Homeward Bound

Usually on a Saturday morning, there is NO reason for me to wake up at 6am – aka: death hour. Even while training, my morning runs usually happened around 9am.

Well, I’m up at death hour today for a reason. Can you guess? It involves…


and finally…


Have a wonderful weekend!


Link Love

Happy Thursday everyone – only one more day to go!!

I don’t know about you, but it seems to me that everyday there’s some new viral video or something funny on the internets. I just can’t seem to keep up!

Something that I noticed a couple other bloggers mention is the tumblr site #whatweshouldcallme. Have you guys seen this!? So funny!! My favorite that made me laugh this week was this one:

“Getting out of bed on a Monday”

and…“When you realize your friends are taking a group photo without you.”

I do this a lot….

and here…more subtle this time.

…and here…..



Bernie also sends me/shows me hilarious gifs all the time. This one is my favorite.

I like to imagine that this is how the T and bus drivers feel in Boston.

Now for a more serious one – to all of you running the Boston Marathon!!

I found a link to a really awesome article all about each mile of the Boston Marathon and what to expect during each one. I thought it was pretty accurate. I can only speak for miles 21-26.2 because I live within those miles, but either way, it’s worth a read. Check it out here!


Any other fun internet things you read/see/enjoy? Any Tumblr users out there? Have you seen #whatweshouldcallme?

Back to Normal

Please tell me I’m not the only one feeling this way?

Boston has been beyond beautiful this week. Today it’s supposed to hit a high of 80 degrees. 80 degrees in MARCH?!

Yesterday a few coworkers and I took advantage and ventured out of the stuffy office for some lunch al fresco. Best decision ever. My manager also held one of our weekly meetings outside. 9:30 am and already warm enough to have a meeting outside. Also, best decision ever.

Warm days also mean  cold breakfasts. Overnight oats in a jar tupperware are back.

Things have been pretty low key over in Sarah-land ever since the marathon this past weekend. I did my first real workout last night – my normal Wednesday night spin class. My spin instructor was not there since she had her baby! Apparently, she emailed everyone at the gym on Thursday morning saying, “Yeah, I’m not feeling too great today. I probably won’t be teaching tonight.” And then the next day, she had a daughter. I sure hope I’m like that; working out until the bitter end. She gave birth a week early, too. It must have been all that spin!

I think Friday might be my entrance back into running. I have a 5k in about 3 weeks, so I can’t stop completely. I plan on keeping my running schedule the same, running 3 days a week, but just at a decreased intensity in terms of distance. I plan on incorporating some speed work over the next few weeks to get my legs moving for the 5k. Otherwise, it’s smooth sailing for the next few months until half-marathon #2 training begins in August. I’m excited.

On tap for this weekend:

  • Dinner at Bernie’s parents’ tonight. 🙂
  • Painting! Bernie and I are going to finally finish painting his condo. It’s been such a process, but it will finally be done!
  • Boston Restaurant Week date night on Friday at Mooo. Steak=happy boyfriend.
  • Sleep. I haven’t slept past 8am on a weekend morning in a long time. It’s going to be glorious.


Readers: Has the weather been unseasonable where you live this March? How have you been enjoying it? What do you have on tap for this weekend – I want to know!

Cutting Myself Some Slack

I loved hearing all about the things you’re most thankful for/are loving yesterday. Sounds like a few of you also are in love with French bulldogs. Who could say no to this face?!

Let’s talk about the big elephant in the room for a second.

Cue the panic!

Last night, I went for an easy 4 mile run outside. The weather here has been beyond gorgeous. I ran in shorts and a tank top and was SWEATING after 4 miles. It also was a pretty tough 4 miles.

Notttttttttt exactly the splits that I like seeing. My hips were EXTREMELY tight. I think I overdid it on Monday at the gym with the squats and the hip strengthening moves. I need to remind myself that I should be taking it easier this week, since it is taper week. Steph and I went for our final long run on Sunday – a pretty nice 8.5 miles.

(my garmin took half a mile to finish loading the satellite signal…weird. Just add .6 miles to this.)

This whole positive split thing seems to be a theme. I’m not too worried – I need to remind myself that with New Bedford being my first half marathon, and the first time ever running 13.1 miles, I need to cut myself a little slack. I’d love to finish the race in under 2 hours, but if that doesn’t happen, I can’t beat myself up over it. Just training for this race has been a challenge – if I want to come out of it injury free (minus some soreness) I need to just chill out on the self-induced pressure. I’m a perfectionist, I always have been. There is no such thing as half-assing anything with me. This is a blessing, but also a curse. Over the next 4 days, I plan to focus on the fun aspect of the race and how crazy and cool it is that I committed myself to training for something for 15 weeks straight. That’s an accomplishment even in itself! Who cares if I run a sub 2-hour half marathon! I certainly do, but I really shouldn’t. That’s my goal for the next few days.


Readers: Are you also a perfectionist like me? How do you relax before a big race? Any tips for how to let go of the self-induced pressure and just have fun? Any half-marathoners out there with tips for Sunday?!

It’s Official

It’s official – the “I’m not feeling too great this week/nausea/exhaustion/stuffy head/itchy throat” thing has turned into a full blown cold.

Yes it will...right?

Boston was beautiful yesterday – 68 degrees and sunny! I HAD to take advantage and decided to do my 5 miles outside after work. I don’t know if it was just my “sickness” or the fact that the reservoir area near my house resembled the ocean the waves were so high, I didn’t have my best run. I couldn’t finish. Well…I don’t know if I couldn’t finish, I just didn’t want to. I gave up. For the first run all training, I gave up at 4.3 miles, .7 miles short of what I had planned. The wind was brutal and I just wasn’t into it. Maybe I should have listened to Bernie and rested. But 68 degrees in Boston in early March=I’m running. Sorry.

After 5 minutes of beating myself up over it, I moved on. I didn’t feel good and needed to rest. I spent the rest of the night laying down on the couch watching the food network and nursing a bottle of orange juice. Party!

This weekend, I plan on taking it easy. I’m resting tonight, going to drink lots of fluids, and sleep! Tomorrow all my friends are going on a bar crawl all over Boston that we did last year. I’m sad I’m not participating, but I know that I’ll run better next weekend for it.

I wanna play!

Sunday is my final long run before the race. Since I’ve gone completely off schedule for all long runs for the last couple weeks, my roommate Steph and I plan on doing a taper long run on Sunday of 8 miles. I hope that this cold stays all above the neck so that I can run. Then taper week!

Happy Friday!


Have you ever quit during a run? How do you deal with being sick? (I’m the worst sick person ever – I always wish my mom would appear with soup and a blanket.)

10 Wonderful Years

Yesterday, my dad sent me a picture message that took me by surprise.

Dad — “It’s Chloe’s 10th bday!”

Chloe is our family’s Cocker Spaniel. We got Chloe after years and years of my sister and I BEGGING for a dog. My parents, and my mom especially, were totally against getting a dog. Finally, they caved and Chloe became a part of the family. After a few months, Chloe had a little altercation with our cat, Shadow.

Yes Shadow, it was your fault. But it's okay - I still love you.

Puppy Chloe got a little too close to Shadow one day, and the normally quiet and lazy cat batted at her, catching her eye with one of his claws. I was not there for the incident, but it sounded like it was a non-incident that turned into an incident. Shadow was not being aggressive or mean, he just batted her out of the way, and one little claw got into Chloe’s big puppy eyes. After a trip to the emergency vet clinic in Springfield, MA which specialized in eye issues, Chloe had to undergo surgery to have her eye removed. She took it all in stride. She grew up to be a fun-loving dog who loved to play catch. She could even catch a tennis ball mid-air, one eye and all.

Chloe has been there through every up and down in our family. She’s now living the life – daily walks, days spent laying around the house with her buddy Kerry, and lots of loving. In her old age, she’s lost sight in her remaining eye and has developed some arthritis. She still gets around good, but it is sad sometimes to see her grow older. I miss my puppy!

Happy 10th birthday Chloe – my family’s first puppy-love.

Readers: Tell me about your favorite family pet!

Thankful Friday

First of all, HAPPY FRIDAY!

Second of all, when did this shit happen!?

I’m complete shock. Where did the last 10 weeks of my training go? I can’t wait to run the New Bedford Half Marathon with my roommate in a little over two weeks! She and I have been working so hard to get ready and we’re (finally!) running our first training run together this Sunday. 11 miles doesn’t seem so bad when you’re running them with someone else!

Third of all, I want to address something that has been in the local Boston news recently. I live very close to Boston College and recently a B.C. student has gone missing. His name is Franco Garcia and he’s been missing since last Wednesday. As I went on my long run last week, I saw poster upon poster plastered to EVERY SINGLE light post around B.C. I saw his family set up in front of the bar he was last seen at, handing out posters about his disappearance. They’ve recently begun diving in the reservoir near B.C. and searching the surrounding woods. It really hits you when something so sad happens in an area that you live in and love. I run around the reservoir path weekly. I find the area where I live to be very safe, but it goes to show that anything can happen anywhere. I hope that they find Franco Garcia alive and well. This incident reminds me to be vigilant. Who knows what happened to Franco, but something that those of us who live in the city should be aware of is our surroundings; especially when walking alone at night. I have to remind myself to be careful. You never know what could happen.

So today, I’m making sure to be thankful for my safety, and hope that they find Franco. I hope you stop and think about your safety this weekend while you go out and enjoy yourselves. Be safe and happy weekend 🙂