scenes from a weekend

This weekend, I crossed a bunch of things off my summer checklist: We ate lobster rolls from the Red Hook Lobster Pound, took the East River Ferry and rode our bikes around Governor's Island. I also went to a bachelorette bash and karaoke b-day party. On the docket for today? Laundry, cleaning, running, writing and maybe a well-earned nap.

being brave

I recently wrote a piece on how extreme athletes handle fear. It was really interesting to put together, and something one of the athletes said stuck with me, which was along the lines of: "Fear is like a muscle, you have to challenge yourself to get stronger." It's so true, isn't it? That got me thinking about older versions of myself back in high school and even college: I used to be more afraid of what people thought of me, scared to speak in public, doubtful of my abilities. But stepping out of my comfort zone throughout the years has helped me shed those fears and strengthen my courage muscle. Today, when I zipped on my road bike to meet some friends for a ride, I remembered how nervous I used to be to ride through traffic -- and it made me realize how far I've come. So here's to constantly pushing myself, conquering things that make my stomach turn and being the person I know I can be.

magical moment

This weekend, I swam with dolphins! The adventure girls and I headed to Long Beach Island, New Jersey for a surf weekend. Although I got a board to the face and couldn't really catch any good waves, it was so much fun. We ate Skipper Dipper ice cream and Pinky's seafood. And one of the coolest things ever happened: Heather and I were lounging out back on our boards when I heard a little snort. I looked up and caught sight of a tail fin—and assumed it was a splashy fish. Then I did a double-take. There were about 10 or so dolphins, diving playfully into the surf. They were so close— just 10 feet away—and the whole thing was so magical! I didn't even know dolphins hung out at the Jersey Shore. (DJ Pauly Dolphin, anyone?) But it was an amazing reminder that sometimes it's not the end goal that matters; it's the entire experience.

way back when...

...I lived in Bed-Stuy, my little cat always stuck her tongue out. I'm not sure why, but it never failed to make me laugh. Sometimes I miss that neighborhood, even though I was stuck on the G train and there were few banks and grocery stores. There was always a sense of life and electricity in the air. I just loved playing handball with my little pals while waiting for my laundry and yelling Marco-Polo at the local swimming pool. Good times!

little letters

Dear hot and humid weather,
Ugh. Please go away.

Dear hair follicles,
What do you think, guys? Is it time to change things up?

Dear Miami, Honolulu, Paris and Barcelona,
I'm looking at you. (Fingers crossed.) Get ready!

Dear NYC beauty standards,
I like a good mani/pedi as much as the next girl, but who decided that this should be the norm? I don't have the time, money or patience to get my beat-up runner's nails done up on the regular. I'd much rather put my cash to a fun race or adventure, or, you know, retirement.

we are so cool

Sometimes we may or may not...

Wear funny glasses and take Photo Booth pictures.
Sing 90s R&B ballads to each other and the cat.
Put Googley eyes on random things, like dust balls and bamboo plants.
Express our love for each other through interpretive dance.

It's not easy being this fabulous.

guinea pig

One of the funny things about working in women's magazines is that you're often recruited to be a guinea pig. A pal of mine wrote an arm makeover story in Redbook recently and asked if I would try it out. A lot of those we-tried-it pieces are smoke and mirrors, but this routine was a real winner. (Check it out. It's in the August issue; all you need are a pair of dumbbells.) It was fast and easy—and take a look at those guns. Ha!