San Francisco Highlights

The Golden Gate Bridge.

San Francisco: the city of the diverse. Somewhere I belong. One of my dream spots. Last September when I was itching for an adventure and needed some change, I piled up enough dough to plop myself on a plane headed to the west coast. Sick of the fast-paced, I’m-better-than-you ways of the east coast (at least in New York), one of my brothers moved out there and landed himself quite the fantastical job (in San Fran, you’ll need that). So I figured, “Hey, I have a place to stay, now’s a great time to visit!” I stuffed some clothes in a bag, grabbed my boyfriend, flew through the air, and in a matter of hours, we were on the other side of the country. Our first vacation together.

Matanzas_Creek_Winery

We drenched ourselves in rosé, Pinot noir, chardonnay and the like in Sonoma in the mountains while playing Bocce, surrounded by breath-taking scenery; we went to a San Francisco Giants game (where a sea gull pooped on my head during the seventh inning); we took a ferry out to Angel Island and Alcatraz Read More

AntiGravity Flying Fitness: Flipping and Flying in a Hammock

I swung over to a small fitness studio for my first AntiGravity Flying Fitness class tonight. Sounds cool, right? But you never heard of it, have you? Up until last month, neither did I. While browsing around for a fun, fit activity, this crazy form of working out caught my attention and I had to give it a whirl. I’ve seen pictures and watched videos before stepping into the studio, so I went in knowing what to expect, but what I didn’t know was how challenging I’d find it to be.

The AntiGravity Flying Fitness studio I hung out in.

The AntiGravity Flying Fitness studio I hung out in.

I went it, filled out an emergency contact form, grabbed a squishy rubber mat and set it up beneath one of the unrolled orange hammocks hanging from the ceiling. Once everyone was ready, my instructor introduced herself and then proceeded to, in a soothing yoga-sounding voice, walk us through hopping into the hammocks and then got us going with some warm-ups.

We rode the hammock like a horse and swung back and forth, then we swung on it like a swing, and twisted our arms, legs, and bodies around in all sorts of shapes to get used to the feeling of the hammock holding our weight. Read More

That Time I Pretended to Join the Circus

My boyfriend and I took a trapeze class at I.Fly Trapeze at Eisenhower Park in East Meadow, New York, after a long work week. Needless to say, it was exhilarating, and the total opposite of feeling chained to a desk. With a rush of mixed emotions (mainly good ones) it reminded me that I was alive!

After my first go around, which, I’ll admit, my body was stiff for, especially after climbing a ladder up 35 feet high, which surprisingly took a lot out of me, I was ready to keep on soaring. I was thriving with adrenaline. It was amazing how quickly I got the hang of flipping through the air and just letting myself go.

The first time I let go of the bar and hung upside down from my legs, it was a tad frightening, but after having no choice but to feel comfortable with it, I couldn’t stop climbing that ladder for more. After that first push and that first swing, and that first “Look, no hands!” moment, I was addicted. It was a beautiful thing. I even got to swing upside down, hanging on with my legs only, stretch upwards, and grab the hands of one of the instructors who swung up from behind me. It felt so natural and real, getting comfortable with the movements and trust of my own body. We’re all so amazing, and sometimes you can’t unlock that feeling unless you go out on a limb and let go. I love life for that feeling.

So much easier than it looks!

So much easier than it looks!

That Time I Learned to Fly

The funnest, greatest workout ever!

Swim Through the Sky This Summer

An article I wrote for Long Island Trends Magazine.

Looking to have the time of your life? Make this summer soar above the rest and plunge into the sky at Skydive Long Island, located in the beautiful town of Calverton.

Take things to the extreme and swoop into the blue from 13,500 feet up to experience the world above the clouds. Enjoy breathtaking views of Long Island’s wonderful scenery, including the famous twin forks, the Hamptons, and the Atlantic Ocean. On a clear day, you can even spot the New York City skyline, about 70 miles away.

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Me, on top of the world, June 2010.

To jump, you must be at least 18 years of age and no more than 225 pounds. No experience is necessary. You’ll be attached to a fully certified, topnotch skydiver, with thousands of jumps beneath his/her belt. Leave it to your instructor to pull the two parachutes and enjoy the energizing ride.

When the plane door opens and it’s your turn to dive, you’ll leap into the world and begin free-falling against the wind at quickening speeds.  The rush of cool air and the bright, blue sky surrounding you at all angles will get your adrenaline pumping, but before you know it, you’ll feel the pull of the large parachute and you’ll be floating upright in a sitting position above the beaches, farms, and towns of Long Island. Depending on the weather, your instructor may even give you the chance to steer the parachute. Read More