2 Mile Open Water Swim

Okay so 8ish hour drive from home to New York City=finally stalking your lives and catching up.  I’ve missed you guys.  I have passed my lovely human anatomy class and now sadly I don’t have a date with Latisha every MW night.  So sad…

Anywho-so back to my daily musings.  I’ll begin with a race recap because it’s more interesting than food.

On Saturday, I swam an open water 2 mile swim in the NYC area.  I have actually been participating in this race longer than any other races-both running and swimming.  This year was particularly brutal but still fun.

After getting to the pier, I checked in where the race official/register simply calls me Potsdam.  Since I swear he can’t remember my name and I’m the only person in the world that goes to college at Potsdam.  I arrived and he was like oh Potsdam gonna drown today?

True life. 

Anywho, after getting all my crap and getting my race number drawn on, I shot the breeze with people and waited for the ferry.   I am still extremely bitter that I’m not in the 19> age category so I can’t be race number 1.  Sadly-I was 5.

The daddykins

The race actually begins on an island in the sound, so we have to take about a 15 minute Ferry there.  But first-guess who was racing too?!


I also met Beth who is equally as awesome and a kick ass athlete. Can you guys both do all my biking (they biked 20 miles after the race…I went shopping…)

(PS: force her to make you the greatest orange chocolate cookies ever.  I ate the entire bag in the car 5 seconds after getting into it.  True life..that is why there is no photo.)

Anywho-we got to the island around 7:45 and the race started at 8:30.

I did a nice warmup of about 10 meters  Please don’t think I’m joking because it’s not.  I don’t warm up for open water swims very often.  I get used to the water and call it a day.

The buoys were so straight...

This year the temperature was 72 degrees and when I got hypothermia 2 years ago, it was 71.

So it was cold.

The race was an out and back course.  You swim out a mile-look back and think oh dear god and then come back.  At least that is what I do.

There were some crazy waves that drowned me lungs with salt water.  I feel like I got enough of that.

I’m terrible at sighting during open water swims so I normally find someone to creep on and follow them.  It normally works out well but this race I creeped on the wrong clown.  He ran straight into the 5 foot buoy.  Like legit just swam right into it.  I nearly had to stop because I was choking on salt water already and then laughing at him did not equal.  I then decided that it was 600 meters to the shore and I could find it myself.

True life.  The hardest part of the swim for me was the 10 meter dash up the beach at the end.  I kind of limped my way up there and called it a day.  One guy fell-so I didn’t feel too bad for taking it slow.

Please enjoy my uncle. He is adorbs.

I ended up getting second in my age group (ha).  I finished the 2 miler in 1:01.  This is my first year over an hour but I’m not too concerned since it was so choppy.  This race has seen me at my best and worse.

I was the top female overall 3 years back, got hypothermia 2 years ago, 1 year ago I finished pretty strong and this year I finished.  I think it just shows how mentally exhausted I am of swimming.  I love swimming, don’t get me wrong but after next college season-I’m going to take a few years off and come back another time when I’m mentally fresh. 

Now that I think about it-I have been swimming for about 15 years.  I have had a few months off now and again with my shoulder issues but I was still at the pool.  Swimming is different from so many other sports, that there really isn’t a definitive time you are “in season.”  It’s all the freaking time. I also manage a pool.  I spend 16 hours during college pool staring at a damn black lane.  I teach swimming lessons periodically.  I seriously never get away from the pool. Swimming has seen me progress and grow up but in a year it’s time for a break. 

I say that now…but I also said I would stop buying gas station coffee and I would never run.

Well enough of Sally Sappy.  I’ll have more photos later, because my aunt and uncles love taking them but these are just the ones from my camera.

Bum Knee

Well if you are dailymile/tweeting bestie you probably already know but if not: I won’t keep you out of my life loop.

Today at the biggest race of my summer I had to make a very hard decision.  I was in first by over half a mile and I began to feel an extremely sharp pain in my leg.  I am a strong woman (somewhat) but this was something after tinkering in my mind for about ¼ of a mile, I decided I couldn’t run on it.

I stopped when I saw the next batch of race course officials.

I watched people hundreds of people pass me (and yes there was lots of crying involved…some from pain and some because I was more emotional than a 13 year old girl hitting puberty).

It was truly one of the hardest things I have had to do.  I waited a good nearly 4 minutes before the next female passed me.  Sad story.  I’m not completely devastated because I truly know I would have given it everything I had and won that race. 

I’m more upset because I don’t know how long I’ll be without running.  I keep telling myself that I am more than a runner, or a swimmer, blogger and this time will pass.  Running will always be there for me-as will a race similar to this.  I am really upset don’t get me wrong but I’m trying to be a little positive polly.

So while I am upset, I did hear some news from the doctor that makes me think I may indeed have half a brain.  When I was in the emergency room getting all my little tests done (and tendon jammed back into wherever it goes…oh my god…insert some tear pains here), he said that if I had continued running with that much force on an already bumming tendon, there is a 75% chance it would have popped and I would not be running for 6 months.  So YAY for stopping. 

He says I’ll be able to run in anywhere from 1 week-1 month but he thinks it will be a more speedy recovery.  I sure do hope so.  I can’t do any weight bearing activities such as aerobics or running, but can swim.  He told me I could also bike-but I hollered back (just as with my fractured heels) that I’ll be lethargic before I start biking.

and yes this was postrace with Theresa, a racing bestie of mine. And yes I was holding on to her for dear life because I cannot stand or walk solostyle right now very well

And as I said on Dailymile, I will use this time to work on real girlesc.  Whatever that is…

To work on my real girl 21 year old party animalness…I went out looking like the hottest fashion statement alive.

Dress: Charlotte Rouse
Knee brace: Ace
Flip flops: Rainbow because I can’t wear anything else and we all know I love me my stilettos.
And please don’t forget the race numbers that won’t come off my arm (sharpie)

Like I always say…I keep it classy.

True life: I wasn't even posing for this photo.
aDuBs got my 90 year old butt granny panties in just my size.


We went to a delicious seafood restaurant.  True life: I love aDuBs so much for agreeing to it because I really thought they had other food besides seafood…come to find out that they didn’t.  She fell in love with the hushpuppies though.  🙂

The lighting was terrible for my foodie/beverage shots so let’s pretend these are award winning photos.

I think I got this this piritini with coconut rum because it was the only one with a cherry and we all know my creeps obsession with those...
crab cakes and scallops are nomtastic.


And you will be happy to know I  found myself a new man.

Question for you:

1.       Do you like coconut rum with cherries because I do…

2.       Oh and have you ever made a hard decision to quit something? 

Romance Novel

I must learn to save my work.  I could have like twenty blogs posted daily if I did.  You see blogging besties-quick tangent before I get to my main point.  I tend to write blogs in Microsoft word and then rely on autosave when my computer crashes and/or I end up restarting my computer.

They only save about half the time.  Rude. Well this blog isn’t about my lack of common sense.  Not really anyways.


Here is my warning to you.  This is kind of a novel of a post.  Think lifestylesc.  I don’t apologize because I enjoy rambling away.

I have gotten a lot of questions in the last few months about my personal life regarding my last relationship and honestly I was not quite ready to do a blog about it.  We are not still dating and haven’t been for a while…


It all started when I went to college.  I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend.  I mean god knows they weren’t looking for me either.  For the first month and a half, my roommate Kierstin and I hung out.  We became extremely close and had some of the best times the first month of my freshman year.  We were so carefree.

We did everything together with the exception of classes.  We even swam a few laps before swim season started.  If you have read my blog for a while you know I didn’t choose my school to swim.  I didn’t choose it for athletics and I wasn’t planning on doing swimming-let alone running but that is another story.  Kierstin and I mostly stuck to ourselves until the first day of swim practice.  She had convinced me since I swam in high school that I should go tryout for the college team.

I was not in the mood to swim at all but honestly, I didn’t want to end up having no friends if she was going to be busy with that so I decided I would swim.   I also enjoy structured wokouts and if I hated it then I would quit…nothing to lose. Well I tried out for the team and I made it.

Not more than two weeks into practice, we had both made lots of friends and I knew the entire male and female teams.  About a month into practice, one of the males (whom it’s really not hard to figure out since I have dated a whopping 1 person throughout college…but I won’t use names) started talking to me more than others.  He would talk to me outside of swim practice when we randomly saw each other on campus or we had lunch a few times.

When he asked me out on a date, I had no idea we were going on a legit date.  To this day-I fully believe I am the most naïve and clueless college female in the world.  Also the most socially awkward but you know how that is.  Ha-when I told Kierstin that we were going out to eat, she was like on a date?

I literally said oh no he just wants to be friends and get to know some of the team.  In my mind, I also fully believed that.  BAHAHA.  True life.

Long story short, we ended up dating in early November of my freshman year (and his junior).

Freshman year went by pretty smoothly.  At the end of the spring semester we continued dating, even though we were now 600+ miles apart.  I lived in Southern VA-he lived in Northern NY.  It actually wasn’t the hardest and most difficult thing in the world.  We were both really busy so it worked well.

Sophomore year was a bit of a blur for me.  I was finally regaining some of my speed back in swimming which I hadn’t had since high school.  I ended up swimming almost exclusively with the guys team.  That was all fine and dandy but I was a distance swimmer and so was the boyfriend.  I am not a happy athlete at all.  I have a temper that god knows you don’t want to light.  I was stuck swimming in lane with him and two other guys and lets just say…our practice ethics were not the same…

So my days ended up being something along the lines of eating breakfast and dinner with him, swimming anywhere from 2-4 hours in the same lane and possibly chilling if we didn’t have too much work.  That is a lot of time.  During peak training on winter break, think 4 hours of swimming and no classes.  It become to the point when it was a too much time.

But sophomore year was a good year too and the summer went by quickly again.  Since he transferred he had to take an extra semester and it was nice because I had someone there for me when I started running and swimming.

I was so busy the first semester of this year.  If you read my blog you pretty much know that.  He kept me in check and allowed me to have time outside of running, swimming and school.  I had such a good first semester.  I had a ton of fun and I still think my favorite night was swimming formal but ha…that is another story.  Maybe I just miss my black hair I don’t know.

We were slowly growing apart though.  Little things would disrupt us and lead into little fights.  Long story short, there was no fuse that lit us we just fizzled out.  We were going our separate ways and it was better for both us.  I don’t ever bash relationships and I don’t regret ours.  It was a great chapter in my life but I’m on a new one now.

Right now I’m not looking for anyone.  I’m not going out of my way to find myself a million men.  I feel just as previously when the wind blows me in the right direction then it will happen and until then I’ll jam to Beyonce’s single ladies.

Question for you:

Talk to me about your relationship life.

Beer, Sweat and Running

Hello blogging besties.  Contrary to popular belief I couldn’t exactly go too crazy for 21st since I have a big race on Saturday.  Saturday night though-don’t expect too much internet action.  Anywho my birthday was so much fun.  But my life is always fun so I can’t pretend like it was a real big deal.

I also want to say which I’ve said about 100 times but you know…drinking isn’t really my jive.  I wasn’t dying for this birthday and it wasn’t like this birthday was going to be the greatest thing that has happened to me since the invention of waffles because honestly it’s not.  The last time I even drank was in April (I think).

Okay yes I can drink legally but if I wanted a beer I could have found other ways.  I have my own personal reasons and don’t judge others if they enjoy drinking every other day but it’s just not for me. I love going to clubs and dancing and don’t really need drinks in me to do that because I’m already a bit crazy. 

Luckily for me-there are a bunch of races on Tuesday nights with free beer at the end called the Summer Series.  They are in a really pretty park called Botanical Gardens and always a ton of fun.  Luckily for me the relay race happened to be on my birthday yesterday.

After 7 hours of doing nothing at my pool.  It wasn’t crowded.  I am already too tan so no need to tan.  I basically tried to waste as much time as possible…it was time for some lovely Botanical Gardens running.  Minus it was the hottest day of the year…but what can you do.

Here are lots of photos because we all know I am a photo whore and I really just like captioning pictures because it’s easier that way. 

It all starts here. The dad told me I was being creeps and he would take my photo. Who doesn't like myspace shots though?
he asked if I wanted horizontal or vertical shot...I said surprise me and I got diagonal. This is total facebook profile. If only my cat was in the shot it would have been a triple threat. Me, Lorraine and my cat.
If I ever had a signature pose it would be foot out peace sign up and winking.
I'm really not joking about that one.
We actually took my car to the race and my parents made me ride in the back. I have never ridden in the backseat of Lorraine and I don't like it.
Oh yes we were productive at work today nailpainting in glamour girl silver
I am a woman and I like running. The mail came right as we were leaving and it was not my textbooks...
prerace prepping with the teammates
One of my good buddies Mike and I waiting for our relay to start.
Afterwords we were going to take a picture but he said he couldn't be seen with me in public...I hate him but not really he is taking me to the clubs this weekend so I have to play nice.

So anywho-I started with this one beer.
My relay bestie decided it would be acceptable to bring me another.
So then I just didn't know what to do. Clearly my confused look.

All in all it was an awesome birthday and beer and running are total wins in my life.  Now for making some beercake pancakes.  That is my new goal of the weekend.

Question for you:
What was your favorite birthday?

Visiting the Cake Boss and Religous Protesters

For all of you guys that pinned how close Matt and I are you are right.  We are seriously besties (minus you-aDuBs).  I cried all the way through that process of him leaving.  I’m a big emotional sappy sap and I’m okay with it.  In most situations that is.

Oh and because I never actually explained what he was doing up there..The Merchant Marine Academy is not the US Service Academy where they go into the marines.  You can go into one of the branches of the military (most go Navy or Air Force) or you can go into the Merchant Marines which work a lot on ships and such.


So after we were kicked off the campus (The campus closed at 1pm to all families) we headed down to New Jersey to see the TLC Cake Boss, Buddy at his bake shop.  Well not really because he obviously wouldn’t be there-but we wanted to check out the famous Carlos Bake Shop!

We waited about two hours in line (which apparently isn’t that bad).

While we were in line, a religious group came and started preaching at us and the other 500 people.  Apparently, it is quite common because we cannot leave (we are in line).  I’m all for freedom of speech, but they were yelling at us for a solid hour.  I don’t want to get into a religious debate on my blog, but I’m all for choice and believing in what you want but they were at the point where they were trying to shove their beliefs down people who were uninterested and not amused throats.

I’m so glad my younger brother Steven was able to come on the trip.  He wasn’t sure if he would be able too but it made the ride back more fun.  During this religious preaching, no one had gone up to get these mans fliers.  They had about 1 million and everyone had ignored them.   Since my family is full of smart asses, Steven (with my convincing)  went and got a flier and tried to have a convo with them!  They even stopped talking for about 2 minutes and everyone started cheering.

say facebooook (don't pretend people say "say cheese" anymore)...

But then about five minutes later, everyone started cheering again for another reason.   

Why are police attracted to my life?

Anywho-that gave us amusement because it isn’t something to get your panties in a bunch about and that made the line go by really quickly.  Some people were going a little psycho but I found it hysterical.  Then after our two hour wait we got to go into Buddy’s Bakery.  He wasn’t there of course, but it was still so crowded ha.

Just so you know-I didn’t take a photo of anything I didn’t sample.  All of these were the bomb.com and fueled me for some pretty decent runs.  That may or may not have been my dinner last night and tonight too.  I think we spent close to 100 dollars there.  BAHAHA  #lamesaucefatties

I loved all the tart cakes
These were the moms fav.
You can never go wrong with red velvet. EVER.
But these cupcakes are adorbs and were also my dinner last night.

If we had come earlier and were around the area. My 21st birthday cake would have come from here.
My favorite were the glazed fruit tart cakes with cake batter icing underneath the fruit.

So in short. I’m not too sure why I have complained about my last few runs because this is all I have been eating. I was going to post a food blog about my NYC eats…but uh here ya go. 😉

Questions for you:

  1. 1.       Have you ever seen TLC’s Cake Boss?
  2. 2.       Have you ever had an experience with protests  and the police getting involved?  (That is a pretty bizarre question I guess). 
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