Home, Sweet Home

We are back in the U.S. Of A. and I’ve had quite the experience on our vacation. I would like to start today with a few mini experiences and things I learned as well-

Montezuma doesn’t play around.
I like to say I have an iron stomach to the point that I have bragged about it. When they say don’t drink the water, they mean it… Do. Not. Drink. The. Water. That’s all I have to say about that.

Mexico is phenomenally beautiful.
I knew this because I’m a huge Mexico fan and have traveled there multiple times, but had to say it again. Mostly for the Mexico haters. Yes, there are drug cartels. Yes, the news says it’s scary. But east New York is scary too. Don’t go to the dangerous parts of Mexico – don’t go to the dangerous parts of the Bronx.


Exchange your money- it’s worth it… Literally.
We didn’t exchange enough and we definitely lost out money wise. The exchange rate in Mexico changes as you go to different places. No matter what, you are losing money if you are using dollars, pounds, euros. So change it!

Just because you’re not home in the comfort of your own gym or space doesn’t mean you have a reason not to work out!
I know it’s tempting to say eff it, I’ll go when I’m home. I’m on vacation. But talk about stress free. I was able to enjoy myself so more by running every other day and going to the gym. We also made it a point to walk everywhere everyday, bike ride, kayak, and stay busy.


And, last but certainly not least!

When they screw up your flight, take the free extra day and the flight voucher -chaching- (great story) and make it an extra getaway. They are paying for your transportation and stay in an all inclusive resort in Cancun anyways. Might as well enjoy it!
This happened to us! They overbooked the flight, fabulous job U.S. airways and thus ensued our one night free stay in Cancun. Can’t make it up!

If there’s any piece of advice I can give to any single person- travel. Things are nice. Travel memories last forever. The experiences you receive, whether good or bad, can’t be purchased. Life was made for living.

Where’s your favorite place to vacation to?
What’s your favorite vacation story?!


Viva La Mexico!

As we depart for Mexico I would love to bid you all a week long farewell! We have packed tons of running goods and we are looking forward to some beautiful runs! I have also made sure to pack the necessities of life- 7 bathing suits… The norm.

On that note- enjoy the mugshots of our passports, my lovely nails, a selfie (hello! This one was mandatory), and pesos. Tell me that’s not a badass picture. It’s definitely about $30 USD. Shhh.






I’m looking forward to sand, sun (while fully covered – can’t get too greedy with lupus), excursions, romance, and food. There is only one thing I’m missing- the fedora. Oh well, first world problems.

Adios muchachos!

One Mans Trash

How about a beautiful day to get you off of your couch and into the sunlight for a run?! There are no excuses when the sun is shining, my friend!

Yesterday John and I decided to look up places other than the boardwalk to run- don’t mistake my desire to traverse other locations as scandalous, I’m still loyal to my OG, but I needed something new. We decided to hit up Norman J. Levy Park for a longer run since I have been slacking hard. Unfortunately, my knee has been severely inflamed and it has limited my long runs.

When we arrived at the park I was confused- why are there hills?! That may seem like an odd question, but in Long Island, there are no hills. Here is what I’ve learned while living in Long Island: hills can only mean one thing around this parts, it’s a landfill. And yes, that’s exactly what the Norman J. Levy Park was! A dump! And it has since been converted to a park and conservation area.

John and I looped the area twice because it isn’t that large of a park. We made sure to do the uphill trails which was a nice challenge and made me feel severely out of shape. There was also a great view (once you got past the industrial nastiness that can exist around here) of the manhattan skyline.

The park also provides workout stations that we stopped at a few times, but mostly just to make fun of ourselves… Chin-ups are not in my immediately future.



The park even has Nigerian Dwarf goats that are used to naturally keep the area hedged and trimmed nicely, as opposed to using gas guzzling mowers. This was and added bonus for me because I got to attempt to make friends for a good half hour.



While this might all sound bizarre, the park was actually quite nice. Other sweet perks include my farmers tan that I acquired over the course of an hour. The best part of the tan is the mark from the arm band for my iPod- it’s like a badge of pride. Oh, this tan, yeah, I ran outside… No big deal. And with marathon day quickly approaching, it was nice to get in a slightly longer run of 6.5 miles.

I loved the park for another reason too, it was as though new life has been given to waste. Under our feet were the forgotten memories, like a garbage graveyard that was able to have a rebirth in the way we all hope our memory lives on and is given a sense of purpose. And suddenly, that phrase has some more meaning behind it, one persons trash is another persons treasure, or, at least it can become that way!

Please learn more about the park and their conservation efforts by clicking here! And if you live in Long Island, be sure to check out a dump near you!


Full Fridges and Sunshine

These are a few of my favorite things!



I loath the supermarket- but! One of the most beautiful things is a full fridge.

There is something extra scrumptious and exciting when you get to use all of your fresh new food! Warm oatmeal with brown sugar, cinnamon, maple syrup, honey, blueberry Greek yogurt, and sliced kiwi- get in me.



And omigoodyummyness- let me tell you about tuna steaks. They can be quite fabulous when you have your own personal grill master. And on a sunny day- life can’t get better.

Today I just existed. I woke up when I wanted to, I did laundry when it was convenient, I watched a ton of television, I read and blogged. John and I watched his parents dog, Gizmo, and took him on the slowest walk in the history of walks. Getting down a block legitimately took 15 minutes. Not by choice, but by tiny dog legs.


Being lackadaisical is refreshing every once in a while. Try it sometime.

How do you Sunday?! What’s your idea of the perfect sunday?

Things you never thought you would care to know about me…

And possibly still don’t!

My, my, my am I honored to have been selected by the lovely Five Years for a Liebster Award! Because I’ve been so out of the blogosphere for the week, this was the perfect time to reacquaint me with writing!

I’m super excited to share a bunch of info that I never intended on sharing with any of you! Hope you enjoy!

1. What is the worst date you have ever been on?
I’ve been fortunate and have to admit that not too many have been bad. Instead, I can tell you about the worst date I never got to go on- because he didn’t show up! We planned to meet at Stout in Manhattan for a drink before I went to a concert with friends (this is a great move by the way- plan a first date within time constraints. When you have to go, you have to go. If it’s wonderful you will meet again another time. If it’s terrible, run, you’re home free!) I’m at this place waiting, look at my watching, waiting look at my watch. It got to the point that a group of guys came up to me to ask if I was ok. I finally get a call from my non date and he says he got caught up at work and stopped real quick for happy hour with coworkers- Is this real life? Believe it or not, we never reconnected after that. I did however get a phone number from one of the nice concerned gentlemen at Stout.

2. What is something you lied to your parents about?
I’m not a liar- and when I do lie, I might as well just tell the truth because I’m going to get caught. After my first kiss I called my mom into the living room to have a confessional session.

3. Are you married? If yes what is your advice to a single gal? If no what is your favorite part of being single?
I’m not married, I’m just living in sin with my boyfriend of three years. Here’s a story and take it how you will- The other day John told me something he loves about me is that I have my own life. I have friends and hobbies and I love my girl nights. Something I love about him is that he has his own life too.

4. What is the first thing you do when you get sad?
First, I wallow in my own misery for a few minutes. Then I hate that I’m wallowing so I usually blast music and try to dance it off. When that doesn’t work, there’s always chocolate.

5. Why did you start blogging?
Last May I had a flare with Lupus and I was at a terrible place in my life. I decided to make changes in my activity levels, food choices, and decided to regain my life. After taking to the boardwalk one day at six in the morning I was amazed to complete my first two mile run by myself. I sat on the boardwalk as the sun was coming up and I could hear my heart racing. I began to cry, completely overcome with emotions. How the hell did I just run? was probably the exact thought I was having. I felt so inspired by the changes I was making that I felt this need to write- 52 miles per month, the amount I intended on running, was born!

6. Best advice to a new blogger?
Write for yourself. This is my therapy. If you are caught up in what others think if your writing you will miss the whole point.

7. What is your biggest dream in life???
It’s not a dream as much as it’s what I want out of life- maintain balance. Find the joy in the simplicity of living while still continuously taking myself out of my comfort zone. When I was younger I allowed myself to become jaded when I had no right to be jaded about anything- I had no life experience yet I was far too blasé about my new experiences. That’s no way to live. Stop and feel the sand between your toes. One of my favorite memories of last summer was after a solid run- I walked onto the beach alone, switched my music over the Jack Johnson, and watched the waves crashing.

8. Do you believe in fate?
No. But I do believe that if it doesn’t feel right it’s because you haven’t gotten to where you are supposed to be. I believe that events in our life lead us on a journey to our destiny- I just don’t believe this journey is predestined. Unless it’s like one of those Goosebumps books that gave you choices… Don’t make the wrong choice!

9. How old were you when you got your first kiss?? and please share the story…
You will have to ask my mom about that story- I told you. It was a confessional.

10. What is your favorite feature on who ever you may be physically attracted to???
I’m going to go with the weirdest possible answer and say calves- firstly, I love calves. Not to be confused with the baby cow kind, just to clarify. They symbolize strength. You got those things because you haul ass and work hard. I love that John’s calves have gotten massive since he started running with me, it reminds me that he’s my partner in crime running.

11. What is one question you want to ask a famous person and who are you asking??
I would love to go to a conference of strong women- no one famous person in particular. I don’t even have a question in particular. I’m going to get greedy with this question and state that I want a full on discussion about empowerment of women. Then we can all be besties. All blog friends are invited to this imaginary conference. RSVP ASAP.


The Liebster Award is given to bloggers by other bloggers. It is a great way to connect with new bloggers, and to welcome them to the blogosphere.

Here are the rules:

1. Link back to the blogger who nominated you.
2. Answer the 11 questions given to you by the blogger who nominated you.
3. Nominate 11 other bloggers with less than 200 followers.
4. Go to the blogs you nominated and notify them of your nomination.
5. Give your nominees 11 questions to answer.

Questions for my bloggy friends:
1. What inspires you on a day to day basis?!
2. Why do you write?
3. How do you feel about excise… Honestly?!
4. If you could wake up anywhere in the world where would you wake up and why?
5. You have a choice- you can ride a bike or walk. The distance isn’t far. What so you choose?
6. What’s your go to beverage of choice?
7. Describe a challenging obstacle you have faced and how you dealt with it.
8. Describe a childhood memory that you believe shaped you.
9. When you were a kid what did you imagine for your life by this point? For example… I was convinced I was supposed to be married two years ago with a child on the way. I was also going to be either a veterinarian or an actress- obviously.
10. What brings you the greatest joy in life?
11. How do you like to spend your Sunday?!

Here are some wonderful blogs that I’m recommending and awarding:

Don’t Blink Just Run
Irish Runner Chick
Cappy Writes
Joy Runner
So What, I Run
I Didn’t Have my Glasses On
Chocolate Covered Race Medals
Forty is the New Thirty
Strong Like my Coffee
Tone it With Tori

True story: I broke a few Liebster Award rules. I may have included people with over 200 followers. And I may not have counted how many blogs I’ve given shout outs to. And I may have only linked their blogs and not directly posted on their page. But I’ll get around to that. This is how I live life on the edge, I break rules.

“We should all be feminists”

We teach girls to shrink themselves
To make themselves smaller
We say to girls
“You can have ambition
But not too much
You should aim to be successful
But not too successful
Otherwise you will threaten the man”
Because I am female
I am expected to aspire to marriage
I am expected to make my life choices
Always keeping in mind that
Marriage is the most important
Now marriage can be a source of
Joy and love and mutual support
But why do we teach to aspire to marriage
And we don’t teach boys the same?
We raise girls to each other as competitors
Not for jobs or for accomplishments
Which I think can be a good thing
But for the attention of men
We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings
In the way that boys are
Feminist: the person who believes in the social
Political, and economic equality of the sexes

-chimamanda ngozi adichie

I love this quote- and that’s an understatement. Ladies, play nice with one another – I recall a time in 8th grade as the new girl in town. At that time, I had the misfortune of being liked by the boy to like (Hey Bri, still love ya!) needless to say, the mutual crush that we developed became problematic when my friend liked him too. I decided to let her know how I felt- Neither of us needs him- girlfrenz before menz. Preach. We agreed and the backstabbery began. She tried to snatch him right up from underneath me! This was my first, but not last, underhanded girl relationship.

It frustrates me to no end that we do this to one another. Girls are girls worst enemies. We judge, we talk, we snicker, we gossip. We are just straight up evil sometimes. Well, today I say no more! Girls, lay down your weapons, and by weapons I’m referring to that stink eye you’ve been giving me all day!

Today I will be surrounded by women in celebration of my dear friend Molly and her husband to be Nate! Hug a girlfriend today- or just be nice. That works too.

The Selfie

The selfie: a photo of oneself, preferably when you look dang good. Of course.

Today I wrote a passive aggressive status on Facebook- I couldn’t help myself. It was as though my deepest rooted annoyances splurged out of my fingers at once…

Stop taking selfies- we all do it, but YOU are out of control. We are sick of your face.

If you read this and thought I was directing this at you… Stop.

As I rewrote that, I had a laugh with myself. Partially because I think it’s true and partially because I realize how obnoxious I have a tendency to be. In all reality, I hate passive aggressiveness. If you’re going to direct comments towards people, be upfront. However, the growing trendepidemic of the selfie leads me to direct this post to no individual in particular… Just all of us.

I get it. I am guilty of the selfie- I take them to check my makeup, I take them to see how my butt looks in a bathing suit if I’m in a picture in my bathing suit, I take them to send to my friends on snapchat, I take them because I feel good.

Sometimes when I feel particularly adorable I wish I could snap a picture and have my friends drown me in compliments. That’s the way I always imagined I would die- drowned in compliments. However, something stops me every time I peruse through twenty photos of myself posing in the passenger seat of a car- I’m being an asshole. No one actually woke up and thought to themselves, Today, I hope Talia posts a photo of herself at her desk. I hope she lets me know that today is a slow day, but hey, TGIF.

Maybe we only share when we feel our best, and we share our desired reality. But I don’t want you to only know the world that I have manifested for myself behind a computer screen- because, it’s not the whole truth. I am not perfect. My hair is not always done. I am not always running or doing yoga or spreading positivity. Sometimes I eat entire chocolate Easter bunnies by myself when I’m home alone (see: yesterday) Sometimes I am unbelievably whiny and enjoy using the phrase- today I hate everyone.

And this is not always me:


But this isn’t either:

And so after posting a whole lot of nastiness, I requested (under my own selfie) a selfie of others… And the results are in:










And what I realized is these pictures make me so happy- I asked for a selfie and I got one. With pets, and babies, and funny faces. We take selfies because they can be quite the good time. So selfie away- just slow your roll… We know what you look like.