07 November 2013
The NYC Marathon was this past Sunday, November 3rd. Remember how it was cancelled last year due to Superstorm Sandy? After training for two years in a row, I finally got to run.
Training this year was harder than last year. I had a bad attitude some of the time, and a lot of the time, it was just hard to connect with the fact that the marathon was [most likely] happening. (You mean these miles won't be for nothing?) The early Saturday morning wake up calls felt earlier and crueler, and my foot injury in September felt like I was never going to make it to that finish line.
But I am happy to say that it happened and it was wonderful. I never thought I would refer to a marathon as fun, but it totally was. For the NYC Marathon, you start in Staten Island and run through each borough (Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Bronx, and Manhattan again) finishing in Central Park. The marathon course is pretty much lined with people cheering for almost the entire 26.2 miles (save for a few lonely stretches in quieter neighborhoods and of course the bridges). I had my name on my race shirt so I heard "go Katie" at least every few minutes on the course. And the best part was that I saw friends every few miles, and in Williamsburg/Greenpoint/LIC, practically every few blocks. Marathon Day is always an incredibly supportive and communal day in New York City, and I felt that firsthand.
Thanks to my charity and the training provided, I felt physically and mentally prepared for the race. I felt strong. I knew I needed to start the race slower, I knew where the hills were, I knew that when you think you are almost done you exit Central Park at mile 25 only to reenter at mile 26. I knew what was coming, and as a result I didn't feel discouraged when the race seemed tough. I also had little mental mantras to focus on. One of those is 10-10-10: the first 10 miles is all about being mentally prepared, the second 10 miles is when your training and strength is important, and the last 10k is all heart.
I'm not sure I would want to run just any marathon, I really felt that the spirit of the day in New York made all the difference. I was smiling the whole time.
Okay, now what?
04 October 2013
[obsessed with this last photo]
Storm King Art Center somehow only came on my radar in the last few years, but I am kicking myself for just now going. It's only an hour and a half drive from the city, and the drive was pretty great in and of itself (Palisades Parkway, hello!).
I understand if the idea of an outdoor sculpture garden doesn't sound exactly thrilling, but letmetellyou, it's wonderful. The pictures, of course, do not do it justice. And it didn't hurt that we had gorgeous weather and the slightest hint of the trees changing colors, but I think it might be wonderful any time of year (except winter or raining I guess).
I ended up walking barefoot most of the day which I think contributed to the glory.
I was so happy I decided I needed to do spontaneous cartwheels, which is not exactly something I've thought of doing in a while.
(and yes I was sore the next day from doing cartwheels. planning to up my cartwheel game now.)
03 October 2013
A few things in the past two months:
Julie moved to Spain. She is blogging about it here. We miss her terribly. I started to write a post about it, but it was so sappy that I couldn't continue. Here is a picture of us in the fall (2009).
We've been cooking more and implemented weekly date nights, which mostly just means Elliott tries to come home from work at a reasonable hour and I don't make plans with my ladies. Usually we just cook together and watch a movie. I try to stay awake. So far, it is working pretty well.
We bought some rugs and plants and have been trying to get settled. We still need bookshelves, I have been sad thinking about all of our books being in boxes. I'm sure we have more odds and ends down in the basement as well that need to be unpacked, but it's a little overwhelming. I just avoid the basement. I don't like having a lot of stuff, but I am also somewhat sentimental, a great conundrum!
I re-read most of my journals from circa 2002-2004. I wanted to remember what it felt like when I first moved to New York ten years ago. Well, the journals definitely helped me to remember.
We had a party at our house on Labor Day. It was raining a little but we grilled out on the back porch and had lots of friends over to celebrate. We were happy to have our house feel so full.
We went to Tulsa for 48 hours in September to witness a little marriage ceremony and celebration for John and his new wife Katie. Aren't they adorable? After the wedding we ate Taco Cabana and went to the TU football game. It was so hot. At 9pm when the sun was down it was still 90 degrees. At least TU won. We had such a nice time with my (our) family.
Some of our favorite people came to visit for a long weekend. We had the best time walking around Brooklyn, watching the OU football game, sunset (more like nighttime) boat ride, day trip to Storm King, lots of good food, and a late night walk on the High Line. More on Storm King later. I laughed so hard this weekend. Wish we could be always hanging out.
07 August 2013
On Sunday we had a small belated birthday celebration for Amanda at Pier 5 at Brooklyn Bridge Park. This is noteworthy mostly because (1) I hadn't yet been to Pier 5 (it opened in December 2012) and it is so great! And (2) the weather on Sunday was an unreal combination of warm and dry with a cool breeze and gorgeous clouds. It was one of those afternoons turned into evenings when you can't imagine being happier anywhere else.
Also, make these chicken skewers for your next cookout. Trust!
06 August 2013
Some of the things that were hard were things that a lot of people have probably already experienced by the time they get around to five years of marriage: new jobs, deaths of friends and family, moving
Graduate school (marriage years three and four) was very demanding of Elliott's time, but we knew it was just for a short season of life, and that made it infinitely more bearable. Elliott's job now however is just as demanding, perhaps more so, and there is no set amount of time. That has been hard, finding balance.
Some of the things were different hard: hurricanes (and cancelled marathons, which, it's kind of hard emotionally to spend 4 1/2 months of your life intensely working towards a goal and have that goal removed from your life; minor minor complaint in comparison to the destruction from Sandy, but still, that is how it affected me and it was hard)
My sister's seven year wedding anniversary was yesterday. Seven years seems so much longer than five. But I think it is also all of the changes that they have experienced in the past seven years (moving twice, having two kids). Their lives look very different, while I think ours look more or less the same.
We lived in the same apartment for almost all five years of marriage before we finally moved June 1st to a little house up and over a few streets (to the other side of the BQE which I'm convinced is the promised land). Moving was hard. I know that no one likes packing but I have to say that packing and moving are particularly not suited to me. I don't say this proudly. I wish it were different, I'd like to be stronger. Something about packing makes my brain feel like it is shattering into a million tiny pieces that will never be put back together. And moving! Even just down the street, even for a backyard, it really almost beat me.
On our wedding anniversary we were able to finally unpack some things downstairs: dishes and cups, coffee maker!, utensils (we have to wait to unpack all of our books until we find a new bookshelf). It was exactly what we wanted to be doing to celebrate five years and even though unpacking is in some ways just as hard as packing (because where do you put everything? and what if all of the pots don't fit in the same cupboard?), I am grateful to be doing it with Elliott.