Second City Kitty

Ice cream enthusiast, slow long runner, aspiring Japanese speaker

Because I am (nyc) poor this is all i know of Oscar de la Renta (I don’t even know what deserves caps?) 

But thank you kind Sir for giving her a great outfit for once in a blue moob

Because I am (nyc) poor this is all i know of Oscar de la Renta (I don’t even know what deserves caps?)

But thank you kind Sir for giving her a great outfit for once in a blue moob

Whelp, I ran the Marathon

And kinda killed it. How did that happen?? To recap, this is the least in-shape I’ve ever been going into the marathon (my fifth). I started training, then broke my toe. I took 4 weeks off, then resumed. After a few weeks I had a tendon in my left foot go crazy, and was basically ordered to take 3 weeks off if I didn’t want to tear it and have a painful surgery. Today I ran a Personal Record. By nearly 20 minutes.

Year One, 2007

I had no clue what I was doing. I followed my Hal Higdon training plan exactly, even when I was hurting or injured. My shins freaked out. That was the 2007 Hot Chicago Marathon, and they ordered us to walk at mile 22 because they were out of ambulances (Seriously). I finished, walking, in 5:40. Generally people are just impressed I finished. Very fit looking people were passing out all around me, but because I refuse to get up at 6am to run I was fiiiiiiine.

Year Two, 2008

Redemption! Well nope. I trained in NYC and had constant issues- IT band and plantar fasciitis. I had orthotics made and shots of cortisone in my heel. Those sucked- big scary long needle being plunged into your foot isn’t fun. I sucked in the Thon (I don’t even remember why, I’ve blocked it out) and finished in 5:06.

Year Three, 2011

I had run the NYC marathon in 5:04 the previous year, what with all those bridges and such, I figured I’d finally get under 5 hours with this one. Nopers. At mile 20 I decided to take a potty break and my entire body cramped. I couldn’t shake it and the last 6 miles was a painful march of pain. I finished in 5:10. Fuck, man.

Year Four (aka now)

I felt like shit for the first 6-7, then completely lost track of miles until 13.1. A woman was mean to me at mile 11, and I focused all my energy on hating her, and that helped? Suddenly I looked up and a half marathon had passed. I reasoned I only had to do that again, and thought, dear G-d NO. But my sister was waiting at mile 18, and my BFF Lesli at mile 20. I had to at least get to them before I walked. I had been going into this anticipating complete failure, as I hadn’t even done a 20 miler in training, and had basically taken 7 weeks off (but had crosstrained). I felt FANTASTIC the entire way. I didn’t walk. I stopped for my sister and nieces and nephew, and felt the love, and for Lesli and the same <3. Amazing. At around 25 miles my right foot basically quit on me, so I walked the (very slight) hill at mile 26, and then a girl started to throw up on me so I ran again, and there it is. I got a PR by almost 20 minutes. 4:46:04. I had joked ahead of it that I’d do better with far less training, and then I did. By A LOT. So fuck it all? I have no clue. I just know I felt FANTASTIC today while I was running, and great after (ish) and I’m THRILLED with how it turned out.

Now do I run NYC in 3 weeks? (eeps)

#latergram the best beer #chicagomarathon #gooseisland

#latergram the best beer #chicagomarathon #gooseisland

#chicagomarathon  (at Chicago Marathon Expo)

#chicagomarathon (at Chicago Marathon Expo)

Well, that was quite a weekend

On Friday, my dad had a heart attack. He’s doing ok now, but man, that makes you feel some things you really didn’t want or expect. Mainly that you were a fucking asshole for about 20 years of your life toward this person who only wanted your love and appreciation for all they provided for you. Also you thought they were invincible, although you knew they weren’t, and fuck.

Friday night was the beginning of Yom Kippur, and as a good Jewish wife I informed my husband that I would be eating and drinking for awhile on this particular eve, because my dad had been driven to the bigger fancier hospital over an hour away by ambulance because he was having a heart attack. So yeah. I started fasting at midnight.

On Saturday, I was sure I was going to pass out. I was drinking water (my husband, the good Jew, has nothing at all for 25 hours, including food, water, brushing of teeth). We went to temple. It was all in Hebrew, and I felt more sure that I was going to pass out. But the Rabbi led us in what he called something kind of radical, a breathing exercise of meditation which was basically Shavasana, and although I was cynical at the start (I don’t even like corpse pose while my tummy is full with my yogi mentor Fergus) at the end I felt much better.

I took a 3 hour nap, because I could not eat and my stomach woke me up a number of times. Then it was over! BAGEL.

We went to the most fancy wedding ever of a coworker/great person friend of mine. I had a super fancy Sparkle dress from Rent the Runway. We ate a LOT. 

Sunday we saw Gone Girl and I harvested all the shit we grew over the summer because its going to frost. So much basil.

I have to reflect that maybe this weekend more than any in my life brought out all of the feelings: Loss, Love, Gain, Sorrow, Harvest, Gone, Girl, Hungry, Too-Much-Food. It was amazing. 

Beautiful wedding! @riki__m #grkwedding (at Cipriani&#8217;s in Midtown Manhattan)

Beautiful wedding! @riki__m #grkwedding (at Cipriani’s in Midtown Manhattan)


I was injured. I haven’t run long in a month (previously did 15 miles and a Half). I have the Chicago Marathon in 2 weeks. I am freaking out completely.

I have never been in this position before, and I’ve been in many positions (heh). I’m sure on this rantblog of mine I’ve previously mentioned running through many painful predicaments, including shin issues, plantar fasciitis, runners knee, IT band pain and a hip impingement. 

In short explanation, I can take a lot of pain, as long as it isn’t going to permanently cripple me. That was my first Q to my docs, “If I continue running, will this make me a cripple?” Previously the answer was no, probably not? Here’s a cortisone shot. 

That was not the case this year, as the tendons in my feet revolted. Those will tear, I was told, and fixing that isn’t pleasant and involves surgery. I didn’t even bother to ask my old question, “So, I can still run, right?” because I knew the answer. NOPE. 

4 weeks of (holy fuck that’s painful) physical therapy, running on a anti-gravity treadmilll, and yoga barre cardio classes later I am able to get to it again. I ran 3 times last week, faster than I ever have. But not long. Tomorrow I’m going to attempt my first long run in a month. Do the Sign of the Cross for me, please.

I have NEVER been this undertrained before a Marathon. I always stick to the plan as religion, despite what is happening in my body. I’m treating the Chicago Marathon as my 20 miler, leading up to the NYC Marathon (which I might defer from depending on how this fuckshow goes). Basically I am scared. I know I have 6.5 hours to complete it, which means I could run/walk 15 minute miles and still make it, but I do not want to do that. 

I ran the Chicago in 93 degree heat and finished (a lot of people didn’t). I ran it in 85 degree heat, and I ran it one year when my body completely crapped out at mile 22. I WANT TO FINISH THIS SHIT STRONG.

G-d help me.

Thing said to me today

In Florida.

"Oh I don’t mind the winter. I can put my head in the freezer for a good long time and not shiver." - CVS clerk in Wilton Manors

Not running

I’ve been training for the Chicago and NYC marathons. And now, for the past 10 days, I’m not running. Apparently the Peroneal Tendons in my foot were just OVER THIS SHIT, and I can barely walk.

I’ve run marathons injured every single time- 4 now. With plantar fasciitis (3 shots of cortisone with a scary long needle stabbed into my heel), a hip impingement (again, cortisone stabbings), runners knee, IT band issues, a broken toe, stress fractures in my shins. This is the only thing that has actually shut me down, so trust me, it really really hurts.

I’m doing physical therapy now, and the cheerful girl Sara seems to think I’ll be able to complete them (maybe?). I’m clear to do every exercise other than running, which I’m doing, and if thing get better I can train again in 7 days. 

Look let’s be honest, I’m going to run this shit regardless.

1Q84. My Favorite Book Ever?

When I was a freshman in high school I read Slaughterhouse V and A Clockwork Orange, and my world changed. I feel the same having finished 1Q84, despite being much, much older and having previously felt that nothing I ever read would ever influence me again in the same way. I kind of want to never read another book ever again, because it will be a bound volume of bullshit next to 1Q84.

Look, I have to slip into Stefon from SNL to really put it the way I want to. This book has EVERYTHING: Tokyo, Little People, vigilante justice, immaculate conception, NHK, math, cults and Dowagers.

Basically I love the way Murakami writes, being the only person in my Book Club who enjoyed Kafka on the Shore. It’s very Japanese for a Westerner, stripped of bullshit adjectives but with enough explanation that we don’t have to use our brains too much. And it’s no secret I love everything about Japan. I read Hiragana despite having no idea what the translation is of most of what I read.

The sign of a good book is when you’re at page 975 of 1000 and you actually don’t want to finish because then the characters will be gone, the people you’ve become so close will never have anything new happen, their narrative will end and you’ll be left alone, never ever hearing from them again. 

Fuck I loved this book.

(PS the word for 9 in Japanese is Que (or Kew), so the title is a play on 1984. Ichi Que Hachi Yon. The Q sounds the same whether a number or letter! #japanesenerd)

Book it

(stolen from Facebook)

This is fun!
In your status, list 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take more than a few minutes and do not think too hard. They do not have to be the “right” books or great works of literature, just ones that have affected you in some way.

1. Me Talk Pretty One Day, David Sedaris

2. White Teeth, Zadie Smith

3. All Murakami

4. All Joan Didion

5. Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov

6. The Great Gatsby, F. Scott 

7. Slaughterhouse V, Vonnegut

8. Bridget Jones’ Diary (don’t you judge me)

9. A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess

10. Just Kids, Patti Smith

Honorable Mention: Goodnight Moon, Are you my Mother, Easy Riders Raging Bulls: How the Sex-Drugs-And Rock ‘N Roll Generation Saved Hollywood, On the Road.

I actually think this list makes me appear much more serial killer-y than I had expected…