Winter Nature In NYC And a Delicious Meal

A little winter running tour of NYC nature (yes, for anyone feeling snarky, there is nature in this city, although you do have to actively seek it out):

It was nice to break up my running with picture-taking. Confession: I have been majorly bored by running lately. Anyone have any fun workout boredom solutions?

I came back and cooked up a giant meal for myself:

Apple-smoked bacon, two sunny side up eggs, mushroom/sweet potato hash cooked in bacon fat, half a grapefruit, and flax quinoa bread (from WF.  I think I’m in love) with coconut butter.  For some reason this was the only meal I really wanted today.  I had some snacks, but didn’t want anything else substantial.  And I didn’t want any other foods either.  Just this.  Maybe I’m going through a food phase.

I think I like this phase.

I am hoping to migrate my blog to caronae.com tomorrow! Fingers crossed!  I am also hoping to figure out how to design some of my own layout and make it smooth and professional looking. If anyone has any tips, feel free to share. 🙂

I just feel like I’m finally ready to move into the “serious” blogging world.  I have this feeling in my center that it’s the right thing to do at this point in time.

See you all tomorrow my loves (hopefully)!

Adventure Saturday: Mermaid Edition.

Today’s Happy Note: Ocean.  Water.  Beach.  Sand.  Seashells.  Waves.  Boardwalk.  Wading.  Wet.  Island.  Mermaids.

I had a spectacular Adventure yesterday!  Any guesses based on my Happy Note?  If you don’t live in NY you probably have no idea what I’m talking about.

So what am I talking about?  Coney Island and the Mermaid Parade of course!

Not really sure how to describe the Mermaid Parade.  Other than that it is a parade.  Of Mermaids and such.  It’s just one of those random New York things that everybody loves.  There were goth mermaids, dead mermaids, sexy mermaids, drag mermaids, mermen, child mermaids, pink mermaids, fairy mermaids. Any kind of mermaid. You name it, it was there.

The mermaids were all beautiful, I thought.  Although some just seemed to be taking advantage of the opportunity to wear as little clothing as possible.  It was hot as hell.  What I liked most about the Parade was seeing so many different women — of all ages, races, shapes, heights, backgrounds.  All of whom were, for the most part, comfortable in their own skin.  I saw stretch marks and tummies and thighs.  But I also saw dancing and confidence and smiles.  To me, this is amazing.  It made me want to feel comfortable too.  Just being there was inspiring.  Hopefully I’ll be a little less afraid to prance around the beach in a swimsuit next time!

To all the women out there — mermaids or not — you are lovely the way you are.  Thank you for the vibrancy of your personality and your ability to dance.

But there was more than just mermaids!  Also:

Friends!

I love jumping in and out of the waves.  Oceans are the best thing ever.  Believe it or not, despite living in NYC for three years, I had never set foot in the ocean here before yesterday.

Next up: Wheel of Wonder.

I fueled myself with lots of yummy things!

Apples, peas, moose tracks ice cream.  Perfection.

One spectacular Saturday Adventure.  I just might be headed off on another Adventure right now.  You’ll have to come back tonight to see! 🙂

Happy Sunday friends!  Plans?  Adventures?  Shenanigans?  Escapades?

Highlights!

Today’s Happy Note: The air! Have you considered how wonderful it is recently?  Warm, cool, thick, light, scented, fresh, breezy.  It can be very relaxing and soothing.

Thanks for some well thought-out and compassionate comments yesterday!  As I read them and thought more about my blogdentity, I realized that I truly enjoy blogging about both emotional and physical well-being; my problem lies in the organization of it all!  So, going forward, I intend on doing some housekeeping and make posts more organized — I might have categories or sections or something.  It’s more for myself because I don’t want to feel all over the place!  As for content, I like what I write about.  No point changing that!

Writing is great fun for me.  I know that it will be a big part of my future.  Not sure how yet, but, to let you in on my deepest secret: I do plan on putting together a book of poetry and prose, hopefully within the next year.  There, I said it.  I would love to have a first book out before I graduate.

My camera is not transferring my pictures, sadly.  I think maybe my memory card is full?  There are just over 3000 pictures on it.  Anybody know about these things?  Do I need a new card?

So no photos 😦

Highlights!

-Kashi Honey Sunshine: why, why, why was I so afraid to try this cereal?  I have always hated pillow shaped cereals so I never tried it.  That was a terrible decision on my part because these are most excellent; very honey-flavored.  In other cereal news: WF Peanut Butter Pows taste exactly like Reese’s Puffs cereal!

-Yoga with my cousin tonight!  Perfect relaxing Friday workout.

-Got important things done at both jobs.

-Union Square in the evening.

-Triple chocolate cookie for Cookie Friday and a chocolate peanut Mr. Softee cone.  It was one of those days.

-Relaxing with my Erica Jong book (if you can call her writing “relaxing”).

-Fun plans for tomorrow (it’s gonna be an Adventure Saturday — I think my Fridays are now too busy for Adventures!)

See you tomorrow, hopefully with some pretty pictures and epic tales!

Night night.

Ultramarathoner

Today’s Happy Note: See rest of post 🙂

My morning started off bright and early at 9 am…doing laundry.  I had such a busy week with schoolwork, blogging, running, and the ten billion other things I do that I had not had time to wash clothes and I had nothing to wear for the ultra!  Good thing we weren’t starting until noon 🙂

I started getting really nervous an hour or so beforehand.  I thought, “what if I don’t finish?  That would be mega humiliating seeing as I’ve already DONE IT ONCE BEFORE.”  I got over it once we all met up in the center of campus and started getting nice and hype.  I figured it would just be me and the boy who organized it again (Damion — he’s training for a hundred miler!!!!!!) but eleven people showed up!  Insanity.  Pure insanity.  Not everyone had run very far though so some people only planned on going as far as they could.  But somehow eight of us managed to finish!  Spectacular.

BTW, this isn’t a real “race”.  It’s put on by the CU Road Runners club, but there are no aid stations, no volunteers, no timing, no bibs, and no medals.  Made me feel all the more hardcore 🙂

The best part apart our pre-race hype-fest?  Meeting Ada from NYCollegeEats.  I didn’t know she was running it until she left me a comment yesterday and I was so excited to have a “friend” there and meet her!  We talked a lot; we have a ton of random things in common.  We both have November birthdays, were serious swimmers in HS, and are allergic to shellfish (but only true shellfish).  In case you couldn’t tell, there is a lot of time for chatting during an ultra.  BTW Ada, sorry if I wasn’t too talky during the second half; as my energy waned I realized that talking was just one more unnecessary energy expenditure.

Damion took a bunch of action shots during the race.  Here’s a few:

The details:

Manhattan is an island.  Islands have perimeters.  Manhattan is a medium-ish island with a perimeter of approximately 33 miles.  Our journey took us around the perimeter of the island, following the water as closely as possible (there are some areas where there is no path along the river, so you have to move inland a bit). Because of slight diversions and such, it ended up being 34 miles.  It took us 6 hours and 40-something minutes.  For reasons which  I will later explain though, it could have been a good bit faster.

The first 15 miles were really quite uneventful.  I felt a bit tight for the first 4 or so, but no worries.  One of the nice things about this route is that, starting in the middle of the island and heading north first, you hit most of the hills in the first half, some of which are serious.  We slowly made our way around the top of the island.  I loved seeing bits and pieces of every neighborhood; you really see New York in a way you haven’t before.  Like who knew where the school bus storage area was?  Or that there is a random industrial/auto park on the East side of Inwood?  Or that the drivers are really obnoxious and seem to have no problem almost running over ten tired runners?  Okay we already knew that part, but you get the point.  I think my favorite parts to run in were Inwood Hill Park (it’s very beautiful and huge), East Harlem for its character, and the Lower East Side because the people are so diverse.  Although they do tend to get in your way.  But whatever.

Miles 15-20 were by no means bad, but I started feeling like, “okay, this is definitely a long run!”  Up until then, my legs had felt amazing.  We hit the halfway point in there somewhere, and I think that was sort of where I mentally gave permission to myself to finally feel what was really going on.  I wished we could have had some sort of mileage signs; it was a beautiful day out and there were a ton of runners, tourists, and just generally people exploring.  I wanted all of them to know exactly how far I was going!  Around mile 20 or so, my emotions started going haywire; I experienced a similar feeling last time I did this so it didn’t take me by surprise, at least.  It’s really strange, actually.  I started feeling wildly upset/angry/joyful/confused/tearful at really inappropriate times.  This effect only gets worse the further you go.  For example,  if a walker or biker got in my way, I became infuriated.  It was sort of funny, I won’t lie.  I wish I would have had a video of myself.  I almost cried when someone in the group wanted to do something I didn’t (like stop at a water fountain or run on the other side of the sidewalk)!

Miles 20-26 were alright.  You definitely don’t feel as bad as you might during that segment of a marathon, because for one thing, you aren’t trying to go fast at all, and for another, you know that you most definitely won’t be done at 26.2!  It started getting painful to start back up again after even brief stops during this segment.  But the scenery and people kept me entertained.  Where else can you run by old people doing tai chai next to bunch of high school hipsters and men in business suits?  Nowhere.  New York is special.

Warning: mini rant ahead. While most members of our group were definitely ready for this distance (they had run three or four hours at a time before or done marathons or half-marathons), some clearly were not.  I really respect the determination and self-drive that it takes for anyone to push themselves through an ultra, but if you are unprepared, you risk injury or not being able to run again for a while.  There were one or two people in our group who simply weren’t quite ready.  I say this as someone who has spent the last seven years doing distance running, starting with half-miles, moving up to two miles, then 5ks, 10ks, 10-milers, halves, 18-20 milers, and then ultras (I skipped the marathon distance, but because my endurance was and is so good, it didn’t make much of a difference).  Seven years people.  That’s how long it’s taken me to get to a point where I can run 34 miles at once without a problem.  Maybe it won’t take everyone seven years to get to this point, but it strikes me as slightly problematic to go from 8 miles to ultras.

Because of the problem outlined above, we had to stop.  A lot.  Quick bathroom and water breaks are, of course, to be expected, but they were nowhere near as excessive in my last ultra.  We probably stopped for 5+ minutes at least 5 times.  To me, this takes away from the racing/pushing myself aspect a teeny bit.  Additionally, I find it really hard to stop and start during long runs.  After 27 miles, you really want to just keep going. We even stopped for a break two miles from the end.  Seriously, people?  Two miles.  I was extremely annoyed at that point.  I suspect that I could have finished around 6-ish hours if we had not stopped/slowed down so much.

I definitely plan on doing this run at some point again in the future and we probably won’t have this same exact problem.  Maybe next time I’ll be able to go for time.

To clarify, I wasn’t angry, but I was annoyed and concerned for the health of all involved.  That is all.  End rant.

Phew!  Sorry guys.  That may have come across as obnoxious.  Sorry.  Thoughts?

Anyways, where were we?  Oh, 26.2.  So we passed through the marathon mark.  It’s sort of an odd feeling to hit it and then realize you still have eight more miles.  I actually kind of started feeling strong and powerful on and off from here to the end of the “race”.  It was surprising but also satisfying.  It made me realize that I am an endurance athlete.  If I can turn on the gas at mile 31, well, I think that’s pretty sweet.  It also made me understand just how fit I am — I can run for seven hours (and could, I think, have gone up to 40 or so miles).  That is special.

We thought and talked about food A LOT during those last eight miles.  I dreamed of all the delicious things I wanted to eat upon finishing 🙂  Another thing that happened at this point is I reached the confusion/delirium state.  Do I have any runners out there who know what I am referring to?  Well, let me tell you, it’s hilarious! I spent ten minutes trying to figure out what 22 plus 9 was (I thought we were at 22 and had 9 left at one point, which doesn’t make any sense at all now that I think about it, because I knew it was going to be at least 33).  I kept telling myself that it was either 34 or 35.  Then I settled on 32.  It wasn’t until several minutes later that I realized it was actually 31.  After the race, I did things like try to take my cell phone into the shower (as opposed to my towel!) and shampooed my hair twice (instead of using conditioner the second time).

Last mile was painful, as expected.  The finish is at the top of two staircases, which makes things tricky, but we all finished together and everyone was just so thrilled to be done.

I’m below the guy in the orange shirt and Ada is right below me.

All in all, it was a grueling, painful, thrilling, wonderful experience.  How many people can call themselves ultramarathoners?  Well, I’ve done two, so if anyone can, I get to (although I think anyone who has done one can too!).  I feel like an endurance athlete.  No, scratch that, a good endurance athlete.  I have done sports my entire life — gymnastics, swimming, diving, track — but I was always pretty middle of the pack.  With distance running, I feel like I’m a somebody.  I feel like I can be not exactly one of the best, but good.  I could probably beat 99.9% of people in an ultramarathon.  It’s nice to feel like I have an athletic talent.  I feel proud.

I took pictures of everything I ate today to make sure I was eating enough of the right things, but not going overboard.  I think I only ended up at about 3300 calories, which is probably less than I burned during the run, but I’m not hungry anymore.  I’m sure I’ll survive.  Most of the food isn’t that interesting (think lots of shot blocks, oatmeal, egg scrambles, froyo, apples) so I won’t share.

I am very very very tired.  Running 34 miles does that to a girl.  My next running goal is to conquer 40 miles and then I want to do a 50-miler.  I finally feel like I have my athletic niche.  It may be obscure.  It may be bizarre.  It may be exhausting and draining and sometimes it feels like death.  But I can run.  And I can keep running for a long, long time.  If I have nothing else, I have this.  And I love it.

Visual Running Tour and My Anti-Depressant Story

Today’s Positive Note: I’m nice.  I’m never aggressive, I don’t fight, and I just generally try to be sweet to people.  I call/send cards when called for, I bake cookies, etc.  I need to work on this with regards to my family though; I’m not always the nicest to them!

This morning’s run: I thought I’d give you a little visual tour.  If you have never lived in/run in Manhattan, this is proof that it’s really quite pretty, at least some areas.  I have a lot of different routes, so if you ever have questions about where to run/how to get to different parks, etc.,  feel free to ask me!

This morning I did five miles (probably more like 5.5. actually).  I was tired and sore and low on energy, so they werem’t spectacular or anything; it was just one of those “get it done” kind of days.  I have a random pain sort of behind my left hip socket, at the very top of the thigh in the back.  Anyone have any ideas?

Boats!

Ducks in a row!

 View of midtown from a pier.

 

Rocky shoreline.

Bark and leaves!

Berries.

Don’t eat these guys.

Sweaty Caronae after the run.

I spent two weeks worth of part-time income on textbooks today.  Blech. 

This is probably about one-third of the books I have bought/will buy for the semester. 

Very tasty brekkie:

Two sunny side up eggs, a honeybell orange (very juicy), green tea, and warm pumpkin muffin smeared with peanut butter.  Delicious.

Dinner was also noteworthy (don’t worry, I had snacks in between!):

A slightly different version of last night’s salad and a very special open-faced sammie.

Yes, that is whole wheat toast with hummus, cheddar, and avocado.  Cooked under the broiler for five minutes.  Best. Sandwich. Ever.  Try it!

And now for a little bit of mental health talk.

I know that I reference my depression a lot.  I talk about things that I do for myself; going to therapy; learning how to love myself.  But one big thing I haven’t really discussed is medicine.  Everyone has vastly different experiences with depression medication, even people who are taking the same drug.  Some good things happen and some bad things.  I firmly believe that not all depression medications are bad — they have sort of gotten a bad rap in the health world, and I can definitely see where people are coming from on this one.  I don’t think anyone should have to be dependent on a drug for happiness, and it certainly won’t give you joy or love or friendship.  But in some cases, and for some people, drugs can be useful.  So what follows are purely my own experiences, and, of course, I am not a doctor, and if you think you may need medication, or even just someone to talk to, I highly recommend that you go see a doctor!

I remember, as a child or young adolescent, being dragged to psychologists and psychiatrists by my mother.  Of course, I hated her for it, but now I recognize that, in all her motherly wisdom, she saw and understood things that my 12-year old self probably couldn’t see or understand.  Looking back, I think part of the problem for school.  from the time I was quite young, I remember hating school with a passion.  Every day was so icnredibly mundane that I could hardly stand to go back again the next day.  I didn’t hate school because it was a struggle for me or because I had social problems or because I just wasn’t intwerested.  I hated it because it never challenged me.  I lived in a small town, and while the schools were certainly good, there were no gifted programs, and I felt as though most of my classmates just weren’t as interested in knowing things as I was.  I firmly believe that every child is smart, we just have different sorts of smarts.  I had school smarts, and, unfortunately, these “samrts” were not stimulated.  I wanted to know everything about everything — and I tried to.  I read voraciously (even encyclopedias), I tested out of classes and did my own projects whenever I could, I went to Farsi classes on the weekends.  I think that in a lot of ways, this boredom sort of triggered something depressive that was already inside of me.  By the time I started high school, when I was 13, my day didn’t revolve around being happy, as it should have.  Don’t get me wrong, there were many things I did enjoy — being on the diving team, going to poetry performances, family trips to Canada.  But the majority of my time was spent sitting in classrooms being told things that, for the most part, I already knew.

It was around this time that I first began seeing doctors.  I honestly don’t remember what year I was first prescribed a medication; I was probably 14 or so.  Although this is not always the case, the first drug that I tried seemed to work well for me.  I refused to notice a difference, but my family members seemed to, so I stayed on it.  As an aside, I do not have the greatest mental health genetics, you could say.  Many members of  my immediate family and extended family suffer drom various mental health issues.  When I was 7 or 8, one of my mother’s brothers committed suicide.  So, from the very beginning, I didn’t have genetic luck on my side.

The drug that I started taking in high school is called Celexa, also known as Citalopram (generically).  The smallest dose is typically 20 milligrams, but because I was so young, and the larger dose gave me insomnia, I took just 10.  I stayed on this dose until I was 19.  My experiences with the drug have were not at all bad.  I don’t recall being miserable all the time.  I think that in some ways, the medicine was a necessary evil for me(I have actually heard my mother, who is a doctor, refer to anti-depressants in general in this way).  The medicine made my days more bearable, but it also, perhaps, numbed me a little bit.  I’m still not sure about this.  I had a lot of good experiences in high school, but I still wasn’t happy at the end.  Most days I was deeply sad, and a felt a general, pervasive gloom all the time.  It was like a rain cloud was following me around and making everything that should have been green or magenta or plum colored gray.

I think I may have tried to go off of the Celexa at some point, but it is a very difficult drug to get off of.  I would have serious, ongoing heart palpitations, and was in a constant state of anger and/or agitation.  When I came home from school last year and was referred to a psychiatrist, I tried a variety of different drugs.  Let’s go chronologically

1. I was, first, prescribed Lexapro (escitalopram — a sort of cousin of Celexa) by a school psychiatrist.  This, however, was not covered by my insurance, so I didn’t take it.

2. At home, a very bizarre psychiatrist prescribed me Wellbutrin (bupropion). I don’t remember the exact dosage, but it was clear from the start that something wasn’t right.  Many people have had success with this drug, including several members of my family, but  I became extremely irratibable and fragile.  I wanted it to work, because at this point, I was so desperate to be happy.  But I would become frustrated to the point of incapacity by the smallest things.  It was an incredibly strange month or so of my life (sidenote: during this time, I was not on the Celexa, and was also having icky withdrawal symptoms from that).  So yeah, bad times all around with the Wellbutrin.

3. When I told the wacky psychiatrist that my mom and I didn’t think the Wellbutrin was working, he seemed skeptical.  He kind of implied that any anti-depressant should work for anyone, and he also insisted that he’d never heard of anyone having Celexa withdrawl symptoms.  He then wrote me a prescription for Pristiq, a very new (and, in my opinion, not yet super well tested) drug.  Celexa is an SSRI (selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor), while Pristiq is an SNRI (serotonin-norepinephrine reuptake inhibitor).  Scientifically, I don’t know  what the difference is, but the Pristiq was not doing it for me.  I was shaky, anxious, and very cranky.  My doctor parents got me samples from their offices for free, but because the drug isn’t generic (or at least wasn’t), I would have had to pay and arm and a leg if I was actually getting it at the pharmacy.  Also not working.

4. My therapist recommended that I see a different psychiatrist, and this turned out to be a very good idea.  I’d had a feeling something fishy was going on with the crazy one.  Anyways, the new one was extremely knowledgeable, scientific, and just generally kind.  We decided that I should taper off the Pristiq, get back to the Celexa, and then try a higher dose of the Celexa.  Tapering off of anti-depressants can be quite tricky (see above for a wide variety of the symptoms I was having).  Doctors, however, have developed a clever solution that works for at least some of the medicines: the psychiatrist gave me a small dosage of a sedative to take while slowly lowering the dosage of the Pristiq.  I have no clue why the sedative thing works, but it did (the sedative was Clonazepam, also known as Klonopin).  By the end of August, 2009, I was back to my tiny dose of Celexa.  A few days later, after all the Pristiq and Weelbutrin were out of my system, I doubled the dose of Celexa.  Why didn’t anyone think of this before?  This seemed to work slightly better than the previous dosage, and I have been on it ever since.

The combination of the 20 mg of Celexa and having found a great therapist in New york has worked well for me, and I really do feel happier now than I have in the past few years.  Sorry for being so long-winded, but I feel like this is an important topic, and one that should be addressed with total honesty.  So there you go, that’s my anti-depressant story.  If you feel like you’re having problems, please find someone to talk to!  I would love for you to email me and we can talk about anything you want and I’d be happy to help you find a doctor or therapist near you.  There are more resources on my mental health page.

Thanks for reading about my experience.  It’s actually very cathartic to just put it all out there!

If you have taken an anti-depressant, did it help you?  If not, did you consciously choose not to?  In general, do you think these drugs are overused in our society? I’m curious what you guys think!

PS — if you’re uncomfortable leaving a comment (which is totally understandable), you can send me a message at caronaeh@gmail.com

An Unhealthy-ish Day

Today’s Positive Note: I eat very healthfully, most of the time (today sort of being an exception).  I actually really enjoy most healthy foods, because I was raised on them.  I try to cook my own meals with lots of yummy veggies, and breakfast is almost always oatmeal, or ocassionally kashi cereal.

Favorites:

Fruit: mango

Vegetable: spinach

Grain: oats or quinoa

Protein: salmon or peanut butter

Dairy: chocolate milk or greek yogurt

Treat: cupcakes

Do you already have really good habits or are you working on them?  I’ll probably share some easy healthy meal ideas as this blog moves forward.

Today was a really blah day.  Nothing bad happened, I just felt blah.  I had an icky headache, I got off work at 1:00 (in the afternoon) and came home and slept for a few hours, which didn’t help.  I drank a ton of water.  Also didn’t help.  I ate my weight in banana walnut chocolate chip bread.  Also didn’t help.  Finally, around 5:00 I got my butt moving.  I did my five easy miles, per the running plan, and a 90 minute vinyasa class with my new favorite teacher.  My headache actually went away after yoga.  I don’t know if the two are related, but I think maybe all the head and neck stretching we did today helped.  I would have taken some ibuprofen, but I’m all out, and was too lazy to go to the store and get some. 

I had a lot of “junk” food today (probably considered healthy by most people’s standards, but not really by mine).  Breakfast was oatmeal with a banana, almond butter, and pumpkin butter.  So far so good.  I also brought a vanilla rooibos misto from Starbucks to work.  I discovered these at the blogger meet-up with Kath, and  they’re quite good.

They use the fancy silky tea bags.  Me likes.

They spelled my name in quite an creative way.  I don’t get upset when people mispell or mispronounce my name, because I’m so used to it by now.  But I had to laugh at the spelling “Caronas”, especially because I verbally spelled it out to the barista.  Everyone in my family has a weird name — mine is probably one of the easier ones (we have people like “Fazlollah” and “Nasreen”.  You get the idea.) 

I wasn’t that hungry for lunch so I had some leftover roasted veggies with a wee bit of melted cheddar and some hummus (which, by the way, was a brand called Cedar’s, and is NOT as good as Sabra!)  Then I took a nap, and for some reason when I woke up, all I wanted was banana bread.  Massive quantites of banana bread.  So that’s what I had.  With a little peanut butter (this is an old picture — I had way more). 

On my way book from yoga, I was going to have a juice, but got distracted by the “carrot shake”, so I had that instead.  It was frozen yogurt mixed with carrot juice and was actually a tasty combination.  My “dinner” was rounded out with chocolate chips, dried mango slices, and lots of water.  Such a healthy day.  Oh well, everyone once in a while I need a day where I can eat lots of random, not-super-healthy stuff.  Do you guys like to do this, or are you 100% “healthy” all the time?  What does healthy even mean, in terms of diet?  I think it varies so much from person to person. 

Going to a party and a dance with my best friends tonight.  This makes me really anxious.  I’m definitely the kind of person who prefers to spend the night in with  a good book or a good tv show.  I’m working on getting over my social anxiety.  My goal for tonight is to just stay confident and do my own thing.

I’ll leave you with some random New York pictures:

 

Any fun weekend plans?  I have a long-ish run tomorrow morning.  I am making the rest of the day official “Caronae 2010 Organization” day.  There are several components to this:

1. Clean room, including ALL unpacking left to be done

2. Do laundry

3. Review syllabi and create semester calendar

4. Buy/order text books

5. Email relatives who need to be emailed

6. Do readings for Monday

I’m hoping that saying what I need to do on the blog will somehow make me accountable…

Have an excellent weekend!