Ten Years Ago

While some people don’t like Facebook, I love that it helps me stay in touch with people near and far from many different parts of my life. Today my timeline was filled with news of University of Georgia Bid Day. A long standing tradition in Athens, Georgia and on college campuses across the country, Bid Day is the day when young girls find out what sorority they matched with after the formal recruitment time period.

I went into college pretty lost. My high school years, while formidable from an education stand point, were very tough socially. After my sophomore year of high school I switched from public school to private school, entering into a world where my graduating class would only consist of about 80 students, many of whom were “lifers” or had attended the school from Pre-K through 12th grade. Needless to say, this wasn’t an easy change. I consoled myself during these tough years with family size packs of Twizzlers during late night study sessions and immersed myself in academics. I found enjoyment in rowing but even exhausting two hour workouts after school couldn’t make up for all the candy I was consuming in the evening during late night study sessions or the fast food stops after practice.

By the time I moved up to Athens, Georgia for college I was over 185 pounds and was very self conscious. I couldn’t run a mile. I thought that Special K was the best way to lose weight. I’d been on a constant “diet” for years even though depriving myself during the day only led to late night eating behind closed doors. Always one to play by the rules and be scared of consequences, there were so many things I didn’t experience during high school. I was ready for a change.

When I moved into Russell Hall in August of 2002, I didn’t know much about myself or what I wanted out of college. But, I knew one thing. I was thrilled to start a clean slate in college and take advantage of every single opportunity possible. Though I was still overweight, had a horribly awkward wardrobe, and a haircut that didn’t include a single layer, I was excited.

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The above picture is from my Bid Day at Delta Gamma freshman year of college. The women in this picture and the rest of our pledge class meant more to me that year than they’ll ever know. The year I pledged Delta Gamma ended up being the turning point in the sorority’s rebuilding on campus. Over the next 10 years the chapter has gone from being one of the smaller sororities, known for attracting “nice girls” to being one of the largest on campus and winning multiple accolades each year! Regardless of the chapter’s size, through the doors of 290 Milledge Avenue I found the support I would need to step out of my shell. They balanced me and helped me take life a little less seriously. Always old for my age, sometimes I think making a C and a B my freshman fall semester of college was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. It helped me realize that the extra curricular experiences in life are just as important as the things you’ll learn in a classroom or work place.

Thanks to the love and support I found over the next four years in Delta Gamma I found the courage to do things in college I never thought possible.

  • Participate in a summer long field study program which took us from Sapelo Island, Georgia across more than 20 states across the United States through the Interdisciplinary Field Program.
  • Taking a leadership position within my sorority, beginning in my sophomore year.
  • Learn what game day in Athens, Georgia means regardless of your age: Jack and Coke, tailgating, calling the Dawgs, traveling to SEC championship games the weekend before finals, and staying until the very last play of the game even when we’re winning by over 40 points!
  • Learn how to balance my emotions  and strong personality while living under a roof with 40 other women, including 2-3 roommates of my own.
  • Train for my first road race after bring inspired by my sorority sisters who ran the Labor Day race each year.

There are so many memories under that roof that I could never find a way to put into a post. I still can’t believe that I pledged Delta Gamma 10 years ago today but I couldn’t be prouder to be part of such a strong sisterhood. While sorority life may not be for everyone, it certainly was for me.

Where were you 10 years ago?

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The Perfect Recipes for Your Mexican Dinner Party

The weekend has definitely improved since yesterday’s long run.

I spent yesterday cleaning the apartment, relaxing some on the couch, putting my muscles through a much needed deep tissue massage, finally taking allergy medicine, and hosting a dinner party for our friends with Bo and Meg!

Oh yes, in case I forgot to mention it on the blog, Bo’s sister Meg is living with us for the next month. While it took some adjusting during the first 24 hours to figure out where things go and such, I’m sure it will be a lot of fun! She was the chopping guru yesterday, helping in the kitchen, and this afternoon she was a yoga sidekick!

The dinner party was a huge success and while I failed royally at taking pictures, I want to share the items we chose for the party. It was a perfect mix of flavor without a lot of work. Though the chopping and prep work took quite a while, the rest of the process was easier than normal.

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I pinned the recipes on my Pintrest board yesterday which made it really easy to reference them when we were grocery shopping and cooking.

It was such a fun night complete with some dancing and funfetti birthday cupcakes! I think the bottom picture was during their rap off of Welcome to Atlanta. So fun!

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This morning we slept in and spent the morning organizing, enjoying delicious omelets made from last night’s leftover shrimp and peppers, and watching Friends season 4.

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Around 2, the three of us decided to head out for an easy 3 mile run along the East River. It was definitely hot out and super sunny but it was just wonderful being out there enjoying the views, company, some good music, and running pain free. Yesterday’s massage definitely helped as my lower back and hamstring muscles were way too tight. He thinks that running primarily outside this year versus indoor last year could be one of the contributing factors. In addition, he recommended more yoga which seems to be a common theme I’ve heard from everyone and anyone these days.

Inspired by his suggestion, Meg and I enjoyed an evening vinyasa yoga class at the Meatpacking Equinox (17th and 10th) tonight with Kristin McGee who was substituting for the regular instructor. As normal, she was wonderful. The class was a perfect mix of inspiring, challenging, featured a wonderful playlist including Dave Matthews and Simon & Garfunkel. and the views of the Highline didn’t hurt. I wish she taught more classes at Equinox!! In case you’re not able to enjoy your own dose of Kristin, here is a great yoga for runner video she posted on her blog a few weeks ago.

Question: What is your favorite Mexican recipe?

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Not Every Run Goes As Planned

Last night after reading and napping most of the afternoon, Bo and I spent the evening watching one of our favorite yet often forgotten movies and enjoying thin crust pizza.

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I went to bed still sniffling, coughing and fighting off tears from itchy eyes. Seven hours later I felt the same, frustrated that the medicine and a good night’s rest didn’t leave me feeling better. I texted Leticia letting her know that I was still game for a run and figured that I’d give it everything I had.

I put on a lightweight wicking outfit which I knew wouldn’t chafe or get so heavy that it drooped, like some of my summer running tanks. I packed my breakfast so I could eat it on the way to the subway station and even remembered to put a wrist band under my Garmin to protect it from sweat.

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At 7am I met Leticia at 77th Street where we planned to start our run so we could enjoy the full Summer Streets route. This was actually our first time running together since she’s been sidelined due to injury the past few months. The great thing is that on a good day, we’re about the same pace. There is no awkwardness, wondering who is holding who back, and the conversation always flows easily between us. While I don’t think it’s necessarily a good thing to do every long run with someone, I am sure that we’ll make great training partners as the weeks progress.

It was already sticky and quite humid when we started but we focused on the conversation and pop-up events along Park Avenue instead of wining about the heat and humidity, which will only make us stronger and faster come Fall.

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As soon as we hit about the one mile point I knew this wasn’t going to be a great run. My cold/allergies were making it hard to breathe regularly and my nose was running constantly. While my legs felt okay, the rest of my body wasn’t happy. I just felt drained; which is a clear sign that my body is using the rest of its energy to fight off illness or repair. Instead of being stupid and pushing myself too hard or holding Leticia back too much, I parted ways with her around mile 5, just short of the Brooklyn Bridge. I took a few minutes to take some water, talk with a very nice police officer who was amazed at the number of runners, and enjoy some deep breaths. I popped my headphones in and focused on Bossypants, Tina Fey’s hilarious autobiography, and zoned out for the next 32 minutes. I jogged down to the turnaround point and then back home, rounding out the run for just about 7 miles of actual running time.

When I finished, I was on the verge of tears. During the run I had the pleasure of seeing a number of my friends including Jess, Abby, Rebecca, and Meghan. They each looked happy and at ease. Seeing them and thinking about all I have going on in the next few months, made me seriously question the marathon. Is this the right year to be running my 3rd marathon? Am I going to put too much pressure on myself along with the other stressors I can’t control right now?

I went into this week, really hoping for a strong long run. In the back of my mind I have a fear about this year as I start the travel season again. This week’s cold is definitely a setback both physically and emotionally. I know there are still exactly 12 weeks until the marathon which makes me feel better and worse at the same time. Instead of making any rash decisions or letting my emotions overtake me, I’m going to listen to my motivating and ever optimistic Twitter followers and give myself until the end of the month. There are 3 more long runs between now and Labor Day, plenty of time to figure things out.

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So at the end of the day, it’s true. Not every run goes as planned and the tough runs make those great ones all that much better. I’m going to invest in a new pair of shoes since it’s clearly time, work out the knots in my legs and lower back with a deep tissue massage, and focus on next week versus letting the negative thoughts get me down.

You know what’s great after a bad run? A fun afternoon in the kitchen, prepping for our Mexican Fiesta dinner party tonight! IMG_3916IMG_3914IMG_3920IMG_3922IMG_3924

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