Push yourself. Because no one is going to do it for you. About a year ago, I ran a half marathon with my ex-boyfriend. We had become good friends so the ex-boyfriend part wasn’t that big of a deal. The running 13.1 miles was. It’s pretty amazing how accomplished you can feel after running that many miles… Read More 13.1 x 2
Cheers. Cheers to a year full of momentous ups and monumental downs. Cheers to being better for it. Cheers to the travels, the adventures, the risks. Cheers to ringing in the year on a snowmobile and wrapping it up on the beach. Cheers to Burning Man! Cheers to the late nights, the early mornings. Cheers to the music… Read More Cheers to Us
[Note: I promised myself I’d write a blog post at the very end of May 21st–the day that I ran my first half-marathon. Nothing can really capture all the feels than writing them out at the very moment you’re feeling them. So here goes…midnight…many celebratory drinks later…and one early flight back out west in the… Read More When You Run Your First Half With Your Ex
Back in the day, I used to be part of a work team that was closer than closest can be. We went to each other’s weddings, we disagreed (with passion), we rode trains, planes and automobiles together, we acted like clowns, we saw success again and again…we had a good thing going. We were a… Read More Eight Hugs
I feel like I have so much to tell you. I’m having a really solid “yes” week and it’s only Wednesday. Sunday AM: Like the time I said “yes” to running 11 miles, which is just insane. I can’t believe I actually did that. Sunday PM: And when I said “no” to Sunday night blues and… Read More Brighter and Better
I woke up like this. No, really. I literally woke up like this. Grilled cheese in hand and all. :: Thank goodness for room service and comfort food, right? I’ve gotten maybe 5 hours of sleep. That tireless sun (that was once a welcome guest) is dancing its way into my hotel room. I have… Read More Grilled Cheese Chronicles
“Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.” Sometimes, you see something, hear something, feel something that makes your heart feel like shit. I woke up today, heart feeling a little tweaked, and decided to jump myself clean. I’ve got this. Goooood morning, LA.
“Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.” Spotted on my walk to work: Paris.
Guys, last night was fun and all but we should really try to go to bed a tad bit earlier than 6AM. We got some pretty good stories but um…today is a bit tough. Back to work.
A strong woman loves, forgives, let’s go, perseveres, walks away, cries, tries again…lifts…no matter what life throws at her. Fine, FINE. I’ll go workout.