I spent most of Saturday horizontal on the couch nursing a cold. Sunday morning, amped on Mucinex, I took my bike (and Matthew) to Central Park to ride two loops of the park for the first time ever.  The maximum I’d ever conquered in the park before is one loop.

It’s a strange activity for someone who spent most of the weekend trying to take it easy. But I’m training for something. What? Yup! I haven’t mentioned it here because I’m a little intimidated by it.

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This past Saturday, I ran in my first race in nearly a year. (Technically I participated a Turkey Trot with my family last Thanksgiving, but I didn’t race it.)

Five friends signed up for the Hamptons Half Marathon and I registered for the accompanying 5K.  Two lovely ladies joined us for the weekend and came out to cheer, so our group made eight in East Hampton.

hamptons half

Cheerers on top, runners on the bottom. (I’m in both because I cheered on the half after the 5k), combined this group ran over 90 miles!

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To prepare for my 24-minute running adventure, I carb-loaded. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t necessary but I’m a born-again runner and I’m relearning the rules.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve started to run again. Like outside. On the ground. Not on a special space machine.  I’m pretty appreciative of this development.

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Last Saturday I rode my bike from my apartment on the West Side, through Central Park and then all the way down Park Avenue to the Brooklyn Bridge. And back.

How was I able to do that? Because I am a biking goddess! And because the NYC DOT closes Park Avenue to car traffic from 7am to 1pm the first three Saturdays in August in a festival called Summer Streets.

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It’s been nearly two months since my last post.

Cycling 22 miles to Coney Island was pretty much a mic drop as far as this blog and my fitness life are concerned so I’m okay with the dramatic hiatus.

I am certain that questions of my whereabouts crowded web forums in similar style to chatter about Tupac’s disappearance. That is unless you follow me on Instagram. From my millennial-esque oversharing, you know exactly where I was. (#ButWhereisTupacREALLY?)

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