If you’re looking to be surrounded by warmth and positivity today, take this hug and go. Go now. Run. I love you and will see you later. If you’re interested in a mad rant and some sublime self-deprecating humor, please warm up your brain nuggets with this gem and buckle up, buttercups. I hear people …
Pretty sure that would be the title of my memoir, though I don’t presume anyone would care enough to read mine. This phrase runs through my brain about a million times a week. Gotta get up and train? What the hell was I thinking, signing up for yet another race? Gotta go to work? What …
Last week, I shared a few photos on social media of my journey, in the hopes that by owning them, it wouldn’t be as cringe-inducing to see them re-posted by my personal trainer and my coach this week as success stories. I could only bring myself to share one of the many before/afters I’d taken …
I had (am having? am always having and will always have?) questions about why I’m doing this Ironman thing, what I’m doing with my life, who I want to be when I grow up, how I want people to know me…basically, I feel like I’m living in a constant identity crisis. And I think that’s …
That was a funny day, learning there’s more than one meaning to FU. Who knew? Corporate America, that’s who. After my last post on anxiety, I realized I had a few more general nuggets (which is maybe what Mickey D’s should rename their classic menu item of questionable origin) to share. – Sometimes, it is …
Being a triathlete is hard. Being a halfway responsible grownup is hard. Being both of those at the same time is hard. Being both of those AND dealing with anxiety and depression? Well, it’s hard AF. Not always. Some days, like a lot of days I’ve had recently, have been easy. I cherish these days, …
Several weeks ago, I bought myself a motivational present to look at each day and help keep me pushing through the endless cycle of workouts that is Ironman training. I’m not big on jewelry (or wearing pants, for that matter), but I’ve worn this pretty much every single day since it arrived. And while this …
You know how, when you were a kid, you’d do something you knew you weren’t supposed to and then just wait until you got caught? Every time your mom called your name, a wave of heat washed over your body and a wriggly rock of doom would drop into your stomach? Fear. Dread. This was …
So here’s the deal. I’ve been horrible at maintaining a blog in the past, and I’m not promising I won’t suck it up this time, too…but I feel like I’m at some big turning points in my life at the moment. Changes like these deserve to be documented, so I’m taking another shot at it. …