Friday Faves!

Hello all and happy Friday! It has been a crazy busy week, and I don’t know about you, but mine FLEW by! Sorry for the dearth of recipes recently – I made my Spanish-syle lentils earlier in the week and have been really loving the leftovers with crusty bread on the side. Tonight I have a vegan Daiya frozen pizza with my name on it, and I am gearing up to full carbo-loading mode before my last half marathon of the season. I have a few new recipe ideas up my sleeve, so next week we should be back to business on B&B. You know how it is – life gets in the way. πŸ˜‰

Since I haven’t done a FF in awhile, get ready – this is going to be a good one! πŸ˜€

  1. Nike Epic Lux Flash Tight

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These are what night running dreams are made of! They are super reflective and cute looking running tights, that will make you very visible in low light conditions. Since the sun now sets in Boston at around 4:30 pm (!!!), they would be a great addition to any post-work run, and they are cute to boot! I love them in the purple color, which has completely sold out from the Nike website. They are still available in black and navy at other running stores, though.

2. Wild Friends Pumpkin Spice Peanut Butter

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Um, hi. This is the best peanut butter EVER! I previously purchased Wild Friends nut butters – I like them because they are made from simple ingredients, are low in sugar and don’t contain palm fruit oil. I really like the wide variety of flavors and nut butter they use, as they jazz up my overnight oats and PB&J sandwiches. I found this jar of their fall seasonal flavor at TJ Maxx for $4.99 (thanks to my friend Lauren for the tip!). You can order jars online from Amazon for $6.99, and I’ve seen them cheaper, priced around $6 in my local grocery store. It is totally worth picking up a jar – I am excited to start carbo-loading with peanut butter toast later. πŸ˜€

3. BitchStix Lip Balm

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Who doesn’t want a lip balm with a badass name? The best thing about this product is that 100% of net proceeds from all BitchStix products are given to domestic violence and sexual assault prevention programs. And, the tackiness of the formula is just want the doctor order to stay on throughout your entire long run. The eucalyptus mint scent is wonderful, as well.

You can find them here: Eucalyptus Mint Lip Balm

4. theSkimm

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I just signed up for this email newsletter that summarizes all of the day’s important headlines into one email. It’s easy and quick to read – the perfect way to figure out what’s going on during your commute, over your bowl of cereal, or the first email you read at your desk. I really like the way it is written, making it fun to read and not boring. You can sign up at theSkimm website.

5. Oiselle KG Tights

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Well, that’s all for this week! I hope you have a great weekend, everyone. I’ll be running the Seacoast Half Marathon in Portsmouth, NH – wish me luck! πŸ˜€

With warmth,

L

Narragansett Half Marathon Race Recap!

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Good morning beautiful people of Booyahville! I’m so sorry if you all have been feeling a little neglected, between crazy work hours and not feeling so booyah last week, I’m still here! Bad news though: I’m traveling for work to the great state of Alabama tomorrow (I’ve never been – anyone have any suggestions of must do/must see?) and the Booyah Updates may be erratic (brace yourself, and stay turned!).

As you may have gathered, I was going into the Narragansett Half not at prime booyah level, and had kind of fooled myself thinking, “I’ll do the normal race prep. I’ll fall asleep, I’ll wake up and I’ll be running sub-9 minute miles like an OG.” Did that happen? Uh, no.

Strike number one against my sub-nine pace goal: I was fooled by my lack of fever that I was completely “better.” I did start feeling better later in the week, and despite my dad’s vehement protests I was set on running the half marathon regardless. I called up the “home phone” – the one that’s plugged into the wall like it’s 1994 – to give my parents an update on how I was feeling the day before the race. While speaking with my mom, my dad picked up the phone in another room and yelled, “L*****, you need to withdraw from the race! Forget it, you’re sick! Call them up and withdraw!” (Dad doesn’t really understand that there are hundreds, sometimes thousands, of race participants and they aren’t going to wait for L Booyah to show up in order to start the race. But okay, dad!). I did all the pre-race things: I laid out my outfit, put together my “Go Time” Bag, made pasta and sauce to carb up, and then tucked myself into the couch and started marathon watching The Real Housewives of Orange County on my best friend’s suggestion.

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Pre-race bowl of pasta and sauce #2 with a Tofurkey Spinach and Pesto vegan sausage, sprinkled with red pepp flakes and Dr. Bragg’s nutritional yeast. NOMS.

Strike number two against my sub-nine pace: I didn’t sleep well. It was one of those frustrating evenings where you toss and turn and all you can focus on is the internal countdown until your alarm goes off at 4 am. I was tired, but I was nervous and excited, and I remember looking at the clock at 2:36 am thinking “Nooooo, I only have an hour and a half to sleep!” What a bummer.

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Race day outfit and essentials! Lululemon speed tights, CRB, swiftly long sleeve & ear warmer, New Balance FreshFoams, Camelbak handheld water bottle, Mountain Hardwear running gloves, Smart Wool PhD running socks, Bodyglide, Clif Energy Gel in Mocha, GU in Chocolate. πŸ˜€

Strike number three against my sub-nine pace: It was FREEZING. It was 33Β°F / 0.5Β°C at the start of the race! Brrrrrrrrrr! The outfit I chose to wear for the race ended up being perfect for the temperature (long sleeve over a raceback tank, tights, gloves and ear warmer), but it took until Mile 3 for my muscles to feel warm and my feet and hands to start thawing.

The course itself was beautiful; you really did get to enjoy the New England fall foliage. The rolling hills were a fun change from the normal flat road race, I don’t think the course was ever flat for more than 0.1 mile. However, going up and down those rolling hills was tiring. I felt like the first 6 miles flew by, and then we got to mile 8, 9, 10 – those last miles were tough. I was having trouble breathing, and my asthma was acting up. I just felt…exhausted. Usually in a race I’ll get to my zoom zone and I’ll just fly, blocking everything out but putting one foot in front of the other. I never found that mind space, I just felt beat. The silver lining of driving the struggle bus at the end of the race is that my running soul sister (and sorority sister) Ariel stayed with me, despite my serious struggs, and that helped to encourage me forward.

I finished with a still-solid time of 2:02:51, with an average pace of 9:22/mile. I wish that I could have felt stronger, but I’m still proud of my time! I finished the race, didn’t give up and that is an accomplishment in and of itself. I feel like with every one of these race experiences, there is a life lesson in there somewhere. The one I learned from this race is that the time on the clock is much less important than the experience of running, and taking pride in putting your best foot forward, regardless of how you feel/how well you feel you did/the numbers on a board. Nothing can diminish being proud of your accomplishments if you place the important on the experience as a whole, not just on the outcome. Onward to the next one: Seacoast Half Marathon on November 8th! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

Have a great week, everyone!

With warmth,

L

ROC Half Marathon Recap

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Hey all! As you know, I ran the Rochester Half Marathon on Sunday. It was awesome! The course was challenging – several tough hills, but beautiful sights and a mix of trails and roads. It was the perfect day weather-wise: the sun was out, there was a light breeze, and it was cool. There was a drum circle at Mile 5 (amazing), spirit-filled water stations, spectators decked out in Bills gear. Awesome race all around! B and I ran together as Team Booyah. Let me tell you – running alongside your best friend > running alone (way less boring). This was our third race together, and it feels pretty stellar to finish a race and accomplish something momentous (such as running a half marathon) next to your sister from another mister! Girl power!

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I’d also like to say this. When I told my Boston friends that I was running alongside my best friend for this race, a majority of the responses I got were “ugh, I hate doing that!” and while that may be my feeling the majority of the time (I’m a highly competitive lone wolf; I’ve promised my brother-in-law/friends that I’d run with them and then leave then in the dust and totally peace out unintentionally, when my competitive nature gets the best of me) there are times when sticking it out with someone you love and care about is more important. B set this trend first. When I was one of the last people out of the water during my first sprint triathlon in 2012, B was there, standing on the shore, cheering me on and waiting for me in her super cool orange swim cap before heading to the next portion of the race. When she was riding a super fast road bike and could smoke me on my non-fancy but perfectly functional bike (hybrid tires/mountain bike frame) during the cycling portion of the race, she waited for me to catch up. When I couldn’t run and had to walk during the 5K running final leg of the race, she walked right by my side, and told me not to feel bad. She encouraged me to keep going when I wanted to quit – and she was the sole reason why I didn’t quit. And, she ran right next to me all the way up to crossing the finish line at the end of the race. (If you want to read more about my first race experience, check out my post Guys, it’s my Raceaversary!). That’s what you do for friends. You encourage them when they think they can’t, when it feels everything is working against you, when you’re having a sh*tty running day, when you are exhausted and want to give up. That’s when you need your best friend by your side, telling you that you’re strong, not to quit, not to give up, that you can do it. And they will be right by your side to the bitter end. Sometimes it’s easier, in both life and races, to leave your friends/family behind so you can get ahead. But it’s not always the right thing to do.

There will be plenty more races for me to try and PR. In fact, I have two more this fall, and the next one is 26 days away. But, there is only one B (and she is WICKED special: she’s the one who will listen to your life drama for the upteenth time, stick by your side through the worst of the worst, the only person you want to talk to when you’re having a sh*t day, can communicate only using eyebrows, the one you remember all the good stories with and laugh until you bust a gut and/or pee your pants kinda friend). And she’s more important to me than numbers on a board. I’m proud to accomplish something I never thought I’d be able to do next to my best friend. You’re the friendship love of my life, B! I’m glad the stars aligned and we crossed paths in Organic Chemistry Lab a million years ago.

So, the race was tough and challenging. But I was next to my best friend, and that made it okay. πŸ™‚ And we ate an amazing breakfast afterwards at Jines on Park Ave in Rochester. Hello, pumpkin pancakes (not vegan – I cheated).

IMG_3806And then I watched the Buffalo Bills unfortunately lose to the Pats (not nice comment redacted, so please don’t give me any football hate! I’m already surrounded by Pats fans, I can’t take anymore πŸ˜‰ ) . 😦 WOMP! But I had an awesome local hard cider, the Flower City Blonde by Blue Toad Hard Cider, Zubaz pants (#BillsMafia) and CEP compression socks, so all was well.

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Flower City Blonde hard cider: A crisp and fruity cider, using a blend of the finest local Golden Delicious, Empire and Crispin apples. A light cider that is pale straw-colored and clean-tasting.

How was everyone’s weekend?? Tell me all about it in the comments. (I’m still catching up on responding to all of your wonderful comments from last week, but I promise I will respond to your comment today or tomorrow!)Β 

Happy first day of fall, everyone! I have lots of good recipes coming this week, so stay tuned. πŸ˜‰

With warmth,

L

xox ❀

Friday Faves!

Happy Friday, everyone!! It’s a stormy rainy day in Boston, what better way to hop into the weekend with my fave post! πŸ™‚

Here is what I’ve been feeling this week:

  1. New glasses

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Have you guys heard of Zenni’s Optical? My sister has shopped there for years, and has about 47 pairs of super cool prescription eyeglasses and sunglasses from them. I hadn’t gone to the eye doctor in an embarrassingly long amount of time, so it was high time for Ms Booyah to get her eyes checked this week. So I went to a very nice eye place in a very nice New England town, and I found a pair of eyeglasses that I absolutely loved. What I didn’t love was the fact that they would cost me $388.87. For one pair of glasses. I’m only nearsighted, so I only wear glasses for driving and reading things that are far away. I was absolutely floored. My extremely sensible sister gave me a wake-up call: hello, that is an outrageous price to pay for eye wear when you can get a pair from Zenni’s for less than $50.

At first, I wasn’t that thrilled about it, but then I started looking online and found the SUPER cute cat eye glasses pictured above. They cost $17.90. Seriously – with free lenses, and a protective coating over the lenses – they were less than $20. ARE YOU EVEN SERIOUS RIGHT NOW! I can now go back and buy 19 more pairs of glasses, for the $400 I would have spent at the fancy place. Also, you can upload a selfie so that you can “try on” the glasses online before you buy. Booyah Tip (from L’s sister, J): Measure your current pair of glasses and compare to the measurements given online so you know how they will fit on your face. πŸ˜‰

2. Athleta Energy Chaturanga Capri

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While I was waiting for my brow appointment on Newbury Street (all the important things in life, obv), I wandered into Athleta to check out their new fall stuff and absolutely fell in LOVE with these really cute capri bottoms. The bright blue color is amazing, and I’m obsessed (they look way better on Athleta’s site – I couldn’t find a picture that would do them justice, so check them out over there). I love the striped pair that I have – the material is thick, totally opaque and wicks sweat like a champ. I love that this pair of crops doesn’t have any pockets so you don’t have anything poking you when you’re laying on your back doing ab exercises (sit-ups are hard enough as is without a zipper digging into your back).Β  Love, love, love these! ❀

You can find them here.

3. Capt. Kristen Griest and 1st Lt. Shaye Haver

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For more than 120 days, these two women have withstood obstacles (insurmountable obstacles, to any regular person), at the notoriously difficult Army Ranger School. They are the first two women in history that have graduated from Army Ranger training, receiving the coveted black and yellow Ranger Tab on their uniform. I have goosebumps on my arms as I type this – it is so incredible, and swells my heart with such pride, when I think of what these incredibly accomplished, astoundingly athletic and patriotic women have achieved. Just think: we, as women, can do anything. This is monumental.

Watch the video here.

4. Jennifer Aniston’s wedding band

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OK so this might be a little shallow after the accomplishments of America’s first female Army Rangers, but LOOK HOW PRETTY! Pure gorgeousness. I also love her simple mani.

5. CEP Compression Socks

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I grabbed these for a steal! As my training runs get longer over the summer in preparation for my plethora of fall half marathons, I finally invested in a pair of compression socks to help accelerate my recovery. Wearing compression socks after a long run helps your muscles to recover faster and more efficiently. I will be wearing the shiz out of these (and, I grabbed two pairs on clearance for a steal at City Sports – definitely watch out for deals on these, as they are normally around $60 for a pair).

Check them out here.

I hope that you guys have a wonderful weekend! I’m not up to much – hopefully the weather cooperates and I’m able to hit the beach again! Other than that, I’m looking forward to a relaxing, mellow weekend. What are you guys up to this weekend?? Tell me all about it in the comments! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

With warmth,
L

NYC Midnight Half Marathon – Part Three

I’ve been very successful at making lists recently, so I think I’m just going to continue this trend from Part One. Then I’ll be able to tell you exactly how to celebrate post-half marathon, and you can just go down this list and check shiz off as you complete each activity. So, what aaaare you supposed to do post-half?

(Missed it? Read how it all went down here: Part Deux).

1. SLEEEEEEP. Post-race and post-pizza, B and I went back to our Airbnb, showered in record time, and collapsed in bed. As soon as I was horizontal, I only answered B with “Mmhmm”s and fell asleep in less than 15 seconds of my head hitting the pillow. I was basically a corpse, and did not move from 3:36 am until 10:50 am. Also I do not recall the last time I slept past 7 am, so that truly was a feat on my part. Amazeballs.

2. Let your inner fat kid run free. B and I have high level experience with pleasing our inner fatties – in college, we would routinely each buy a large side of home fries and down them by alternating dunking them into ranch and Frank’s Red Hot. This = life (as well as the best hangover food, ever). So, it really was no surprise when we decided to eat two breakfasts: one at Steeplechase en route to brunch and actual brunch at Tom’s, both in Brooklyn.

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Breakfast #1 at Steeplechase

At Steeplechase (whose iced coffee is bomb, BTW), we each got a breakfast pastry to sustain us as we walked two miles through Prospect Park to Tom’s. PS: Thanks Miguel for picking us up (mad face).

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Tromping through Prospect Park towards Second Breakfast.

At Tom’s, which is apparently the best breakfast place in Brooklyn according to our gracious hosts, Diggy delivered YET AGAIN (even the Russian judges give you a 10/10, Diggy). Brunch was amazing, satisfying and delicious: exactly what I needed to refuel post-race. Also, B got a Waffle Sundae, and she’s my breakfast hero. If you are in Brooklyn, or go near Brooklyn, do yourself a favor and get brunch here. You won’t be disappointed. Plus they feed your french fries while you wait in line.

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Breakfast #2 at Tom’s

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I couldn’t fit all the food we ordered into one pic/B wins at breakfast.

3. Go outside – preferably to a park. Like Prospect Park. Blobbing outside is far superior to blobbing on your couch watching Netflix the day after a race, so get your bum outside, sit down, get hit in the torso by a Frisbee (thanks again, Miguel!), sit next to your BFF, put your phone into a solo cup so everyone can hear your jams and play this:

Yup. Fave new song.

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Miguel + Sunny skies. And my forehead. Can you handle these picture taking skillz right na?

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Omg we all have matching sunnies. πŸ˜€

4. BUBBLES! Go buy yourself a bottle (or two) of brut rose that comes in an all silver bottle, such as:

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Whatever that was, it was amazing. Now, drinking alcohol in parks is not allowed, but I’m not going to tell anyone what’s in your solo cup. We cool like that. Cheers to bubbles!

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So that, my friends, is how you celebrate after you punch a half marathon in the face. Get it.

With warmth,

L

NYC Midnight Half Marathon Race Recap – Part Deux

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Life goals/this race’s mantra (it was fairly accurate, too – all the hotties WERE in front of us!)

Now that we’ve established the high level of professional athleticism B and I were about to exhibit (if you haven’t read Part One yet – you can find that here), we were ready to tackle the Big Show, the Main Event – the NYC Midnight Half Marathon.Β Hooray, it’s finally here! After capturing our likely route in 62 (not an exaggeration, literally 62) iPhone screen shots of Google Maps directions less than 2 hours before gun time, we were ready/still had basically no clue where we were going. And, we were running late to get our butts into Manhattan to the starting line from 7 miles south in Brooklyn. Lucky for me, it only took me 2.5 subway stops to down the extra large Gatorade that may be partially responsible for this race’s eventual success. We sped walk/jogged to the race check in, where we came upon a mass exodus of the race participants heading toward the start line. This was the first of many “Oh shit” moments we would experience.

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Waiting at the subway stop in Brooklyn to swoosh us up to the race’s start in Manhattan. Do you like our sunnies? πŸ˜‰

Nerves were running high, and I was still unconvinced that I would actually be able to finish this b*tch without dying a death. Trying to contain the level of freakout to below a solid 6/10, we jogged to the race’s start under the bridge, about 1 mile-ish away from the race check in.

Except no one was there. Not a soul. (= Oh Shit Moment #2)

Pulling out the folded-a-million-times (and already sweaty) printout of check points from my pocket, I realized that we were at the wrong bridge. That’s right folks, the Williamsburg Bridge β‰  Manhattan Bridge. Mo. Thur. Eff. Still trying to maintain the threatening-to-skyrocket Freakout Level within normal operating conditions, we ran sprinted to the Manhattan Bridge. We reached the starting line as the race organizers were gingerly folding up the timing mat that would clock our start time. Approaching one of the race volunteers, I exclaim, “We ran to the wrong bridge! What do we do?!” He (and everyone else standing around packing up cases of water bottles, immediately fell silent) looks at me like I’m Queen of the Morons, kind of throws his hands up in exasperation and barks, “Go!” (Hey buddy, just because YOU and 99% of the race participants live in NYC/Brooklyn does not mean that everyone does, mk? Chiiiiill).

Slightly demoralized, and now running this race 100% freestyle with no start time clocked in (and at least 20+ minutes after the rest of the pack), B and I take off towards the Brooklyn Bridge – check points 1 and 2 involve us crossing the East River into Brooklyn. Except we cannot for the life of us figure out how the EFF to get ONTO the Brooklyn Bridge, instead of just running in circles under/around/beyond it. And it’s really starting to feel like the start of a Law and Order: SVU episode (it’s dark, and creepy, and we are running on a bike path that feels a little bit like I should be holding mace in my hand). Finally, my patience hits a wall and my AAA personality wrenches control of navigating (sorry for firing you B, I love you always), and following logic and reason we begin to run back towards and then under/along side the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan. Question: How many biochemists does it take to navigate over the Brooklyn Bridge? Answer: Apparently more than two.

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What even is this?

In the course of the next 5-7 minutes, approximately 374 f-bombs were dropped. Sample: “This is TOTALLY F&^%ed UP! Why is Google Maps such a worthless f&^%ing piece of $%&?! What the actual &^%$!!!!!!” It was a liiiiittle bit like an all-caps Kanye rant. And that was just me racking up that f-bomb count, B was the still on the other side of optimism, while I was firmly within Raging Red limits. Under the guise of logic and reason, we encountered a map that made no sense (see above), a German tourist who I accosted and demanded to know if he lived in the city, and one extremely helpful, and devoid of judgement police officer/parking attendant/idk this dude was wearing a uniform, who kindly directed us to the g-damn pedestrian staircase to get onto the g-damn Brooklyn Bridge. *LE SIGH*, FINALLY.

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WE FINALLY FOUND THIS BITCH.

Once we start cranking it over the bridge, the Kanye rant ceases, the Freakout Level plummets, and I begin to appreciate just how effin’ cool this is. It was the perfect temperature for running (mid 60’s), dark (i.e. no sunscreen necessary for this fair one over here), an almost-full moon and the views were stunning. NYC at night is pretty freakin’ gorgeous. That sparkly feeling lasted until we were almost halfway over the bridge, and realized that the elite runners at the head of the pack were running back over the bridge, having hit checkpoints 1, 2 and were already halfway done with the race. (= Oh Shit Moment #4)

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Determined not to be a complainer, and appreciate the fact that I get to run next to my best friend, at midnight, in NYC, just for fun, I decided it was time to focus on the fact that our Cheer Squad was at Checkpoint #2, and just think about moving my little stems to get there. And of course, the fact that there would be ice water and encouragement from our Cheer Squad waiting for us when we arrived. (Meanwhile, I later find out that B was thinking about zombies chasing her in order to motivate her to run faster. Lolz. Love that betch.)

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Halfway over the bridge = time for a selfie! πŸ˜‰

We passed by Checkpoint #1, which was completely abandoned (no surprises there, we were way behind at this point), and the reality set in that we were totes on our own on this one: it was just me and B. As we made our way through Brooklyn toward Checkpoint #2, the rest of the race participants passed us running in the opposite direction, so at least we knew that we were most likely going the right way (score!). And it was somewhere along there that I remembered our Cheer Squad, B’s bf Miguel* and his bff Diggy* (*names have been changed to protect the innocent), were tracking our route on Find My iPhone, and probably were wondering what the EFF we were doing earlier on our tour of Law & Order: SVU film locations before we made it to our actual course. Somewhere along the way in Red Hook, I hit my stride, and as we were zooming along the Red Hook Container Terminal, which is sketchy as f^%$ at midnight, I finally felt that I could probably finish this race without actually dying a death.

As predicted, Miguel and Diggy were waiting for us outside Checkpoint #2, Sketchy Dive Bar* in Red Hook. We took a breather, chugged ice water, gave them an abridged version of our adventure thus far (including how we are both completely Navigationally Challenged), and were on our way with ice cubes shoved in our sports bras. This time, much easier – all we had to do was retrace our steps, not fall into a pothole, and watch for the creepers. We passed by zero other race participants, and the second half of the race was filled with much more laughter than curse words and happily unremarkable.

In the interest of time (as in we didn’t want to still be running at 2:30 am), personal safety (all the checkpoints had been disassembled and the race volunteers had peaced) and the fact that we would prob end up running more than 13.1 miles, we crossed off Checkpoint #4 from our list and headed straight over to the finish line.

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WE DID IT!!!! We don’t sweat, we sparkle/Yea ok we prob sweated out 2.7 Liters of water between the two of us and probably smelled worse than the overflowing garbage cans in Chinatown.

And we freakin’ did it. Without dying, vomiting, injuring ourselves or encountering any creeps. BOOYAH!!!!

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Here’s how not to win the NYC Midnight Half Marathon.

Lessons Learned:

1. Yes, Gatorade will save your life if you are mostly unprepared for a race.

2. Running with your BFF is the best motivation in the universe.

3. Being forced to run to a bar in Red Hook where your Cheer Squad is waiting WILL motivate you to actually do so.

4. Booyah.

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VICTORY!

And even though the winner finished in a record 1:11 (what kind of non-human animal that person is, I do not know), I can guarantee that B and I had 3000% more fun than anyone else. Because that’s how we roll. And life is not THAT serious, so sometimes you just have to prepare for a race in completely opposite the way you know how. And have fun. And then, you get pizza.

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Since we had pretty much the best tour guide ever, Diggy delivered and put up with my demands for pizza, right now, at 2:33 am. Post race, we “walked out our legs” (in quotes because it was only semi-on purpose, *cough* Diggy *cough*), and we made our way to Little Italy and had the best pizza ever. Photo evidence:

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Yes, in my mouth NOW.

Yum. So that’s how you do it, folks. Prepare as instructed in Part One, get super lost during the start of the actual race, make up your own route to the finish, and then eat pizza. These four simple things lead to complete and overwhelming race success. And, if you want to know what you’re supposed to do after you check all of those things off your list, come back tomorrow for Part Three: How to Celebrate Your Complete Victory and Domination of 13.1 miles. Yaaaasssss!

With warmth,

L

NYC Midnight Half Race Recap – Part One

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Okay, so we might not be ready to be contestants on the Amazing Race, but B and I basically punched this race in the face. And by punched this race in the face, I mean we a) didn’t die; b) finished and/or crossed the finish line; and c) ate pizza afterwards in Little Italy. Basically, we owned it.

However, I’m getting a little ahead of myself here. Let’s back up the bus to our ever-important pre-race preparations, so that we can set the stage for the amazingness that occurred during the Midnight Half this past weekend.

How to Prepare for a Midnight Half Marathon:

1. Minimal training. As you may have noticed from my absence on here, life in Booyahville has been slightly-to-medium crazy for a hot minute. Before this race, the last time I went for a long run was on March 29, 2015. Yup, that was the day of the trail half I did in DC. Beyond that I did some slow, casual 5 mile runs when I felt like it/had time. That’s about the scope of my training since April.

2. Drink all the drinks. Since I hadn’t seen/hung out with my Bff Of Life B for longer than a few hours in almost 2 years, the night before our race, it was time to paaaaaaarrrrtttttayyyy! So we drank champs. And cocktails in fancy glasses. And vodka sodas. And then I was That Girl, at the bar, who dropped and shattered a Collins glass on the floor and stood there with like this Β―\_(ツ)_/Β―Β  while my friends casually flicked broken shards of glass from around my flip-flopped feet. Whoops.

3. Sleep for 2-3 hours, max. Since we were out until all hours (Boston girls forget that bars don’t close until 4 am in NYC, so no one is kicking you out or shouting for last call at 1:30 am, which is a far more appropriate time to go to bed the night before a race), only a teeny-tiny bit of sleep occurred the night before. You shut your eyes at 3 am-ish and then open them again at 6:30 am wondering why it is so bright and shhhhh can someone turn the sun down, please. But then you’re awake and thinking, “I need an iced coffee and a New York bagel pronto because the bagel choices in Boston are bleak and nothing is better than a good bagel, period.” Bagels > Sleep.

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Mmmmm…bagels.

4. Eat 1/2 of your daily allotment of calories. Who needs to carbo-load when you can just eat one bagel, chug two coffees plus many, many liters of water, and inhale one small but delicious bowl of pasta with petso and veggies before your race? Who has two thumbs and chugged a giant bottle of Gatorade while riding the Subway to the race check in, out of concern that this would not be enough food to power through 13.1 miles? This girl.

5. Walk nine (9) miles around Manhattan the day of your race. In flip flops. Because there are sights to see, and you’re going to see them, half marathon race be dammed. #TotallyWorthIt #NoRagrets

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6. Do the opposite of prepare. The race organizer specifically requested that none of the details of the race be posted, so in order to avoid blowing up their spot, here’s what I think I can say about the race. It’s an unsanctioned event that does not have a marked course. There are check-in points that you have to go to in the proper sequence, but you choose your own route in order to do so. So basically, you’re on your own, and it’s up to you to figure it out. Between B and I, we’ve spent a total of 1.7 days in NYC prior to this weekend – that’s it. Additionally, I had never entered Brooklyn, and I had only romped around Manhattan for an afternoon (seriously). So we pretty much had no idea where anything was/etc. And in the true spirit of the Girl Scouts motto “Be prepared,” we started planning our route at 9:30 pm the night of the race. *Wink smile* Clearly, this can only end well.

7. Get one new article of Lululemon to wear, 6 hours before gun time. This last step is the key to speed*, preparation and following the advice of every single running blog out there for race day prep. Buy new shit right before you race, because duh. You’re going to look so cute.

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I got this coral tank. Wicked cute.

*Because we all know Lulu/cute running outfits make you faster. Obv. πŸ˜‰

Stay tuned for the next post in this three part series: NYC Midnight Half Race Recap. Totally worth it. πŸ˜€

With warmth,

L