is broken. Off to the camera shop tomorrow…