Week 1: Sprints, Headgear, & a Gelato Tasting.

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This weekend was filled with intense training sessions. Definitely far more than I’ve been doing up until now. 10 – 3 minute rounds (with 30 second rest) was definitely the biggest physical challenge I’ve ever had until the next day with 30/40 minutes of conditioning drills. After each round I kept thinking “Ok, that must be the end… it couldn’t possibly keep going” and yet it did. I couldn’t help, but laugh through most of it (when I wasn’t desperately trying to gasp for air- my breathing could stand some work). I’m not complaining by the way. I’m no huge fan of sprints or anything (a giant understatement), but take my word for it… Sprints will become my favorite activity before this is all over.  Continue reading

Heat. Goals. Snap Chat.

IMG_1126This weekend weather has been relentlessly dull. Grey clouds, constant drizzle, and oh so hot. I dragged my sweaty ass out of the apartment, nonetheless and enjoyed myself (gasp). The subway stations in the summer time are arguably the most uncomfortable place in the city. It feels like you’re in a sauna, only the lovely smelling oils are replaced with piss and garbage. Going down into that sewage heat cellar after the gym is by far the worst. All I can think is why nobody around me is sweating. What the fuck kind of pores are these people sporting? I mean, I’m drenched in sweat trying not to touch anything and begging the universe to make my train appear like 5 minutes ago and the people next to me are just chilling on their phones. No sweat. Not even one drop. I don’t get it. It’s not just hot, it’s steaming. By the time I get onto the train I’m one sweat drop away from looking like I just stepped out of the shower.  Continue reading

Well, Hot Damn. It’s End of July.

IMG_8194I feel like this blog is some sort of hobby from a past life. I haven’t even thought about it since the last entry. How sad. I was already to go and start a whole new project: a book. That is until I realized I had too many other things on my plate at the moment. Writing a weekly entry in a blog takes time, but outlining/composing/editing an entire book is whole new ball game. One which I definitely plan to play, just not at the moment. Continue reading

How to Move to NYC Without a Job: 5 Steps to Prepare

You want to move to New York, but you don’t have a ready-to-go job. You’re scared, nervous, and filled with an overwhelming amount of self-doubt. Good. Grab onto that fear and doubt and hold on tight because you’re going to want to have it nearby when you tell it to go shove it.

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I’ve had a couple of people ask me how I made the move… so here it is. Before I dig in, please understand that my experience is not everyone’s experience. My background may not match your background, but many of the things I deem necessary [I think] will come in handy for anyone in preparation for moving here. I’ll do another post (maybe) on what to do when you actually get here.

This is what I did in preparation for moving to NYC without a job.

DSC_4669Going on my first job interview in NYC in July 2014

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2016: My New Pink Gloves & the Central Park Proposal.

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2016 is here. NYE in the city is crazy. Crazy expensive. Crazy drunken. And mainly crazy unattractive. So I stayed away. Instead I spent the evening with one of my lovely roommates and a few friends at a Brooklyn bar. Last year this time I was sick, alone, and in bed. I’d say I made quite an improvement. I wore my very favorite heels and vowed to wear them more often. Because they’re just too damn beautiful to sit all lonely in my closet. Continue reading

Alas, we meet again.

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Ok, so I needed a break. Sue me. It took me 13 blogs before I created one that actually stuck; for over a year! Alas, I grew tired of writing about the same old drudgery that became my life in NYC. With the Honeymoon phase over, I needed a real break from constantly admiring my surroundings and give myself time to really hate this place. You know, like a real New Yorker. Not that, by any means, do I consider myself one. Continue reading