Even if I tried at various points in the day yesterday to not think about what the day was, I couldn’t avoid it. While waiting for our order at Town Bagel, I watched the reading of the names.
Weekly Workout Recap
My son asked me if I’ve noticed any changes since joining Equinox.
What kind of changes?
I wasn’t even looking for changes. I’m not one for “goals” and I’m not looking to lose weight – I don’t even use a scale. I joined Equinox for the change of scenery and to enjoy myself.
Although, I might notice one positive change aside from enjoying my workout experiences.
I think the incline walking on the treadmill, especially from the Precision Walk class, has made me more capable and comfortable with inclines overall. The last couple of times that I ran on the treadmill, I notice that I’m setting it to a higher incline as soon as I start to run and keep it higher than I used to as my base incline.
So that’s pretty cool!
Fitness Finds
I noticed that lululemon has the terry headbands now. Alo Yoga headbands come as a two-pack for $20 vs lululemon for $14 for just one headband.
The Sculpt Tank from lululemon now comes in a bright purple (moonlit magenta) — this is now my favorite tank for running so I will likely get it in this color and maybe white or black too.
Last Week’s Workouts
I’m still working on setting a routine but the truth is, and I think I keep saying this, it will continue to vary/go day by day.
I definitely noticed that I want nothing to do with running outside. It’s amazing how burned out of my usual routine I actually was because I don’t think I fully noticed until I changed things by joining Equinox.
While there are tons of various types of classes to choose from, I’m pretty set on rotating pilates, barefoot sculpt, and spin, and fitting in barre (and the Precision Walk class on Sundays) when I can.
What I do love and try really hard to do is (again, when I can) take two barefoot sculpt and two pilates each week. Each of those classes has a different teacher which gives me a really nice variation on the same type of exercises. It won’t happen each week because I do need to go by how I feel, what time I wake up, and what else I have going on that day, but I will try!
Monday – 5 Miles (treadmill)
I don’t have a specific workout to share but I still run my easy run on the treadmill workout for the first mile and then pick it up from there, finishing five miles under 45 minutes.
Tuesday – Barefoot Sculpt
Wednesday – 3 Miles (treadmill) + Pilates
I squeeze those three miles in prior to pilates which pushes me to get done fast. Today I had a few extra minutes so I didn’t go crazy with speed but still ran three miles in 26 minutes.
Thursday – Outdoor Walk + 20 Min Melissa Wood Health Yoga Flow
Friday – Pilates
Saturday – 15 Min Run + Spin
I slept a little later today which meant I missed the first spin class on the schedule. This worked out well because I’ve wanted to take Anthem Ride for a while now! I really loved it and loved adding a 15-minute warm-up run prior to the spin class.
While the Saturday schedule has a spin class followed by the Precision Run class (still haven’t made it to that class!), I definitely won’t ever do that. I think that would be too high intensity for me. But, I can totally run a bit on the treadmill before spinning. It warmed me up really nicely for spin and I felt great afterward.
Sunday – Barefoot Sculpt + Precision Walk
It worked out with today’s schedule that the Barefoot Sculpt class was moved up by 15 minutes which meant I was able to do that plus the treadmill walk class. They usually conflict so this made me happy.
On this day every year since starting my blog, I share my thoughts from and about September 11, 2001, so that we never forget.
As we are now 21 years from the tragic events of that horrific day in history, it is just so important that we keep telling our stories and teaching the younger generations what happened while reminding the rest of society of how our lives changed forever. Sometimes it seems to me like people forget, don’t think about it as much because they weren’t affected, weren’t in New York, or naively assume it can’t happen again.
I see the below monument outside of Walt Whitman Mall on a weekly basis.
I also drive past this memorial at a local Firehouse almost daily which displays a piece of the wreckage from the World Trade Center.
Close to 500 people from my area alone, died on September 11, 2001.
Even as I write this post year after year, I seriously still cannot comprehend such a concept.
I often think about September 10, 2001, before it all happened. When life was innocent.
When I went to Roosevelt Field mall to find my mother a birthday gift during my lunch break, her birthday was the next day, September 11. Happy Birthday mom!
When you didn’t really look around you in the mall, worrying about where the emergency exits were or if the person over there was suspicious.
When you didn’t think about terrorists as you walked around the city or taking your shoes off at the airport, or even consider that maybe your peanut butter would somehow count as a liquid on an airplane.
It was the year of my engagement, two months before my wedding day, and just a few weeks before my bridal shower.
I remember driving to work the morning of September 11, 2001, in the gorgeous morning sunshine. What’s so interesting about my recollection of the weather is that EVERYONE still speaks about the weather that day. I vividly remember taking note of the weather – I was stopped at a light on Stewart Avenue in Garden City and I looked up at the sky through my open sunroof around 8:20 AM and thought to myself – it’s unusually beautiful today.
My office was about 30 minutes outside of Manhattan.
I remember being at my desk before 9:00 am. I am always early.
I’ll never forget my coworker walking in, asking if anyone else had heard about a plane crashing into the World Trade Center.
My coworkers and I gathered around, listening to a radio, and watching news coverage on one small television.
We were sent home for the day by 10:00 AM. I remember driving home with my sunroof closed, truly afraid something would fall out of the sky. As if my sunroof being closed would save me.
I remember eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with an apple for lunch as I watched the horrific news coverage on television. I still lived at home, home as in with my parents.
I sat there frozen on the floor of the den, in disbelief, watching the news coverage while talking to my best friend Heather on the phone since she was also sent home for the day from work down in Florida. Her uncle worked in the Pentagon but he was okay.
I remember trying to reach friends and family in the city but the local phone lines weren’t working well and calls weren’t going through.
To put things in perspective, I had a Startac cell phone without caller ID. There was nothing smart about my phone other than offering me call-waiting.
My cousin, Amy, ended up at our house for the night because she was stranded on Long Island. The bridges and tunnels were all shut down which meant she could not get home to the city. She was working (or was it interning?) on Long Island at that time.
I remember going with Amy to get my mother a birthday cake that night from TCBY, the only store open in the area. The town was basically deserted. All of the stores were closed and no one was on the road. We also baked cookies to pass the time.
I barely slept at night for weeks because of the news coverage on the television all night long of people looking for their missing loved ones. I wanted to turn it off but I couldn’t turn it off.
I remember being afraid to leave the house in the dark, especially in the morning before work when I would normally go to the gym.
I chose the treadmill in the basement at home most mornings during this time, where I felt safe.
I remember hearing about friends who lost their parents, relatives, and close friends at the World Trade Center and learning about those close to me who escaped and survived.
I will never forget how afraid I was to go to my aunt’s apartment in the city to celebrate Rosh Hashanah, only a week later. I was afraid to go over the Triboro bridge and afraid to get out of the car when we parked on Lexington Avenue.
I remember the scent of lower Manhattan on November 1, when I had no choice but to be downtown for a meeting. The burning smell was still so strong — it was a reminder of what we were living through.
I recall the one-year anniversary of September 11. It was terribly upsetting.
One of my co-workers brought munchkins to the office (not to celebrate but more as an emotional eating session) which we ate as we sat for a while, with a lot of us crying.
As the years keep passing, I don’t forget.
On September 11, 2003, I was nine months pregnant. I watched the 9/11 news coverage all morning before meeting my realtor to pick up the keys to our new house.
On September 11, 2006, I watched the news coverage as I tried to prepare my son for his first day of preschool. A total disaster of a day – he cried the entire four hours of school and I cried listening to him cry as I sat in the preschool office unable to leave the building.
10 years ago today I left a part-time job in event planning to go off on my own to explore a new direction in health, fitness, and freelance writing (which ultimately brought me back to the event industry). It really couldn’t have been a happier time and a major turning point in my life yet at the same time, I didn’t forget and will never forget.
Over the last few years, I do spend more time downtown in lower Manhattan than I have in my whole life. It’s a very weird experience and feeling for me literally every time.
I can’t help but think about September 11 each and every time I’m downtown. I have flashes of what I remember from that day as well as replay the news clips that I have seen (which I’ve seen over and over because I drown myself in the coverage to learn everything I can from survivor stories) of what took place on the very streets I’m walking. It’s eery to walk those same streets.
I have a level of guilt for being this freaked out when I’m downtown because I wasn’t physically in that area of Manhattan on that tragic day 21 years ago. It wasn’t me who had to escape and it wasn’t my immediate family. But I was born in the city and raised in New York, and have lived here my entire life. I am an American. And I’m human – how can you not be seriously affected by what happened to others? To New York? To the Pentagon? To Shanksville, PA? To our country?
The Freedom Tower freaks me out, even though we should be proud to see the recovery brought to life. I walk around the entire area, see the 9-11 Memorial and Museum, and go to the Westfield mall which is right there but I won’t go inside the tower. I can’t do it.
Incredibly, I do have a close inside glimpse into how fighting terrorism LITERALLY takes over the lives of the select people in our country who spend 24/7 seeking intelligence to hunt down the terrorists who look to attack again. My relationship has been long-distance and a challenge because of it and saying I support him 200% for being the person he is, is such an understatement. He is capable of situations most can’t even imagine, including me, although I try to grasp it. It’s surreal to me at times, scary a bit too, yet I’m just so proud.
We are lucky to have people serving in our country who are brave enough to risk their lives (and dedicate their entire being) to fighting for our safety and freedom to protect us — because that’s truly what it takes, even all these years later, to continue to prevent such tragedies from happening again.
I’m home from my trip to Florida but needed a few days to adjust back into my routine!
I was in South Florida from Boca to Ft. Lauderdale to Miami to Palm Beach — It was so fun to hang with my best friend Heather and go to the beach almost every day along with the malls, the stores in Palm Beach, play tennis, and laugh until we cried at least ten times a day. We also attended a networking event since we both work in the events industry — I still don’t know how we ended up in the same industry but hey, some things in life can’t be explained.
It was super nice to also be away without my computer, that’s for sure!
I wanted to share some of the highlights of what I ate in Florida last week.
I’m not so sure that I will share my workouts next week. I came back from Florida really not in the mood to keep track of my workouts, what I’m eating, or really anything else. I’ve been running 5-6 miles at a time, a few times already this week BUT I’m not writing it down.
Let’s see how my mood is after next week and then I will go from there with how to approach the blog.
I had a very up and down week last week as I was still dealing with a bad cold that went to my sinuses. Every time I thought I was feeling better and ready to return to normal, I would end up feeling worse.
During the time I was sick, I took five covid tests including one at the doctor’s office which were all negative. I guess other viruses still exist!
I’m finally feeling more like myself after a weekend of trying to rest as much as possible.
When I say rest as much as possible, I still ran three miles super easy on Saturday, not to mention some short runs during the week too.
Runners are a stubborn group of people. I am definitely one of those people. However, I feel like I’ve gotten better about backing off my workouts when sick and giving myself a litlte more time to recover before returning to running.
I think as runners with routine miles and regular workout routines, keeping up with what we usually do as soon as we think we feel better helps us to feel normal again.
These days, a lot of my runs are “only three miles.” I’m always able to run “just three miles” so it’s hard for me to distinguish when I still shouldn’t, especially if I’m feeling better.
I didn’t run for a week.
Each time I thought I was better and just at the end of a cold, I still ended up worse. It wasn’t typical for me but thankfully, almost two weeks later now, I think I’m finally better.
Last Week’s Workouts
My runs were at a super easy pace. In fact, as hard as they say running is on the body, I found myself feeling as though running was my better choice in comparison to yoga or pilates. My symptoms were above the chest without a fever but the further into this virus, the forward movement of walking/running felt better for me than the change of position/up and down movement of yoga and pilates poses because of my sinuses.
Monday – 19 Min Powerful Pilates (bodyweight) + 40 Min Walk
I was feeling a bit better this morning but not ready for running just yet.
Tuesday – 3 Mile Run + 9 Min Arms (1 lb weights)
I hadn’t run in a week now and I thought I felt better today/as if I was in the end stage of my cold. By afternoon I felt sick all over again with a terrible headache and the overall sick feeling which lasted all night.
Wednesday – Off
I felt like I was recovering from a virus today instead of just recovering from a cold.
Thursday – 3 Mile Run
Better today? Maybe?
Friday – One Hour Walk
Saturday – 3 Mile Run
Better but tired.
Sunday – 20 Min Wake Me Up Flow + Walk
I tried one of my favorite gentle yoga flows today but my head wasn’t really ready for it. I did what I could and then went for a walk.
This Alo Yoga sports bra is on sale and already in my Bloomingdale’s cart. I love everything Alo and the sports bras fit so well.
I don’t see much from J.Crew that I like these days which is disappointing but I did spot this sculpt stretch high neck sports bra and I’m curious about it. There are also matching leggings – I am going to check in stores this weekend to try both on!
Suddenly it’s Wednesday again and as I’m looking to put together today’s post about what I’ve been eating lately, I realize that I only have two pictures of recent meals to share.
How can that be? Well, I guess it makes sense. I’m not very good at capturing pictures of what I eat or what I do anymore. I haven’t been very good at it for a few years and at times, it’s worse than others.
Living without thinking about where my phone is to take a picture is not a bad thing. In fact, it’s in line with who I am and how I feel about social media culture. I’m not the type who takes multiple selfies a day. Actually, I don’t take any selfies or plan to pose for photos to share a bazillion pictures of myself doing normal life things.
I think that this over photographed culture is extremely disruptive to mental health – be it taking selfies (where you over-see yourself which leads to people hyper-focusing on every nook and cranny of their face and body causing even very young people to turn to botox, filler, and other treatments) or pictures of the food we eat.
Now obviously not taking pictures can be an issue for a blogger, especially when I’m over here trying to show you what I have been eating. But as a blogger, I’m a writer first. This blog was never about the photos, it was about the words.
Anyway, for sure, a post about food should involve some photographs and I should be able to do better about capturing a few more meals for next week. But at least now you get a little glimpse into my opinion of the over-photographed world we are living in at the moment.
So my aunt sent me home with leftovers from Shabbat dinner which included roasted vegetables and various salad ingredients. Oh, and now my freezer is also filled with matzoh ball soup.
I used the roasted vegetables and other ingredients she gave me to make delicious salads for lunch. Each salad looked a lot like this salad below.
I picked up a nice big vegetarian bowl from CAVA one day when I was really hungry and didn’t want anything that was in the house to eat. My opinion of CAVA still stands in that it’s not the “OMG best” but it’s really good AND they fill the bowl nicely.
What else have I been eating?
We brought in dinner from Mother Kelly’s one night. I had the hot-cold salad and garlic knots.
I made my new favorite easy recipe of vegan cacciatore again on Sunday. It’s so good, please try making it.
As for pizza, I don’t think I’ve had a slice since last week’s pizza in the city post. I’m due for my favorite whole wheat margarita pizza any day now and I’ll be in the city for a few days next week so I’m sure somewhere during that time, I will have pizza.
On this day every year since starting my blog, I share my thoughts from and about September 11, 2001, so that we never forget.
Twenty years. I can’t believe it’s now 20 years ago. It still feels like yesterday to me but it’s been 20 YEARS.
In last year’s post, I wrote about how I felt that the foreign terrorists were laughing at the terrible behavior within our country from those rioting and looting, with movements to defund the police. And now this year, terrorists are visibly laughing (have you seen them on the news laughing?) at what has taken place over the last month in Afghanistan. As the Taliban takes back control of that country, Â I hope and pray that terrorists are limited to just laughing, not capable of planning and carrying out attacks on innocent people and our freedom ever again.
I cannot even believe it’s September 11 again. 20 years later and I still don’t forget where I was and how the tragic events of that day have changed our lives forever.
I see the below monument outside of Walt Whitman Mall on a weekly basis. Close to 500 people from my area alone, died on September 11, 2001.
Even as I write this post year after year, I seriously still cannot comprehend such a concept.
I often think about September 10, 2001, before it all happened. When life was innocent.
When I went to Roosevelt Field mall to find my mother a birthday gift during my lunch break. Her birthday was the next day, September 11. Happy Birthday mom!
When you didn’t really look around you in the mall, worrying about where the emergency exits were or if the person over there was suspicious.
When you didn’t think about terrorists as you walked around the city or needing to take your shoes off in the airport, or even consider that maybe your peanut butter would somehow count as a liquid on an airplane.
It was the year of my engagement, two months before my wedding day, and just a few weeks before my bridal shower.
I remember driving to work the morning of September 11, 2001, in the gorgeous morning sunshine. What’s so interesting about my recollection of the weather is that EVERYONE still speaks about the weather that day. I vividly remember taking note of the weather – I was stopped at a light on Stewart Avenue in Garden City and I looked up at the sky through my open sun roof around 8:20 AM and thought to myself – it’s unusually beautiful today.
My office was about 30 minutes outside of Manhattan.
I remember being at my desk before 9:00 am. I am always early.
I’ll never forget my coworker walking in, asking if anyone else had heard about a plane crashing into the World Trade Center.
My coworkers and I gathered around, listening to a radio, and watching news coverage on one small television.
We were sent home for the day by 10:00 AM. I remember driving home with my sunroof closed, truly afraid something would fall out of the sky. As if my sunroof being closed would save me.
I remember eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with an apple for lunch as I watched the horrific news coverage on the television. I still lived at home, home as in with my parents.
I sat there frozen on the floor of the den, in disbelief, watching the news coverage while talking to my best friend Heather on the phone since she was also sent home for the day from work down in Florida. Her uncle worked in the Pentagon but he was okay.
I remember trying to reach friends and family in the city but the local phone lines weren’t working well and calls weren’t going through.
To put things in perspective, I had a Startac cell phone without caller ID. There was nothing smart about my phone other than offering me call-waiting.
My cousin, Amy, ended up at our house for the night because she was stranded on Long Island. The bridges and tunnels were all shut down which meant she could not get home to the city. She was working (or was it interning?) on Long Island at that time.
I remember going with Amy to get my mother a birthday cake that night from TCBY, the only store open in the area. The town was basically deserted. All of the stores were closed and no one was on the road. We also baked cookies to pass the time.
I barely slept at night for weeks because of the news coverage on the television all night long of people looking for their missing loved ones. I wanted to turn it off but I couldn’t turn it off.
I remember being afraid to leave the house in the dark, especially in the morning before work when I would normally go to the gym.
I chose the treadmill in the basement at home most mornings during this time, where I felt safe.
I remember hearing about friends of mine who lost their parents, relatives, and close friends at the World Trade Center as well as learning about those close to me who escaped and survived.
I will never forget how afraid I was to go to my aunt’s apartment in the city to celebrate Rosh Hashanah, only a week later. I was afraid to go over the Triboro bridge and afraid to get out of the car when we parked on Lexington Avenue.
I remember the scent of lower Manhattan on November 1, when I had no choice but to be downtown for a meeting. The burning smell was still so strong — it was a reminder of what we were living through.
I recall the one year anniversary of September 11. It was terribly upsetting.
One of my co-workers brought munchkins to the office (not to celebrate but more as an emotional eating session) which we ate as we sat for a while, with a lot of us crying.
As the years keep passing, I don’t forget.
On September 11, 2003, I was nine months pregnant. I watched the 9/11 news coverage all morning before meeting my realtor to pick up the keys to our new house.
On September 11, 2006, I watched the news coverage as I tried to get my son ready for his first day of preschool. A total disaster of a day – he cried the entire four hours of school and I cried listening to him cry as I sat in the preschool office unable to leave the building.
Nine years ago today I left a part-time job in event planning to go off on my own to explore a new direction in health, fitness, and freelance writing (which ultimately brought me back to the event industry). It really couldn’t have been a happier time and major turning point in my life yet at the same time, I didn’t forget and will never forget.
Over the last few years, I do spend more time downtown in lower Manhattan than I have in my whole life. It’s a very weird experience and feeling for me literally every time.
I can’t help but think about September 11 each and every time I’m downtown. I have flashes of what I remember from that day as well as replay the news clips that I have seen (which I’ve seen over and over because I drown myself in the coverage to learn everything I can from survivor stories) of what took place on the very streets I’m walking. It’s eery to walk those same streets.
I have a level of guilt for being this freaked out when I’m downtown because I wasn’t physically in that area of Manhattan on that tragic day twenty years ago. It wasn’t me who had to escape and it wasn’t my immediate family. But I was born in the city and raised in New York, and have lived here my entire life. I am an American. And I’m human – how can you not be seriously affected by what happened to others? To New York? To the Pentagon? To our country?
The Freedom Tower freaks me out, even though we should be proud to see the recovery brought to life. I walk around the entire area, see the 9-11 Memorial and Museum, and go to the Westfield mall often but I won’t go inside the tower. I can’t do it.
Incredibly, I do have a close inside glimpse into how fighting terrorism LITERALLY takes over the lives of the select people in our country who spend 24/7 seeking intelligence to hunt down the terrorists who look to attack again. My relationship has been long-distance for the last year because of it and saying I support him 200% for being the person he is such an understatement. He is capable of situations most can’t even imagine, including myself, although I try to grasp it. It’s surreal to me at times, scary a bit too, yet I’m just so proud.
We are lucky to have people serving in our country who are brave enough to risk their lives (and dedicate their entire being) to fighting for our safety and freedom to protect us — because that’s truly what it takes, even all these years later, to continue to prevent such tragedies from happening again.
I’m now in the routine of rotating either a salad from Chopt or a salad bowl from Cava.
Cava is so close to my house that it’s hard to not stop in for a salad bowl, which I usually get for dinner.
Here’s how I feel about Cava now that I’ve had it a few times: It’s definitely good and because it’s so local, I will continue to eat it a few times a week. However, it’s not THE BEST Mediterranean food around so I wouldn’t go out of my way to drive specifically to a Cava location. It’s just that it’s very local, quick, easy, and good enough. There are so many toppings and they fill the bowl nicely.
I’m still over here with my favorite whole wheat margarita pizza too. I could easily eat a slice of pizza with a salad for dinner every night and never get tired of it.
My favorite go-to lunch at home remains mashed chickpeas and avocado on Ezekiel toast. It never looks too pretty but it’s just so delicious and easy to make. Not to mention, nice and healthy. 🙂
I was in the city for work yesterday and I thought ahead to remember to take a picture of our lunch.
Yeah well, that thought went out the window. Once I’m working, I really forget about other things. I remembered to take a picture AFTER lunch.
After lunch, we took a quick walk and stopped at The Juice Shop for a juice. Now, I much prefer Juice Press (especially for their wide variety of plant-based foods) but this Big Bang juice did serve its afternoon purpose.
It’s so funny to me how I’ve really gotten away from coffee in the afternoon. In fact, I really only have two cups of coffee in the morning – one regular and one decaf. I prefer decaf teas the rest of the day and/or cold-pressed juice.
I’m still making my own passion iced tea every day at home — it really became my drink of the summer. Have you tried making it yet? I shared more about it in this post.
It was so nice to have my favorite baked oatmeal once again!
After trying to take out breakfast last year during the pandemic and not being successful, this year was extra special. I’m so overly appreciative of the ability to dine out in restaurants now. What used to be a give-in, we have now learned not to take for granted.
In workout news, last week was a nice mix of walking, running, and Melissa Wood Health workouts. I’m hoping to run at least three days this week!
Monday – 3 Mile Walk
Tuesday – 22 Min Booty, Back, Legs/45 Min Walk
Wednesday – 30 Min Cardio Warm-Up + Full Body Flow/45 Min Walk
Thursday – 5 Mile Run
Friday – 5 Mile Run
Saturday – 22 Min Power Yoga/25 Min Full Body Flow
We made it through the winter! I’m happy to report that getting through the winter without a treadmill was super easy. I don’t even know if I will go back to using the treadmill if/when restrictions are lifted at the gym in my community. I’m kinda fine not running if I can’t run outdoors for weather reasons. In fact, I think that having the treadmill would cause me to have to make choices on bad weather days and I like not having running as a choice sometimes.
I ran three days last week and filled in the rest of my workout time with Melissa Wood Health workouts. And walking, don’t forget walking. Why do people consider walking a rest day? I don’t get it. I mean, it’s less impact than running but to me, it’s still “movement” and “exercise” even if it’s not too strenuous.
Monday – 22 Min Power Yoga/22 Min Power Pilates
It was back to cold temperatures outside this morning (low 20’s) so I was not going outside. I was tired from both the time change and being at the Islanders game last night – this yoga/pilates workout combination really woke me up in the best way.
Tuesday – 30 Minute Run/15 Min Standing Arms + Abs Series (using bodyweight)
I really like 30-minute runs, especially during the week. I ran three miles progression style and then cooled down to reach 30 minutes total.
Wednesday – 21 Min Full Body Power Flow/35 Min Walk
Thursday – 30 Min Run/16 Min Lower BodyÂ
Another 30-minute run morning followed by a lower-body workout from Melissa Wood Health.
Friday – 5 Min Dancing Sock Series + 30 Min Full Body Flow + 30 Min Walk
This dancing in socks workout was so fun and definitely got my heart rate up! It was a fun little warm-up.
Saturday – 6 Miles
I planned on running five miles but my friend called me right as I was lacing up my shoes so I talked to her for the first four miles of the run. Since I ran at such an easy, conversational pace for the first four miles, I decided to tack on an extra mile so that I ran about two miles a little faster once I was off the phone.
Sunday – 40 Min Yoga + Pilates Flow/Walk
I’m not sure how long my morning walk, maybe 45 minutes? I also went for a walk while at my parents’ house later in the day in which included passing by my old high school.
Back in high school, I had a doctor’s note to excuse me from running the dreaded, required mile in gym class.  I’ve told this story before but the one time my note wasn’t in on time, my gym teacher made me run that mile…and I fainted and threw up after I finished.
She never made me run again after that experience but hey, look at me now! I think my gym teacher (if she’s still alive) would be really proud of me. 🙂
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