40 minutes on the West Side Highway – My true north

MY SONG OF THE DAY :) :) :)

The WSH is always going to be my true “running home”… I ran there for ten years and through so many changes in life… It will hold this place in my heart that no other place ever will.

now, when I experience the occasional WSH run, I tell stories to the road about everything that’s going on in my life since we last saw each other and of course I always promise to be back soon and to hopefully retire in NYC one day and run there through my time on earth.  I’ve never felt a connection to a road the way I do to this one.

I felt pretty sick today.. I ran for 40 minutes – this seems to be the magic number.  I felt better when I got back and drank half a ginger smoothie… Ughhhh… nausea is back… please go away soon….

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I’m a new me every single day – Especially today!

I woke up feeling really good today.  Of course I’m at the Dream Hotel and we left Zoey with my parents for the weekend so…………….. :) today will be a non sick day for me I can tell.  No running, no vitamins, no responsibility except for sitting by the pool and having petit dejeuner… hmmmmmmmmm………………. :) :)

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I don’t know how many miles my dumb ass is about to run

This SUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This does NOT suck less because it’s the second time around.

This sucks just as much and seriously it actually feels worse because I remember how bad it was and I’m going through this whole nightmare AGAIN.

This is bullshit.  I feel like crap and I’m about to drag myself outside like a giant moron so that I can run and want to puke and feel a TINY bit better.
OOOOOOOOOO… YAY!
I’m buying myself a new shirt today and I don’t care if I look like I have a giant GUT in it.
I hate the sunshine, I hate life, I hate coffee, I hate food, I hate wine, I HATE PEOPLE WHO DON’T FEEL SICK!!!!!!!!!!
God dammit.
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6 miles in Prospect Park – BELCH…. I want to move to LA

I want to move to CA. I want to live in beautiful weather and never take a subway Again.  I want to own a Production company and write amazing stories and songs for the rest of my life.  I want to get back into music – I miss it and need it in my life.  I want to start a branding company with Adam. I want another kid. I want all these things and it doesn’t matter if they have t happened yet.  I’m going to make them happen.

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6 miles in Prospect Park… in my sleep….

I’m so tired – I feel like I’m running in my sleep.  There is this part of me that is hanging on somehow but I keep questioning why I’m doing this.  every time I walk out the door.  Today Zoey didn’t want me to leave. She reached up to me and she said “hold me tight” and it was the best moment.  She gives the best hugs.  They always smell like shampoo and peanut butter…

I ran 6 miles in prospect park… Huffing and puffing… It feels like i am smoking a pack a day…

Get me through these next few months.  Please!!! I can’t wait till I feel better… In terrified of everyone’s reaction but I know I’m going to kick ass during this pregnancy.  I’m going to start a production company and a branding company and they will both be amazing.  Nothing is holding me back this time.

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6 miles in Prospect Park… my feet are dragging through this stupid sunny fucking day

I can’t believe this shit.

Imagine taking 6 pain killers and then heading out for a run.  THAT is what today felt like.  I seriously wanted to die.

I’m sitting on the couch after a shower and then a bath with Zoey that involved a lot of fake swimming and Dora the Explorer drowning (and Minni Mouse saving her)… I have ZERO energy.  Not even enough energy to reach for a glass of water…

I’m not feeling so sick in the morning but as soon as I get out there I feel like I’m running through quick sand… and my lungs feel like they can tolerate HALF of what they were able to tolerate about a month ago…

Is this really what happened last time? Why am i DOING THIS??

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OMFG… WHY??? WHY???? 6 Miles of wheezing in Prospect Park

Seriously.  What the fuck is wrong with me?

I was huffing and puffing about 1 minute into my run today and it only got worse.

Let me describe this to you: RAIN.  40 degrees.  uphill.  a feeling in my stomach, legs and head that I can only associate with….VOMIT??? Death??? It was kind of like… getting run over by a car and then shooting right up and starting to run a marathon.

I’m a crazy person.  We all knew this.  Now we have REAL proof.

 

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55 fucking degrees. 55 fucking minute run. Here comes round 2…

I’m fucking freezing and I ran in Prospect Park today – 55 minutes – not sure how far…

Am I really doing this again? I go from being so happy to TERRIFIED.  Overall I have this feeling though… I’m welcoming the challenge.

Happy to have a purpose in my runs.  They have become so mundane lately – this is different.

It’s sunny out.  My breathing is heavy.  My sneakers are never tied too tight – its like slipping on slippers.  Ive been doing this for years – way before “Born To Run” and before people started wearing sneakers that look like gloves.

I can still pass everyone  because I’m faster!  But that’s going to change (a little) very soon.

I remember passing some dudes in central park when I was 7/8 months and them being like “oh man… This is embarrassing”

I love this challenge.

I remember this :)

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“My invisible voice” ran 6.5 miles on Roosevelt Island this morning

Just because I haven’t written anything in a long time doesn’t mean I haven’t been running.

It also doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking.

…And of course chasing my own “thinking tail” and running in circles in my own head… Even though I’m really running a straight line in real life.  And it feels … sometimes… like it’s leading straight into the depths of nowhere. (in the case of this morning – Roosevelt Island. – which is kind of worse than nowhere if you really think about it)

I curse the fact that I need to be inspired and challanged.  I hate that i feel I MUST lead an incredible life.  It’s so exhausting… It leaves no room to enjoy the good weather.

Yesterday it rained and I didn’t mind.

Today: Hope feels like a lot of work.

Sometimes I think that the need to feel extraordinary is actually crushing me.  Sometimes I think the coffee I’m drinking is not as  strong as it could be.

There is one thing that’s great about being me.  It’s that when I finally do feel good (or accomplished or inspired) I feel elated and I know I’m in a place that most people never get to be.

I spent most of the winter running on a treadmill.  Last week I started running outside again.  My thoughts have felt invisible for a while but now at least they feel like they are floating up into the sky where they can breath.

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