My Body, My Choice


Some of you may not know this about me, but I interned and then subsequently worked at Crittenton Hastings House, an organization in Boston that provided women's health services, including abortions, and was also a shelter and alternative high school for pregnant and parenting teens. One of the many takeaways from that experience is that there is no one particular "type" of woman or teen that utilizes abortion services. I saw teens who had to get judicial bypass permission for their procedures and teens who came in with their parents or partners. I saw women across the reproductive age spectrum. I did phone intake and saw statistics about income (for insurance purposes), with an outstanding range. I saw women come in alone, with a partner, or with a friend or other family member. I saw women of all races and ethnicities. Sometimes I heard their stories -- failed birth control, rape, financial stress, or other factors/experiences -- that went into their decisions. And the decisions were not easy. Anyone who thinks that people approach an abortion as a cavalier alternative to contraception is seriously misguided (to put it mildly).
These women are you, me, our co-workers, sisters, neighbors, mothers, daughters, and friends. One in four women has had an abortion. It is healthcare, it is a constitutional right, and it is truly needed for too many reasons to articulate here. I decided to go to law school when Planned Parenthood v. Casey came down because I was so distraught about the future of reproductive rights, even back then. I originally was planning to get a double degree in law and public health in order to focus on those issues for my career. Although my path didn't eventually lead in that direction, I still feel incredibly strongly about widespread access to contraception, sex education, and women's health services, including abortion. I am horrified at our country right now.
I used to have a bumper sticker that said "if you don't like abortions, don't have one." I still firmly believe this. #keepyourlawsoffmybody


Hot Hot Heat!

PhotoGrid_1530547861119Yesterday I completed my 8th NYC Triathlon with a time that was 15 minutes and 38 seconds slower than my slowest tri.  I couldn't care less about my less-than-stellar performance because it was SO DAMN HOT and I took it slow and listened to my body (which was saying, "Girl, WTF do you think you are doing trying to run in this heat?").  I also took my damn sweet time during transitions -- I stopped to KT tape my foot before the bike and who knows what the hell took me so long during T2.  I also, for the first time ever (stupidly), took advantage of the post-race massage tent offered by the Swedish Massage Institute, who had reached out to me on Instagram (thank you!).  My results are below, and you can see a gallery of unflattering photos here

2018: Swim 22:57 T1 14:55 Bike 1:50:58 T2 7:05 Run 1:23:03 Total: 3:58:55

2016: Swim 21:41 T1 11:47 Bike 1:45:55 T2 4:16 Run 59:02* Total: 3:22:41

2014: Swim 18:06 T1 11:10 Bike 1:58:23 T2 4:37 Run 1:07:17 Total: 3:39:31

2012: Swim 23:28 T1 9:55 Bike 1:44:50 T2 5:02 Run 1:11:05 Total: 3:34:16

2011: Swim 22:19 T1 12:27 Bike 1:51:54 T2 4:58 Run 1:11:40 Total: 3:43:17

2010: Swim 20:54 T1 11:39 Bike 1:42:43 T2 6:26 Run 1:08:01 Total: 3:29:41

2009: Swim 24:30 T1 10:17 Bike 1:40:57 T2 4:01 Run 1:07:22 Total: 3:27:06

2008: Swim 24:30 T1 10:55 Bike 1:36:47 T2 4:00 Run 1:08:40 Total: 3:24:51

The race course was cut from 10K to 8K due to heat this year, eliminating two nasty hills -- hence the good time.