Hey there! I hope you are all having a great Thursday! Honestly- there did the day go? I have been really productive today. Actually, now that I think of it, I have been super productive all week.  Case and point- In the last week I have: Written TWO research papers Updated my blog to get up to date Worked BOTH jobs Prepared my presentation for my class this coming Monday Gotten in a few tough workouts (and more to come !) Ran a half marathon Not bad, not bad Lunch today was simple and fantastic. I had a leftover turkey…

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The morning of the half, I woke up a bundle of nerves. I seriously stressed about everything! I was worried about what to wear, how many layers to put on, how I was going to carry my GU, what I was going to eat and mostly how the hell I was going to finish the race. On the surface I looked calm but underneath I was a whole big mess. In the end, I wore a a short sleeved tek shirt, my favorite running pants, and a half-zip,-long sleeved -fleece lined tek shirt.  I carried the GU in my spi-belt…

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Saturday after the race, all I wanted to was take a nice hot shower and see the city. My body was sore and a little swollen- I noticed right away that my jeans, shoes and rings were tight. We went to Rock Center Cafe to get a light meal and a victory beer!!!!! I got the spring veggie soup. I wanted something salty! It was basically just veggies and broth and a whole wheat roll. I also had my victory beer! I choose a Stella, delicious and crisp! After “Lunch” walked around the city a bit more. Adam really wanted…

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Yup, you’re seeing that right.  That’s a cat curled up in some sort of leopard print baby bjorn on the Paris subway.  On top of it all, the cat was purring. This Parisian feline is clearly a seasoned commuter.

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Being two city chicks on a city vacation we decided a little spa experience in Barcelona was in order.  So having the champagne taste that we do, we decided on the spa in Hotel Arts – a Ritz-Carlton property exuding luxury from the moment you cross its threshold.  The Six Senses Spa happens to be on the top two floors of the establishment with a view of the Mediterranean you could die for.  Since we’d both been tromping around these European cities on horse hooves that needed some serious attention, we opted for a luxury pedicure.  However, “luxury” as defined…

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Oxford shoes. I said I wasn’t going to do it, I even wrote a blog about how awful they were. I still kind of feel like they’re horrible – but I gave in.  I can’t help it, I’m a slave to trends, I shop too much, I read too many magazines and apparently I make far too many promises I can’t keep. In my defense, though I’ve purchased two pairs of shoes that fall into the oxford genre – neither are completely flat and one pair doesn’t even have laces.  I just felt like I had to come clean.  I’m…

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Look, it’s a real life Carrie Bradshaw.  Maybe she escaped from “The Russian’s hotel” and stopped in the park to relieve herself only to find a line for the public toilet.  Bonjour from lovely Paris! As I sit here soaking in the sun in the Jardin du Luxembourg I figure why not share some of my observations on the city’s fashion and culture: – Whoever said orange and pink should not be worn together was extremely disturbed. The same goes for red and pink.  People are rocking pink shirts with red pants like it’s going out of style. Imagine that. …

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I think Tracy has a definite fallback career as a paparazzo if her current gig doesn’t work out.  I’m loving some of the street pics above.   What I’m also loving is the organized operation she had going down as the official Eiffel Tower photographer for a few minutes.  Observe her glorious reign below:

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While setting up a little picnic in the garden Tracy and I were approached by a gaggle of teenagers.  They eagerly asked us a number of questions (in French) – and intently awaited our answer.  Tracy’s French is a hell of a lot better than mine, so I figured it was better to let her handle the encounter.  Turns out they were from Spain and visiting France with their French professor and were doing an exercise where they had to interview people in French.  One would think they would have moved on when they realized our elementary grasp of the…

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