EASTER

Every runner knows aches and pains come with the passion for the sport. Im currently in a major phase of aches and pains that just doesn’t want to go away. Seriously, its all bugging me - shins, calves, heels, ankles. Whats up, legs?

I took a week off about 2 weeks ago to see if that would help and it didn’t. It isn’t something where I thought “oh another week or two will help” so im running and just monitoring everything (with strength training, biking, stretching, serious icing and foam rolling), but like whats up. What is seriously up. 

We are just shy of 3 months until our ultra race. Soooooo once everyone gets back from Boston (still sad about that), training will kick up a notch. Or 10. So im going to need my legs to get on board. 

im hoping a few days with my mom back home help to refresh me. Im heading home Friday and while I am sure work will bug me, I will be home all weekend which makes me happier than a kid in a candy store. Knowing I have a 930am train home on Friday is legit one of the things keeping me going this week! 

My mom texted me pics of easter eggs and baskets for us (her boyfriends son, wife and baby will be there too) so dyeing easter eggs, eating candy, running in a new spot and just laughing with loved ones is basically what has me smiling right now.

I will also be spending some time with my newly-turned 86 year old grandmother!! She wants to go to church and just hang out - I can get on board with that :)

It will be a few days of laughing, cooking, sleeping, running and selfie-ing. Or, what I like to call, a perfect weekend with my BFF's.

this, that, and more of that....

Saint Patricks’s Day 2016 looks a lot like 2013 – minus the green. Not quite running a half marathon today, but hoping to cover at least 9 (or, if the stars align, 10).

Regardless, its fun to look back and realize that exactly three years later, a lot of things in my life are the same. My friends, my incredible friends, my passion for running and thinking color is fantastic are all things I still LOVE today. 

Until I landed in NYC 5+ years ago, my life was chaotic (my choice) and I avoided building roots at all costs. I lost my dad and I needed to explore the meaning of life. It sounds deep, but its true. Life didn’t make sense to me so I had to go be all over the place to see if I could find – or create – something, anything. 

Now that I am in my early thirties, consistency is cool and those I’ve surrounded myself with are my truest and dearest friends. Life still doesn’t make much sense, but im learning how to be strong amidst loss and devastation. 

Switching gears a bit, its no secret I love fitness. I mean, I LOOOOOOOOVE fitness. I love sweating and the feeling of pushing my body further than I thought I could go. Recently I took a spin class at a new facility that I had been wanting to try – it not only lived up to my expectations, but wildly exceeded them. Evidently my effort did not go unnoticed. The instructor and I began to follow each other on Instagram and she instantly discovered just how much I love fitness. 

She extended an invitation to me to tryout to become an instructor myself. I have always wanted to marry my love of fitness with my full time job (hello runners world).

Hopefully something will come of it – or, at the very least, new friends and new opportunities. If not this exactly, its opened my eyes to wanting to find something like it.

Going after what I want in life – whether it be in business or in fitness - isn’t hard, per se, because every challenge feels worth it. That third pillar of life – love, as its otherwise known – isn’t that way for me. Im not really into being hurt or being vulnerable and that’s basically love. Ha. So im working on that – been dating a bit for the last few months. 

Eventually ill just know, right? Well, in the meantime, ill go run. Or box (which I have hilariously been attempting to get better at).