Skip to main content

a day to remember

this past weekend the world lost a true gem. my dads aunt, my (im not sure technically, but i called her my aunt too) passed away.

i was in BK, on the couch, watching the NCAA semi finals ('cuse vs. michigan) when i got the email from aunt cori letting us all know "she has passed away". while i was having the time of my life hanging out with some of my best friends, for a minute i froze. "omg" was my first thought. not very deep/scholarly/mind blowing i realize, but i really lost all thought for a moment. on the one hand, i view death of those that are really sick as a blessing. the other side of that is that they are now gone...forever.

death is something that has the ability to give us amazing perspective. i looked around alis apt at the moment i got that email and was so thankful that i surround myself with the people that i do. im a lucky girl.

rip aunt jean. i know dad and mac are up there showing you the ropes. ill do  my best to keep  your memory alive as i live my life. you were truly special :)



Popular posts from this blog

march madness

i have come to find the madness of life happens far beyond march. that said, when we really think about it, lifes madness is a gift, right? i mean that in a "take the good with the bad" kind of way, not so much that i love the madness.

i live in madness. all the time. i love so many things about NYC - but sometimes, those same things are the things that sending me screaming into my pillow or heading out of town at a moments notice.

take this past weekend. i had had enough of NYC - sleepless nights, work stress and a nagging running injury. it was one of my best childhood friends birthdays, so i hopped on a train for a 3.5 hour ride to newport for an incredible night filled with endless prosecco and bread, birthday cake and wonderful memories and laughs, i returned to NYC 24 hours later (after a 5 hour wi-fi less ride) a better person. sure, the ride back was brutal - but the sore abs and messy hair reminded me that it was exactly what life is about.

madness, baby. may it las…

break a sweat - even when youd rather do ANYTHING but.

there is only one way to begin the difficult journey of the holiday sugar detox: break a sweat. 

miraculously i didnt miss a day over the holidays to break a sweat -- but that really just means i got up extra early or ran when people were napping (i.e. full and feeling gross) so not all of my holiday miles or squats were pretty. or felt particular good.

BUT, i laced up and got out there -- or followed along to a dailyburn workout. i kept telling myself i could slow down or take it easier, but shit, im doing a workout.

so basically, what they say is true. no matter how slow you go, youre still lapping everyone on the couch. go get in a good sweat, then reward yourself with some couch time :)