NYC got a bit of snow this weekend.
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Usually I’d be annoyed because Saturday is my long run day, but this time I enjoyed the snow storm from inside a nice, warm house in New Jersey with my pal Meghan, her sister Erin and family.
We frosted cupcakes, chopped vegetables, played with Erin’s adorable baby girl and 4 year-old son and got ready for Meghan’s baby shower.
(I did the pink ones. Erin was a much better froster with the blue ones)
Meghan is one of my first really good friends to have a baby, and it’s so weird to see the person with whom I enjoyed many adult beverages and share far too many ridiculous experiences in college get ready to be a mom.
(Meg and I at dinner)
But even though we did a lot of dumb things in college (so, so many), I knew even then Meghan would be a great mom. She inspired me to cook instead of buying takeout from the pizza place below our building every day, and even helped me bake my first fish fillet in the oven. I think it was cod, and I remember being so proud of myself (I probably chased it with a bud light, but still).
With Meghan, I always felt taken care of. She has an effortless, motherly quality that made me want to sit on her bed and talk about anything and everything. Or just skip class, cuddle and watch a Lifetime movie.
And then get shitfaced on cheap vodka or a few 40′s of OE (we were SO CLASSY).
Not going to lie, I’m a teeny bit freaked out that some of my friends are having kids and I’m not even a little bit close. But when I see Meghan with her cute little baby bump, life feels exactly how it should be (for her and me), and I can’t imagine anyone better equipped to be a fantastic mom.
I can already picture telling her new little one how Meghan and I were the most exemplary college students that never did anything remotely dangerous or illegal. Except those twenty or so times that one time…
Running!
Since I took Saturday off of running, the plan was about 12 early miles on Sunday. And to be honest, I did NOT want to run at all. It was cold, it was going to be icy, and my bed was nice and warm.
Usually thoughts like this can screw up a run before I even start, but as soon as I got to Central Park it was on. I felt great, the roads were pretty clear and the snow was beautiful.
12 snowy and surprisingly peppy miles later, I returned to my apartment energized and ever so thankful I got my butt out of bed and out the door.
Question: Did you run in the snow this weekend? Are all of your friends having babies and/or getting married too??






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