Thank You.

I can't begin to express my gratitude to all of the people who sent me such sweet, supportive messages after I shared the story of my best friend's death.

At first, I felt incredibly overwhelmed. I was already feeling emotional after reading the essay that I linked to, and publicly sharing this for the first time felt quite scary. But as I kept reading your thoughtful messages, tweets, and texts, I began to feel somewhat freed from the extra weight I've felt by not sharing.  I didn't know how to talk about it, but I felt like I was hiding something by not discussing it at all.

So, thank you so much. You guys are amazing.

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I said I wanted to get back to blogging and I didn't know when that would happen. I am actually excited to start blogging again, especially because I've missed the motivation of sharing training goals. I've tried not to beat myself up for my lackluster exercise regime the past few weeks, but I know I'd be happier -- and my work clothes would fit better, since pencil skirts are not the most forgiving clothing piece -- if I made exercise a higher priority. I feel a bit silly writing about running woes since they seem so inconsequential, but running and training have been one of my main hobbies over the past few years, and I don't want to stop writing about them. And my younger sister told me I needed to keep writing my blog, so I guess I should follow her advice, right?  

Now, on to some life updates.



East River sunrises are pretty

Three weeks ago, Sourabh and I moved into a new apartment close to my firm. As much as I enjoyed living on the Upper West Side, close to Central Park and the West Side running path, I hated the commute to work. It took anywhere from 20-30 minutes, but I had to go through both Times Square and Grand Central during rush hour in the morning. When I was lucky enough to leave work before 7:00 p.m., getting onto a northbound train at Times Square was insane. Being able to get from my apartment to my office in just 10 minutes, not a single minute of which involves me being crushed up against someone's questionable smelling jacket, is extremely awesome.



This ball of fluff is not at all spoiled.

Plus, Sourabh is going to be spending his summer at a firm in Los Angeles, so I'll be on dog duty. Rather than get a dog walker for our oh-so-New York-neurotic dog, we figured it made sense for me to take a 30 minute break each day to take him out. As long as work isn't completely insane, I should always be able to give him four short walks a day. I think those breaks will be as good for my sanity as they are for Mason since the few times I've had to do it so far, I've returned to the

Yes, in other news, Sourabh and I will be enjoying the fun of a long distance relationship this summer and I'll be a single working (pet) mom. Too bad Mason can't enter the NFL draft and buy me a Mercedes when he's drafted in the first round. Sidenote: Seahawks, if you are going to trade your draft pick, maybe let me know so I don't stay up until 11:30 p.m. to see who you draft? Thanks.

Since we only have a couple weeks before he leaves for four months, we've gone out to a lot of restaurants in Murray Hill, the East Village, and the Lower East Side, which are now easily accessible, so I think it will be fun to share some of my favorite new-to-me places. Also, I've discovered East River running! Yeah, the East Side path is not as good as Central Park or the West Side, but all those bridges are pretty, so it's got that going for it.


With that, I think I've officially "re-entered" blogging.