Feels like...

Do you know the song "Feels Like Today" by Rascal Flatts? If not, go listen to it, then come back. Listen to the lyrics. I'm thinking about these ones in particular:

"You treat life like a picture

But it's not a moment frozen in time

It's not gonna wait 

'til you make up your mind, at all"

I was just thinking about how true that is. Is it just because we're still so young? Or will it always be this way? Will life always move this quickly? Just think about how much life has changed in the last 5 years...in my close group of friends alone, some of us have gotten married, some of us have moved all around the country (some a few times), some of us have taken jobs, changed jobs (also some a few times), we've had nieces and nephews be born, and some of us are even starting to think about kids (I am not in that group, I will sit on a couch and make eye contact with your baby but that's about as far as it goes).

We were all in such similar life situations when we were in college together. The details may have varied greatly, but the big picture items, the bolded items in our biographies, were about the same. Born within a couple of years of each other. Chose the same college. Chose the same sorority. Now we're scattered all over the place. 

I didn't appreciate it then. I loved it, don't get me wrong, but I feel that if I had known then what I know how - how hard it is to find another group of people like that, how rare the gift of living within a floor of almost all of your best friends at once is - maybe I wouldn't have slept until 10 everyday. There were some choices I definitely would have made differently...my priorities would have shifted. I look back now and I appreciate it more, and I wonder if there will be a time in my life where I look back at where I am now and feel the same way. And I wonder - if so, what should I be doing now to make the most of this time? 

Shouldn't we always feel this way? Always wonder how we can squeeze all the juice out of life? 

Am I the only one who gets tired thinking about that? Just food for thought...

I fixed it!

Kind of. It's actually still not correct, but hopefully only 5% of you will notice that, and of that 5% hopefully 0 will judge me.

Anyway, yay! :)

Also...

As you can tell, I tried to update the blog background to a Christmas theme, but totally messed it up. Anyone know how to get the top part to go away so that the whole background will be the Christmas theme??

Merry Christmas week

Hi all,
Sorry I haven't blogged in so long. I just haven't thought of anything in recent weeks that I felt like blogging about, and I didn't want to "blog for the sake of blogging."

So just wanted to stop by and say hello, and wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy New Year, Happy other-religious-holiday-I-didn't-know-you-celebrated.

Also, I'm pretty sure that spell check could suggest pretty much any spelling for the word Hanukkah and I'd be like "Yes. That is correct."

Just to make this post slightly more interesting, please enjoy this picture of our tree. The bottom 1/3 does not have any decorations on it anymore thanks to the destructive ways of Ronin the Beagle and Mugsy the Mutt. We discovered recently that Ronin has a particular affinity for chewing on electrical wire. Thankfully, the tree was not "on" when this discovery was made.

Eat, drink and be merry!
B

And then there was Pie.

In recent years, I've provided the pies for my family's Thanksgiving celebration. I started out only doing pumpkin, then I expanded my repertoire to include apple. My pumpkin pies have always been a source of pride for me - I get super decorative with them and basically act like I slaved all day to create this amazing example of pie-ness, when in reality the decorations I use are extremely easy to make. Evidence of pumpkin deliciousness below, including my creepy finger.

ooooh, ahhhh etc. 

I also make Oreo cookies that look like turkeys with two girls who I used to babysit when they were younger - but now we just enjoy hanging out together, so every year we get together on Thanksgiving and make the cookies for our individual celebrations. Unfortunately we aren't going to be able to get together this year, so I will be going about my Oreo turkey making solo (tear). If you want to make these for your own celebration they're quite easy - take an oreo cookie, cover the top in chocolate frosting, add a chocolate kiss at one edge of the circle, then fill the remaining space with candy corn. Finally, use frosting as glue to attach a red hot to the tip of the chocolate kiss to make the gobbler. Pretty cute. I personally think they taste disgusting so I never eat mine, but others appear to like them and they're just so darn cute. Don't they look festive??

Anyway, on to the point of this post. Before Thanksgiving every year, I have a trial period where I test my pie recipes to make sure that they're as good as they can be on the actual day. I intended to do trial runs of my apple and pumpkin pies this weekend. I got all the ingredients at the store and cleaned the kitchen in preparation. Then I realized that I had only kept 1 pie plate out of storage (I have many...don't judge). So I walked over to Rite Aid to get the disposable kind, only to find that they do not carry them. If you want a shake weight or a cake pan in the shape of a SNOWMAN'S FACE, Rite Aid is the place for you. Pie plates? No. 

Ab. Surd. 

So anyway, I could only make one pie. Sad times. I decided to do the apple since I've done the pumpkin so many times - and last year the apple pie crust fell apart and left me in the kitchen around 2 am having a panic attack and throwing dough in the trash only to start over again anew (wheeee!). I figured I could use as much practice as possible. 

I used this crust recipe and this pie recipe. If you ever intend to make a pie again - or for the first time, whatever the case may be - MAKE SURE you read that tutorial first. I have made so many pies and had so many frustrating experiences with the crust falling apart - but the method of rolling the dough out between parchment paper/wax paper SAVED MY LIFE yesterday. It seriously is life-changing. Plus, then you don't have to wash your rolling pin and try to get the residue from shortening/butter off of it, which let's be real never really is 100% clean again. So anyway - make your crust that way!! 

Here's the pie in its different life stages:

newborn

childhood - with caramel topping poured on but before baking

adulthood - out of the oven!

I recommend that you try the above recipes, they're very easy to follow and the apple pie that results is another one of those recipes that seems like way more effort went into it than actually did. Which is always awesome.

Oh, and now please enjoy a gratuitous cute beagle pic. He's super soft. Mugsy gets all the love on this blog, so wanted to throw some Ronin's way:

where's my pie?

I hope everyone has a happy Thanksgiving and gets to have all the different foods they want to eat! :)

I'll regret this later

I'm not sure how many of you have heard this story...and I'm sure I'm going to get mocked endlessly about this, but I just thought of it randomly and started laughing so I thought it would be worth sharing...because the humor that can be derived from this story is relatively more important than the amount of damage my ego will sustain by sharing it.

A while back (around March of 2010) I got a personal trainer. You guys have heard the beginning of this story and you're probably thinking "I remember this..." but I'm pretty sure you've never heard this next part.

So I got a personal trainer. He was roughly 5 years old, but he looked like Channing Tatum (and none of you ever met him, so you can't refute that statement). After a few weeks of sessions, he asked if I'd like to have lunch with him over the weekend. I agreed to it (what did I have to lose? answer: dignity), but we never ended up going to lunch. He made up a reason why, I believed it (see above re: loss of dignity), and he asked if he could make it up to me by cooking dinner for me at his apartment the next night.

In the course of our training sessions, he'd occasionally mention a roommate. So I was thinking to myself "Hmmm, chances he's trying to lure me to his apartment to murder me are significantly reduced by the fact that he has a roommate, so I'll go with it." (Shhhh, just let the story happen.) So I go to his apartment the next night, and lo and behold, it's a one bedroom apartment. When I asked about the mysterious, seemingly non-existent roommate, he told me that he'd moved to this new apartment within the last week. Add ten murder points.

So, with my chances of being murdered back at a higher level, I chose the chair right next to the door (subtract five murder points). Joe (the trainer) starts cooking dinner across the room in the kitchen. The door keeps making noises as if it's being opened (his accomplice, perhaps?), so he looks over his shoulder at me and asks me to throw the deadbolt on the door, at which point I was pretty sure my chances of being murdered were reaching 100%.

He's cooking chicken and cutting it up with this gigantic knife before he throws it in the pan, and as he's cooking he's telling me a story. For the sake of the story, at one point he walks over to me, knife in hand, and grabs one of my shoulders while gesturing with the knife in his other hand. At this point I legit thought about screaming and making a run for it...but clearly, he did not in fact murder me.

So I'm telling this story to my friend Heather the next day after she asks how it went and I tell her everything above, ending the story with "But luckily, he didn't murder me, and the chicken was pretty good."

Heather's response: "I'm unclear as to why you went alone to his apartment when you thought there was ANY chance, let alone a GOOD chance, that the night would end in your murder."

Things that make me awkward #324326

...when I'm sitting at my desk listening to music and I sneeze, but I can't hear if anyone says "Bless you" so in order to not be rude I just wait a few seconds then tentatively say "Thank you...?"

Pay it Forward

This afternoon I decided to leave the office and go to Chipotle to pick up lunch. To get out of the Chipotle parking lot, you basically have to risk your life and pull halfway into the road to see if there is oncoming traffic. Problem being, if there is, it is probably going to plow you down the road as soon as you can see it.

So I'm inching my car into traffic, trying to see if I can make it, and this kind pedestrian who is waiting to cross the street and can see around the parked cars that are obstructing my view holds his hand up to me to indicate that it isn't clear for me to pull out into traffic, and then once it is, waves me along.

I thought that was just the nicest thing. So just thought I'd share.


Oh, and then I ate a burrito the size of a baby and a bag of chips. Did you know that if you train for & run a marathon, it is NOT a guarantee that you will be marathon skinny for the rest of your life without working out ever?


So...remind me why I did that?

I'm dreaming...

Does the song "White Christmas" remind anyone else exclusively of the movie Home Alone?


Is anyone else already listening to Christmas music?








No?




Whatever. 

Spooky Scary!

As promised, Mugsy dressed up as a banana yesterday. There is photographic evidence.

Banana on the loose! I was cracking up pretty much the entire time I was walking him and he was dressed this way.

I think he was feeling insecure because not many other doggies in the park were wearing costumes. 

what did i do to you, lady?

Luckily, Ronin was on his side in his assless-chaps/glow in the dark skeleton costume. (Ronin spent the remainder of the night wriggling around and trying to bite the costume off of himself).

We all had a great time, but no one was handing out doggy treats when they walked around so we went home pretty quickly to prepare for the Baltimore trick or treaters, a ragtag group that wins the awards for worst trick or treating manners ever, as well as fewest actual costumes ever and most adults trick or treating!

This morning, we went to the vet to get their shots updated so that Ronin can join Mugsy at doggy daycare from now on. 

as you can tell, the dogs appear to be plotting their escape. Costumes + vet in 24 hours...they're pissed. 

Stuff and Things.

stuff: Chicken enchiladas - I made this recipe for dinner last night. And again, I didn't take pictures when it came out of the oven. Let's just pretend it looked like the picture. It actually didn't look that different (yay!) and it tasted great. 1 more in the Win column for me! I wanted to make a recipe that had more cheese & sour cream, but Jeremy was being reasonable (boring) and suggested that this "lighter" recipe might be a healthier idea (little does he know I doubled the cheese in the recipe).

I also doubled the chipotles in the recipe which made them quite spicy, but it was a good thing! That just meant that I had to put some sour cream on top of mine to cool them off a little bit, and really, when is sour cream a bad idea? Never.

So yes, this dish was quite easy + tasty, I recommend it! I also think that the amount of effort I put into this (I'd say a 3 on a scale of 1-10) was outweighed by the amount of tastiness I got out of it (I think a 7.5). And that's always a good thing.

and things: I read this blog (recommended to me by Molly Laufer originally) and if you don't read it, you should. Cely is the author and she is pretty and athletic and funny and smart. And she posted recently that she broke up with her long term boyfriend and that made me sad (like, strangely sad considering that I have never met her and we are not friends). So I commented on the post and said "this makes me really sad. if i were into girls i'd totally date you." then I went about my creepy way on my creepy day. And lo and behold - Cely responded to me! She wrote me an email and said "Thank you? haha" I was chatting with Lizzy and I said "I feel creepy now. Well...creepier." I'm happy Cely responded to me but I'm still sad about the circumstances. And I think the "I feel creepy...well, creepier" sentence pretty much defines my life.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Adventures in dinnerland

Last night, I made this recipe, found on Pinterest. I guess I could have taken a picture of them when they came out of the oven, but when I pull things out of the oven I pretty much just want to eat them ASAP.

This is what they look like on Pinterest:

Mini-pot pie goodness.

They're mini Chicken Pot Pies that you make in a muffin pan.

I bought these refrigerated biscuits to use in the recipe:

My apologies for the terrible picture quality...anyway, they're Pillsbury Simply... (seriously, that's the sub-brand) Buttermilk Biscuits. If you try this recipe, I recommend trying a flakier biscuit. I just bought it because it was the only can that said 10 biscuits (most said 8, annoying) and didn't say "artificial butter flavoring" on the front. Maybe I should have checked Whole Foods, but I didn't really think that far in advance. It turned out to be quite dense, and I like a flakier crust on my pot pies. 

The recipe called for Cream of Chicken soup...I'm not a huge fan of condensed soups, personally. To me, they just scream "PRESERVATIVES!" Granted, the Chips Ahoy & Reese's Peanut Butter cups I eat are probably screaming the same thing, but that noise is drowned out by the sound of me chewing. Anyway. Not a huge fan. 

So I followed the recipe but Jeremy cooked two chicken breasts i/o just one because we didn't think that 1 cup of chicken between the two of us was going to be enough. This meant that we had too much filling when it came time to put the mixture inside the cups...so I ended up just sort of piling it higher in the cups that were already full, which lead to an in-oven-meltdown during cooking. Whatevs. Messy still tastes good. Oh, and I also added some dried rosemary to the filling because rosemary makes everything better. 

Jeremy loved this meal - he ate 5 of the little cups. I only ate 2 because I had pounded some chipotle hummus & multi-grain pita chips before I started cooking (while watching Season 4 of Keeping up with the Kardashians, did you know it's on Netflix Instant now? Enjoy). I dunno. I liked it, but I don't know that I'll ever crave these. I said to Jeremy that I thought the taste directly reflected the amount of effort I'd put into making it - which was minimal. If you're looking for pot pies, I'd say just get the frozen Marie Callander version and chow down. 

New topic: 

Do any of you wear night creams? I use an under-eye moisturizer at night and when I use it, I wake up looking like I've slept for 20 hours (that's a good thing, I look refreshed). I want to apply that same logic to the rest of my face but I don't want to use something that will make me break out (I have naturally oily skin). Any recommendations?

Also, I'm watching Mugsy on the doggy day care webcam right now. First he was humping the same dog for approximately 25 minutes, then he resigned himself to simply leaning against the wall where the other dog was laying down and barking in his face incessantly. 

Why. 

Apple + Amex = love

On 10/14 I got an iPhone 4S, and I was happy. On 10/15 I ran an entire 26.2 miles carrying said iPhone without a case on it and did not drop said iPhone. 

On 10/19, everything changed. 

The morning of 10/19 was horrendous for many many reasons, but I'm not going to get into it beyond the details that relate to the story I'm trying to tell you. I took both of the dogs to daycare that morning, and getting those two in and out of the car together is like trying to herd cats...in a BMW. A BMW that you spent an hour cleaning recently. And cats with little impatient beagle paws who like to prance prance prance in muddy puddles and then jump in the drivers seat, then do a tap dance on the console, and then settle into the passenger seat, before being thrown bodily into the backseat where the doggy seat cover is.

See Suspect #1 on the right. Look at that face. He's plotting.

But I digress. 

Anyway, herding cats. We get to daycare and they're so excited that they jump out of the car really quickly, but as Ronin jumps out of the car he rips Mugsy's collar off his neck (they're connected to one another by a leash adaptor) and Mugsy frolics across the street, unhindered by a leash. I yell at Mugsy to come back and he sulkily comes back with his ears down and his tail between his legs. As I bend over to put Mugsy's collar back around his neck, my purse tilts and my lovely, dear iPhone slides out and, as if in slow motion, tumbles to the asphalt below. 

Where it shatters. Into a million little pieces. 

Seriously who makes the back of a phone out of glass anyway?

So I get the dogs situated and then proceed to the office where I complain for hours about my poor lovely phone being smashed...and then Jeremy reminds me that I purchased the phone with my Amex. And Amex cards have purchase protection against accidental damage or theft within 90 days after the purchase of the item. Cue the singing of angels. 

So I call Amex and file a claim...and they refund my money within 24 hours. But then the question is - where am I going to get another iPhone for the same price without signing another 2 year contract? Because I already renewed my contract to get THIS phone. So again, I am the sad. 

I make an appointment at the Apple store to see if they can repair the phone for less than what I paid for it, and then I sit and wait for two days until the appointment. 

We go to the Apple store on Friday with a plan of all the details I have to mention to make them pity me and fix my phone for free/less than a million dollars, but as it turns out...none of it was necessary. We walked in, they took me at my appointed time, and they fixed the phone free of charge within 10  minutes. 

So now, I am the happies again. 

And don't worry, I called Amex and told them to apply the charge back to my account since the phone had been repaired free of charge. 

Sooooo...you takes us outs now, yes?

I makes the foods!

So I found this recipe on Pinterest and I made it for dinner last night (well, I made it in the morning, let it cook all day in the Crock Pot, and then we ate it for dinner last night). This is the chicken that was mentioned in yesterday's post regarding the stabbing incident. But even with the stabbing incident, this dinner was a success! So yay, something even I couldn't mess up (haha)! I definitely recommend this recipe. It was super easy. I think it really comes down to the BBQ sauce that you choose. I just chose some bottled Annie's BBQ sauce from Whole Foods. I think I'd choose something different next time - maybe buy some from Red, Hot & Blue the next time I eat there - anyway, I'm rambling.

When we got home from work the chicken was definitely cooked through, so I set it down to "Warm" instead of "Low" until we were ready to eat, and I took two forks and shredded the chicken (it came apart very easily).

To go with the bbq chicken, I whipped up some drop biscuits with Bisquick mix (very easy...Bisquick mix, milk, and then I added cheddar cheese and crushed red pepper flakes, and finally sprinkled the biscuits with parmesan cheese before they went into the oven). Definitely grease the baking sheet though (the instructions lie) because otherwise they WILL stick to the pan.

Finally, I roasted some brussels sprouts and baby carrots in a 400* oven for about 30 minutes after tossing them with olive oil and balsamic vinaigrette. I put them in a casserole dish because it was close at hand, but if you try it I recommend letting them spread out a bit more so they get crispy (also ideally would have let them roast longer but J was hungry).

So I didn't mess up dinner last night! Yay!

Thanks to Lizzy and Molly for your recipe suggestions, keep 'em coming people! Any good cookbooks I should invest in....?

Help! (I need somebody)...

Listen up peeps.

I need some ideas regarding what to make for dinner. I always thought I was a good cook. I may need to revise that to a good baker who can cook 2 or 3 things relatively well. Because these are the things that have happened since I moved in with J and became the Chef for 2 people...

• roasted a chicken upside down (WHAT? It's hard to TELL. It's not like it comes with arrows). 
• made a chicken curry dish...and forgot the curry powder. 
• drowned some cornbread stuffing in milk, making it more of a cornbread stuffing pudding. 
• pulled a pork tenderloin out of the oven while it was still raw in the middle. 
• burned the SHIT out of some brown rice. 
• (this morning) went to put the frozen chicken breasts in the crock pot, then realized that the layer of material between the chicken and the styrofoam was frozen to the chicken breasts, spent approximately 15 minutes stabbing chicken breasts to get material off, at one point yelling out "AHHAJFJAJGHHHHH!" in frustration, prompting J to jump out of the shower and yell downstairs to make sure I was ok. 

So I'm batting about 0.100 right now in terms of successful dishes. And believe me, J could cook, but he gets home later than I do usually, plus I love to cook and my reputation is on the line, damnit! 

So please. Enlighten me as to what you make yourself for dinner that I will not mess up. 

Seriously. Please. 

Update: My friends are still the best

Yesterday when I got home from work I checked the mail and there was a very sweet card from my friend Molly Laufer (again, wish I could link to your blog but you don't update it...why haven't you started a new blog yet?! I forgot to grill you about that on Sunday...). Included in that card was a gift certificate to get my race bib made into coasters which I think is the COOLEST idea. I had been planning on doing it but Molly went ahead and gifted them to me which was so sweet and thoughtful! So thanks again for being amazing friends :) I don't know what I'd do without you, but I certainly wouldn't be running marathons.

Probably crying into vats of gooey brownie and kicking babies, which (let's be honest) sounds like something I might do on a random Tuesday...hmmm.

26.2

So I guess you're here to hear about the marathon?

Warning - this will likely be the longest post I ever write. So prepare yourself...but I promise that it will not take you as long to read it as it took me to run the marathon.

Full disclosure: My chip time was 5:33:58. I wanted to run it in 5 hours, but I knew pretty quickly that that time was out the window. So then I decided that I'd just focus on having a good time. I wasn't going to win the marathon, so why not just enjoy myself? I walked through water stops, I stopped to take pictures whenever I felt like it, I updated my facebook status, I responded to people's texts...it was great. For a while.

And then it got hard. (twss, sorry, had to).

It happened between mile 14 and 15. I was cruising along, having a great time when I passed the mile 14 marker. And then I hit 15 and I was like "eff. this. it. was. a. terrible. idea." But I told myself to just make it to 16 because I knew my friends Joel and Caroline were there, as well as Jeremy. So I made it to 16, and when I saw Jeremy I started crying (fantastic!) and from there on out it was just a killer.

I couldn't figure it out. When I ran 20 miles, I was fine. Did it suck? Yes. Was it hard? Hell yes. But was it anywhere near this hard? No. And does 6.2 miles of difference explain it? No. So I can't figure it out. What happened? I'm still not sure.

Here's a chart of each mile along with my split for that mile and the facebook update I posted - you can tell pretty easily when things completely fell apart and I started walking more than running:

You can definitely tell that I was fighting it - like, where did mile 18 come from? - but the marathon was winning. 

I think what bugs me most is that I don't know what happened. When I was training, I ran 20 miles in 3:53. I thought that the extra 6.2 would add on an hour and 15 minutes - at most - and it added on an hour and 40 minutes. I thought the adrenaline brought on by race day would help me through those last few miles...and it didn't. Honestly, if anything, I think that the adrenaline converted itself to soreness and settled in my muscles around mile 20 and refused to let go. It just felt like my body was closing in on itself. Like my muscles were so tight that I couldn't force them to move. I was like the tin man and I needed some oil! 

I ate what I normally eat. I stayed fueled. I hydrated so much that I was literally afraid I was going to pee my pants in the last 5 miles (I didn't, don't worry). I tried to stay around my target split and not go out too hard. But it still all came undone. 

One of the sadder parts was that I was so far towards the back of the pack that most spectators had left the course by the time I reached each part of it. By the time I reached 0.1 miles to the finish, a spot that last year was PACKED with people, there was literally no one left. Not exactly the finish you imagine in your head. I can't blame the spectators - it's hard to hang out when fewer and fewer runners are going by...but it was kind of sad. And the cops started letting cars/people cross in front of runners when there was space. Also kind of discouraging. 

ANYWAY. This is a super depressing post so far, and I get that, but it's time to turn it around and focus on the good parts. 

I ran a marathon. Well, I ran/walked/hobbled/limped/cried a marathon. It still hasn't really hit me. I'm saying the words, but it's like I don't understand what they mean. I survived a marathon. Maybe that's more apt. I really, really, really enjoyed the miles before I fell apart. They were great. Great weather, I was feeling good, etc. 

But most of all - 

I had amazing support from my family and friends. Amazing. Second to none. I was talking to Lizzy today and sort of had an "a-ha" moment because -- anyone can run a marathon. Seriously. You can do it. You can. If you train hard enough, long enough (or in my case, even if you don't), you can do it. Shhhh, stop saying you can't. You can. But not everyone has the friends and family that I have. You guys were amazing. I can't say it enough. 

I received texts from the following people during the race:

Katie Gerwin

Austin Kristoff

Christa Connelly

Karen Patterson

Jared Kaufman

Patrick Horvat

Paul Soper

Emily Facet

Cookie Johnson

Dave McCall

Josh Mallett

Kevin (my brother)

Kelly Cooper

Kevin Osborn

Heather (Hezzbot) Kryder

Molly Laufer

Elizabeth (Lizzy) Steel

Chase Maggiano

Jeremy (the boyfriend)

Meghan (my sister)

20 people. 20. 20 people took time out of their days to think about me and send me messages that I needed during the race. And I'm not talking about one text here or there. These people sent me multiple messages. Funny quotes. Funny pictures. Whatever they thought would keep me going. 

And these people commented on Facebook or Twitter:

Mary Schnack

Heather McKay Byrne

Chase Maggiano

Andrea Cilona

Molly Laufer

Aubree Jones

Dan Peters

Robert Duncan

Austin Kristoff

TC Power (my aunt)

Ashley Bowman

Gayle Schmith

Joel Bennink (who waited for me to pass by mile 16)

Brad Christmann

Anastasia Thermos Nietzel (my cousin)

Jeff Haid

Therese Power Barrett (my cousin)

Luis Archila

John Pfabe

Molly Buchanan Vaughn 

Rob Narvaez

Carman Fung

Katie Gerwin

Mike Brown

Sara Morgan

Michelle Kosterich

Julia Bottiny

Meg Foster

Jillian Hamilton

Erin McCaffery

Amber Lippold

Carron Griffin DeGrass

Kevin (my brother)

Jennene Lausier

Michael Perkey

Annie Coghill

Josh Mallett

Tera Duff

Brittany Saxe

Jean Stanislaw

Dan Laufer

Mario Ramirez

Kendra Sands 

Chicago (not the city....it's a person haha)

Jenn Botts Riley

Kelly Cooper

Heather Kryder

Gabi Gali 

Jen Carcich

49 people. I know, I know, Facebook is Facebook, it's not hard to click "Like" or leave a comment, but the effort expended compared to the impact it had on me was monumental. These people could just as easily have just breezed on by the (million) status updates I made and not said anything. But they took a few seconds and commented and it meant the world to me. 

My dad, brother, and sister came up to cheer me on, and brought a ridiculous balloon so I couldn't miss them:

They saw me between 13-14 and then again at the finish, where they took two of the most unflattering pictures ever:

Like, seriously if my mom tries to make that second picture our Christmas card this year, someone's getting cut (my mom. my mom will get cut). 

But what you REALLY need to see are the official race photos. There are at least two photos of me walking and texting. During a marathon. Which I think is hilarious. I have had some really shitty race photos of myself taken before and so this time I made an effort to smile & wave or throw thumbs up at the camera as I passed which actually was kind of nice & distracting...but it's funny how different I look from how I was feeling at the time each of these photos were taken. 

Back to how awesome my friends are:

Annie sent me an awesome rolling massager stick thing (hard to explain) that you use to rub down/roll out your muscles after runs and that thing is my new best friend. It is amazing and I love it. Lizzy sent me a bouquet of flowers that is shaped to look like a puppy (made out of white carnations, natch) that were just awesome. And yesterday I got to spend time with Molly Laufer because she was in town for a wedding, which was such an awesome treat. My prescription for marathon recovery: eating goat cheese dip & drinking Diet Cokes with Molly Laufer. Works every time. 

Now, on to some of the awesome texts I received during the race:

I think this exchange between myself and Annie really exemplifies how the race went for me:

8:45 am: 

annie: hi b! you're a rockstar!

me: thanks banoo!

9:45 am:

annie: nog! nog!

me: hahahaha!

11:19 am:

annie: go shawty, it's your birthday

me: :) 

11:49 am:

annie: cheers, cheers, to old chi o chi! you bring the whiskey, i'll bring the rye! 

me: i'll bring the murder weapons

12:36 pm:

annie: you are doing sooo great! for the rest of your life you can say you finished a marathon! :)

me: i'm losing it

annie: you are sooooo close! just one foot in front of the other. 

me: yeah.

1:12 pm: 

annie: (funny picture of us from before our 2nd half marathon together) YAY! almost there!

me: zero response because i was approximately dead at this point. 

Other awesome exchanges:

from Josh: I hear Mugsy is waiting at the finish line with Sticks

me: I hear you are MADE OF LIES. 

Jeremy: So close!

Me: AGHHHHBHHHH. (seriously. i included a period)

Lizzy: (with a picture from Reunions where Molly Laufer is CLEARLY SHOVING ME, CAUSING ME TO KNOCK DOWN A PHOTO BACKDROP) Watch out for Molly, she might try to push you over while you're running

Me: RIGHT?!? Jeez. 

Lizzy: Run as fast as you can, ole! (with a funny picture of the two of us)

Me: Dying. 

Meghan (my sister): Running through the ghetto now? How far are you?

Me: 21.6. Dying.

Meghan: You can do this! One step in front of the other!

Me: Am dead now. 

Molly Laufer: YOU DID IT!

Me: I have two miles left to go Smolls

Molly: YOU'RE DOING IT!

And there were many many more - those were just the funniest. 

So anyway. I ran a marathon. And it was hard. Harder than I expected it to be. But if nothing else, it taught me these important lessons:

1) Don't eff around with your training. Do your training, or the marathon will wreck you. 

2) I have amazing friends and family. You guys are the best. I can't express enough how amazing you are. It was hell - but it would have been way, way, way, way worse without all of you supporting me along the way. So all those great messages you've been sending me about how amazing & great it is that I ran a marathon? I'm sending them back to you about what great friends you are. 

Lips!

I'd been seeing the nude lips/smokey eyes combo in magazines a lot lately and I really wanted to try it for myself. I was at the Laura Mercier counter on Saturday buying a new tube of my favorite tinted moisturizer, so I asked if they had any matte nude lipsticks I could try. 

I ended up buying Barely Nude from their satin lip color, and I love it! It's so much easier applying nude lipsticks than the hot pink/dark red/bright reds I am used to - you don't have to line your lips and it doesn't have to be absolutely perfect. It really makes your eyes pop. I recommend trying it! 

Also - the satin lip color from Laura Mercier is making my lips feel better than even Chapstick does! Love! 

Yeah, so, I'm running a marathon on Saturday. Which means I'm trying not to drink caffeine this week. And I'm trying not to eat (the rest of) the Halloween candy that Jeremy and I are saving for the trick or treaters (that we may or may not get). 

ALSO in other news, Mugsy is going to be a banana for Halloween and Ronin is going to be a skeleton. You can expect many many hilarious pictures to come. 

I just have to run a marathon first. 

bridget e barry's photostream

bridget e barry's photostream on Flickr.

Pictures from this past weekend in Cali for Aaron & Amanda's wedding.