This weekend was the big 15K race I signed up for with one of my best friends this summer, the Hot Chocolate 15K in Columbus. When she asked me to do this race back in June, we had just completed a 5K race, and I couldn’t run more than 3 miles at a time. Naturally, I told her no. I can’t run 10 miles! Are you nuts?!
But then I called back an hour later after some more thought. Why not?! Why can’t I at the very least try?!
Continue reading “I Ran For Chocolate”
Check out my latest piece on Kveller.com, Why I’m a Proud Jewish Organ Donor.
Are you an organ donor? What went into your decision to be one (or not)?
This weekend, I ran Leg 3 (6.9 miles — though the leg was supposed to be 6.7?) of the Detroit Free Press Marathon. I did the marathon relay with my good friend Greathen and three of her fellow teacher friends, one of whom happens to be Maya’s first grade teacher!
For those unfamiliar, this marathon is especially cool and unique because it’s an international one: Leg 1 goes over the bridge into Windsor, Canada, and Leg 2 runs through the tunnel back into the U.S. The race itself is super-organized, and I loved the long-sleeved New Balance (VML client!) tech shirts we got. They were the perfect throw-on after the race.
And though Saturday had been the worst rain storm I’d ever seen, by Sunday morning blue skies were breaking through the clouds. It was HOT for mid-October, and the humidity was insane. The temp probably was 70 but it felt like 90 and I immediately regretted our team T-shirts (cute as they were!). I wanted to take off my shirt to reveal my tank underneath, but my bib was pinned to my shirt and I did not want to waste any time undressing after I got going. More on that later.
Continue reading “I Really Ran a Relay! I Did, I Did!”
Allow me to shout it from the rooftops that the girl who has had a love/hate/love relationship with running just tackled 10 miles on her own this morning. The run was brought to life by Brooks sneaks, my Strava running app, Pandora’s Zumba station, lulu of course for gear, cold sprinkler systems and the wafting smells of bacon and coffee pushing me down one of Kalamazoo’s busiest streets on a humid, 60 degree morning.
I am only down 7.8 pounds (not only, but only, YKWIM?), but I swear I feel eons stronger and fiercer than two months ago and though nothing is loose yet, I know my body is appreciating all I’m putting into my training.
Continue reading “10 Miles — Who AM I?!”
In the past year and a half, I’ve rediscovered my Jewish identity. Of course, it was always there — I was born Jewish, had a Bat-Mitzvah, have always celebrated the key holidays and tried to instill our values in our children. But my commitment to my faith has ebbed and flowed over the years.
So I don’t know if it was the fact that Maya was going to be starting Hebrew School or that I began writing on the side for Kveller.com (a parenting site that is Jewish-focused but not exclusively so) but either way, I have come full circle in my appreciation for my religion, my culture, and my people.
I always find it hard to explain to my devout Catholic husband or other non-Jews why it’s perfectly OK that I don’t regularly attend temple but yet I feel deeply Jewish in my bones. This makes sense to me — many Jews are nonpracticing but feel tethered (in the best sense of the word) to our heritage, lineage, customs and traditions.
As such, I wrote a post for Kveller about my favorite Rosh Hashanah tradition, preparing my great-grandma’s brisket recipe for my own little family. Writing it was therapeutic and I want to share it with you today. ❤
I wrote this piece for Kveller.com and it’s being included in a series supported by MJHS Health System and UJA-Federation of New York to raise awareness and facilitate conversations about end of life care in a Jewish context. To learn more about the role of hospice and its value to patients and families click here.
When My Kids Ask, “What Would Happen to Me If You Died.”
I don’t know about you, but the only thing making me smile on social media these days is seeing everyone’s end-of-summer and back-to-school pics. Kids, puppies and va-k pics are beyond welcome right now.
Everything else around me just feels heavy. The political landscape sickens me more and more by the day. Charlottesville and the ugliness it brought to light. Hurricane Harvey’s devastation. Five local teenagers going 100 mph this past weekend killed as they hit a tree, days before they would have begun their next year of high school. The senseless end of #DACA. (As with healthcare, why not try to improve something instead of upending it and leaving everyone in a lurch?!). Continue reading “Calming the Anxious Mind”