Life
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Breakthrough
Last night at swim class I had a breakthrough. We had a sub, and he made us swim three sets of 3X100 meters, with only 10 second between each 100 and 90 seconds of rest between each set. (Warning — I’m about to dork out here for a second) Using the two-beat kick we had
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Men Suck
Let me start by pointing out that this is a direct quote from my friend Luke, who happens to be married. The other night, he felt the need to communicate this fact to me and my friend Roopa repeatedly. And although I definitely have moments when I agree with him wholeheartedly, I don’t think that
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Clues
It’s pretty easy to tell when I get busy — the blog dies down significantly. Then again, Gothamist posts are still going . . . I have a bunch of pictures to upload from the weekend, but for now here’s the brief recap: dinner at Resto with Ali, training session, run, dim sum at Chinatown
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Is It Really Only Wednesday?!
Somehow I’m exhausted — it feels like it should be Friday. I can’t even express how much I’m looking forward to tomorrow night — just a trip to the gym and then I get to flop on the couch. In case you want a peek at a little of what I’ve done this week, check
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Signs of a Good Day?
I’m still keeping my fingers crossed, but it seems like a good start when the A.M. NY guy outside the West 4th Street subway station (from whom I’ve never taken a paper) tells me I look fantastic today. Plus, this morning brought my first iced coffee of the season. Hey – it’s the little things
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Weekend Wrapup
Friday was a great day. Not only was it gorgeous out, but I was back on solid food. I relished every bite of my first meal of the day — a half of a whole wheat bagel, plain yogurt, blueberries, and some sliced pineapple — certainly not exciting, but man, was it good. And don’t
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And in the “No Duh” Department
"Students who participated in sexual abstinence programs were just as likely to have sex as those who did not, according to a study ordered by Congress."
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Fingers Crossed
I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I don’t come down with the plague. I got back home yesterday afternoon and the sore throat and sniffling began almost immediately. It’s like my body was waiting for me to get through all these trips and then gave up. I’m also still waking up at 6 a.m. —
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Disturbing
To me, the most terrifying thing about "It’s Not You, It’s Your Apartment" is not that the stuffed bear that sits on my bed could possibly be destroying my dating life (although I really don’t think it has had any impact whatsoever) — it’s the fact that this man writes dating advice for Match.com for