This Town ain’t Big Enough for the 2 of Us

Have you ever thought, “I’ll never run into anyone I know in this huge big city!”  “How great, I can re-invent myself here, I doubt I’ll meet anyone I know”. 

 

Well, let me tell you, I used to think that way about NYC and quickly figured out this was not truly the case.  Over the past year or so in New York City, I’ve come to the realization that while the city itself is heavily populated, the island of Manhattan is quite small.  According to City of New York Department of City Planning (http://www.nyc.gov/html/dcp/html/census/popcur.shtml), in 2010 the reported population in New York City was an estimated  8,175,133 people with 1,585,873 of those residing on Manhattan.  The island of Manhattan itself has a total area of 23.7 square miles, measures 13.4 miles in length, and 2.3 miles at it’s widest.   (http://www.nycgo.com/articles/nyc-statistics-page)   So really, one is not all that far away from a LOT of people.  

On more then one occasion I’ve totally randomly ended up on the same train car right next to someone I know and maybe haven’t seen or talked to in years. For example-this past Friday I was catching the A train uptown from an evening of yoga classes in SoHo and who do I sit catty corner to?? Why Michael Wells, my swing partner (in crime) of 3 years back when we were in The Rug Cutters at Decatur School of Ballet!! Now of course I didn’t realize who it was right away. We were both sitting, reading, and in general tuning out anything on the New York subway that was happening. It wasn’t until we both looked up listening to the train announcer that we caught each other’s eye, took a moment to process who we were seeing, that we both broke into huge smiles and nearly screamed “Oh my GOD! I know you!“… Then proceeded to catch each other up on the past several years of our lives.This was a happy train run in. We’d been in the same city for over a year, sooner or later seems like we were bound to happen upon one another.

 

With the result of recent events in my life, I’ve come to wonder if this city is big enough for the two of us… ya know. Two people with similar (not the same… Clarifying that!) interests and similar commutes. What happens if… when we run into each other? Is this city big enough to keep us away and apart. If that’s what one wants, I guess so… New York can make or break dream, so why can’t it drive people together or apart? I suppose it can… It has.  

I suppose the reason behind this post, as random as it seems, is this:  As summer draws to a close and we return back to the city to prepare for what the Fall and Winter will bring what will happen.  I’m not backing down from whatever dream it is that I’m living out here but neither should anyone else.  So if there ever were to be that 1 in 100 train run in… how will it go down?  Is this city big enough for the both of us?

 

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love always, Christiane

 

 

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Start of the trail- how I fell into running

Over the past year and a half, running has become my escape, my physical challenge, and my joy. If this blog is about a “fit” chick living in NYC, I thought I should start adding in the fit part. Today, I wanted to share with you my story of I found and started running and what’s it’s done- is doing- for me.

I’ve always been a fit active person… But I wasn’t always a runner. Sure, in elementary school PE classes I could sprint with the best of them, topping all the girls in my age brackets. And at the gym I could go for ever on the elliptical… But put me on the track and tell me to run a mile- ya right- THAT’S not happening!
Of all the physical activities I enjoyed- running was the one thing that always have me a Charlie horse in my leg and made me winded within 10 minutes. No matter what I tried- better shoes, better form, better breath technique- nothing worked.

That’s not to say I didn’t try. My father was an avid runner all my life and at age 10, all I wanted to do was run in the Atlanta Peachtree Roadrace with him, which we did- July 4th 2001. And after that I hung up my running shoes.

It wasn’t until years later- February of 2013, my senior year of college- to be exact, that I gave running another try.
I was in the Agnes gym on the elliptical and just not feeling anything. Frustrated with my body and stressed with my life, I stepped off the elliptical and onto the neighboring treadmill. 15 minutes I told myself- you will power walk for 5, jog for 5, then cool down for 5. Just dipping my toes in here, not gonna overdo it or anything.
So I did my 15 minutes and didn’t feel that bad. I decided for the next few days I would increase the time in the middle that I spent jogging, until I could actually go for 20-30 minutes. That’s when it began.

I quickly realized that if I was really gonna do this, I needed actual running shoes. That’s when I found Big Peach Running Co. in Decatur… Literally changed my life. BPR does one on one shoe fittings to find what shoe brand and style will support ones foot and ankle best. Even though I was not an avid runner already, I didn’t feel out if place walking into Big Peach. The staff was amazing, welcoming and helpful. I also found out that they hosted free group runs twice a week, and I promised myself I’d go… Just as soon as I felt confident running 3 miles.

So it began. I was in the gym at least 4 times a week, adding time to my treadmill time. One day, one of those teasingly warm Southern winter days, I decided it was just to beautiful outside to be running inside. So I took myself and my still new shoes out and took off. Mostly sticking to the roads around campus… By the end of it I knew I was ready to join group runs, I felt great! Totally out of breath, but great.

Check back in a few weeks, and I’m going to group run every Tuesday and Thursday at 7PM! I even made friends with several of the girls in my time bracket and we kept each other going every week. It was amazing how fun, encouraging, and welcoming the running community can be and bring all different people together.

And… Well, that’s where it all started, I had become a runner- doing anywhere from 3-7 miles every other day. However, running in Atlanta and running in New York City proved to be very different beasts. I’ll save that for another post, as I hope this is one of a series of health and fitness posts from me!!

So get out and go for a run! Then follow, share, like, and comment!!

May you enjoy every mile ahead.

Love always, Christiane

I’m Melting! A piece on people.

If you are in New York City, then you know that it rained today. Of course, it started a full on storm just as I was leaving one job and deciding what to do before the next one. I decided not to rush anywhere, to leisurely make my way uptown. On doing so, I had time to notice the people around me.
Here’s what I saw-

The moment a drop of water fell, full on chaos broke out on the street. People fumbling to open umbrellas or breaking into a run to get under cover. Anything to get out of the water. Aggression doubled and along with the usual “head down, I’m not gonna look where I’m going and run into you… But it’s still your fault” attitude.

It’s a little water- is it really gonna do all that much harm? I had a realization. We have no problem dressing and going out into the sun and the heat. Sweating in our clothes and combating damp frizzy hair… So what is the difference with rain???

Be it sweat or rain water clothes (my clothes anyway) are damp, sticky, and clingy AND hair (my hair at least) is plastered down on top and sure to frizz up as soon as it even things about drying out.

So why don’t we… They… People, suddenly burst into a crazy fit the minute they feel a drop of perspiration the way we… they.. People do as soon as they feel a drop of precipitation ?

Unless you are the Wicked Witch of the West, a little water probably never hurt you that much… I can 99.9% guarantee you won’t melt !

This is what I thought about as I struggled past hordes of pedestrians crowding under the 59th St. Subway entrance

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“Live for cloudy days. Remember. Hold hands. Walk in the rain. Let clouds reflect in your eyes.”

We- people- Homo sapiens, are funny creatures. We can be impulsive but hide our instincts. Why? Is that one of the age old questions? I’ll leave it unanswered… For now.

And well, that’s what I thought about as I commuted underground and through the wet streets of the city between jobs. I thought I’d share this and ask if anyone else has felt this way. Or notice these funny quirks about ourselves. People.

Continue to share, follow, like, and comment! I hope you all like the blog- I’m so glad to be writing again!!

Love always, Christiane

And watch out- today was only 80% chance precipitation– tomorrow is 100%!!

Coming clean

I know, I know. I’ve been away for a bit. And even when I do post, I’m beating around a topic. Well, no more.

I wrote this awesome post (by the same title) but it didn’t get posted. I know what you’re thinking– oh man, she wrote a great post and then the computer crashed before it could be saved and something amazing was lost!. Well no, not exactly. It didn’t get posted because it didn’t tell the story… The truth… The way it needed to. So I saved that as a draft, to have for myself, and I’m starting again- quick, simple, to the point, and staying just what I need to.

Basically, through no fault of one individual or the other… But through the fault of lost communication, jealousy, misplaced support, and untrue facades… My relationship with someone very dear to me ended… Abruptly.

3 months ago I was left alone and nearly homeless, but through more luck and good will then I deserve, I got through it. Through the physical struggle anyway. In 15 days I secured a second job (more later) and a new apartment. With the support of friends and co-workers I got moved and settled.

I am resilient. Like a crocuses pushing back through the ice still lingering in early spring.

But am I happy? On the outside it would seem so. I look great and can eat again. I work and workout daily. I smile. But I still feel alone. I feel guilty. If one could go back- be who I really am instead of trying to be some version of a “perfect”, fashionable, working, un-spontaneous me- I would. Cause her, the real me, the one I see everyday, is who he loved (at least, I think so).

This has brought out a lot in me. I felt completely broken apart, but rebuilding with stronger material everyday.

So are you seeing anyone now?
My answer: Hell NO.
If I’m wasting time and money, it’s gonna be on me myself and I. Not someone I have no interest in. Cause I know I’ve met my match.

I’m not writing this for sympathy, to blame or bad mouth anyone, to beg forgiveness, or for the whole this to just be a bad dream and be fixed next week.
I’m writing this to be honest. To get these feeling and words off my chest and out of my head. I don’t love using this blog as a personal diary, but if I’m going to be writing about life, adventures, fitness, and New York City… Well you should know where I’m coming from. What’s motivating me.

So I leave you, on this rainy Monday night in NYC, with this–
Always say I love you and mean it.
Communicate with those you love and support them where they need it.
Be attentive.

But mostly, be true to yourself.
Forgive. Even if you are not forgiven in return.

I’m sorry.

And

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For everything ❤️

Goodnight

Christiane

Same blog, different look!!

NAME CHANGE!  but it’s still me  🙂

Hey y’all!  How’s your Saturday going?  I’m at work… but as usual it’s pretty quiet and so I thought, why not spent a little quality time updating and upGRADING my beautiful blog?!!

 

I decided, sense I now live in New York (I’m no longer visiting) and I don’t work at MoMA anymore, that I would change the blog title to reflect this.  I’ve been talking about how I want to give this blog more structure and purpose and I think this is helping me get on the right track.  

 

I now work a lot in the health and fitness world and I’m very active myself… so I would like to share more of that here with you all (and hopefully more readers!).  I also live in a city that never sleeps and has new adventures waiting around every corner, which has always made for great posts!  

 

So please continue to follow, share, like and comment… as I continue to live the dream in NYC!

 

love always,  Christiane

TGI…F! almost to perfect

Hot water- Check
Lavender epsom salt- Check
Bubbles- Check
Easy reading book- check
Relaxed…

almost check.

Yes- after an early morning, a few hours at work, and a long walk up 3rd Ave, I finally made my way home to a quiet apartment and had prepared myself a wonderful bath. I wanted nothing more then to sit in peace and relative quiet letting the hot water work it’s magic and relax my tired feet and sore back while reading the last few chapters of “The Devil Wears Prada” (yes, I reference it all the time… ok ok, no comment).

No sooner had I finally felt just a tiny bit of calmness soak into my body then someone starts banging… pounding really… on the apartment door. Ringing the door bell and POUNDING! As I tried to tune it out, telling myself it must be a delivery or someone selling something (because believe me, nothing was gonna pry me out of that hot water and bubbles), my phone began ringing– the building super. I answer but of course can’t understand a word he is trying to say… so I fly out of the tub and throw on something decent. He’s outside the door, looking upset…

Apparently our tub can’t handle baths and had flooded into the apartment below us. To the minute I have no idea how that managed to happen, as it has no cracks and the water wasn’t overflowing onto the floor or was barely close to full (granted the bubbles made it look much more full… but not the water)!! I was quickly deprived of my relaxing quiet time and thrown back into reality… where I seem to have an endless “To Do” list and tight neck.
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I realize however, that if the biggest complaint of my day is that my bath was cut short, I don’t have it all that bad.

Had a productive meeting with my boss at work– that is the planned starting point for my post tomorrow– and enjoyed NOT having plans all afternoon so I could take a long leisurely walk up 3rd Ave. from 16th to 65th (and called that my workout for the day) in search of some jewelry at Pier 1.

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I realized today though, how much I want… no, NEED the upcoming 2 week trip to souther Illinois and our family summer cottage on the Mississippi River. The things you learn to live with- the noise for one… like how I spent easily 30 minutes heading an endless beeping noise but not bothering to investigate it cause I thought it was outside when it was just my roommates alarm–, or without for that matter- like a car or time outside… walking everywhere because the subway is SO hot and you are inside at work most of the time so a little sunshine is needed-, can end up driving you crazy but this city is so non-stop you hardly realize… sometimes only when it’s to late.

Some of that I’m sure I will touch on later… there are obviously things I’m beating around the bush writing… partly because it’s hard, partly because I know that a wrong word or phrase or description of the situation could cast a very bad light on people I do care about and that’s not what I have any intention of doing… so saying no more until I can say it right.

And I guess that’s a wrap on this post! I think I’m going to enjoy what is left of my quiet Friday night with desert and a movie. Go to bed early and be up for work bright and early tomorrow.

Thank you all for following, liking, commenting, and sharing… but most of all thank you for reading this blog. I love writing and while I know it’s more like a journal at time, I hope to get it some structure and theme and just continue to share with you all my life adventures in NYC… cause that’s were it all started if I remember correctly!!

Love always, Christiane

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