Me.

Mom. Triathlete. Yogi. Foodie. Writer. Boss. Coffee lover. Side hustler.

I run for team Oiselle Volée and Skratch Labs.

Full Moon Rising

Full Moon Rising

Today, I spent 10 miles on the treadmill.  Well, actually it was 9 miles; well, maybe more like 8.94, or something like that.  In an effort to tire out the dog, I took her for an almost-1 mile run which consisted of enough starts and stops to make me puke, a mad dash up a tree (YES, UP A TREE) to chase a squirrel, and a literal tilt a-whirl off a sidewalk and into the street to avoid THREE large dogs coming in hot.  My coach divided my workout into two areas of focus: running form in the 1/2 half; push the pace in the second.  So done and done.  I'm running the Rocky 10 mile race in Philly next Saturday.  Ten miles isn't a very common distance for a race; I only have three prior races of this distance.  

During my second half of today's workout, I maintained strong form, pushing the pace, while I worked on my mental game.  'Something' took me back to this time last year...


I don't know how it happened, but I was slowly coming out of a funk.  I distinctly remember being moved by something.  I decided that a meeting with my (former) coach was in order.  We talked a bit about my depression, my weight gain, my everything-he'd-listen-to vomit, and my sudden urge to try to race again.  I wanted to train for an upcoming half marathon, but I wanted it to be a great experience.  I wanted to love the run, I wanted to chase my demons - not run from them, and I absolutely wanted to do it all for me.  Just me.  I trained with my brain; my body followed.  I finished the race with all heart, blacking out the last 1/4 mile or so.  I didn't put up my best time - that wasn't ever the plan; I crossed the line with tears of joy - an unintended consequence.  Read all about it here.  


Hmm, it's been almost a year.  So this 'something' that lives in me keeps poking at the back of my head.  This 'something' reminds me that I have more to give.  This 'something' spoke to me today during a sweat fest in my pain cave.  It's telling me that I need to go for it.  Tomorrow is the beginning of a short taper week; as my body reaps the benefits of rest following a cycle of increased mileage, I'll build my mental game.  

'Something' tells me it's going to be good.  Watch out.  I'm gonna get 'cha.  

The Italian Stallion

The Italian Stallion

Counting Stars

Counting Stars