Abby Rosmarin

There are few things that annoy me quite like when people hear I’m training for a marathon and make comments like, “Well, people aren’t meant to run marathons.”

NaNoWriMo means I’ll be phoning it in at work for the next month.

Just before move-in, I got a friend request from a guy named Rob. He messaged me, noting that we were going to be living on the same floor in the same building. I was a little confused, as I didn’t think floors were co-ed, but I was down with it.

To say I’m an emotional person is a bit of an understatement.

My bike struggled at first. The chain was on its last legs from its years being chained outside my apartment in the city.

Once upon a time, I was a teacher with a 10-year plan that would make any grandparent proud. I was so convinced that this was the path I needed to be on that I started figuring out graduate schools before I had even finished student teaching.

And now I run because that’s the Boston thing to do. We’re a city with a history of not backing down. We’ll show you tough.

Stop it with the snide remarks. Teaching is not babysitting.

There’s something new and fresh and giddiness-inducing about creating a new website profile or blog. It’s a new name, with a new layout, and potentially a brand new start.

I’ve been trying to get back into the healthy-food-for-fuel attitude, but it’s difficult when quinoa takes 15 minutes to cook and the bag of potato chips is right there.

16. Eat like you give a damn.

A year ago, my best friend’s longtime friend was fooling around on one of Boston’s islands.