Monthly Archives: December 2016

Princess Anxiety


I signed up for the crown in the runDisney crown, the Dopey Challenge, for my 34th birthday last May.  It was impulsive and now I’m paying the piper.


The Dopey Challenge consists of 4 races over 4 days- a 5K, a 10K, a half marathon, and a full marathon.  It’s 48.6 miles.


My training has been inconsistent at best.  I’m having to rely on new-to-me products such as Biofreeze to help ease my aching muscles.  I smell like I’m 85.  And can I just say, when you train for a big run, or really anything…the amount of laundry…oh my jingle bells!  It’s like all I do.  Run and laundry, that’s it.


But here’s the pay off.  You get SIX medals.  One for each race, that’s 4.  Then you get one for the Goofy Challenge- completing the half and full and if you do ALL of my races, you get the Dopey medal.  Some people just do one race, or just the Goofy Challenge, but if I’m going to book a flight, and hotel rooms, and all of that, I’m doing it all, baby!  Dopey here I come.  I feel kind of sick with anxiety just typing that.  Are human legs even supposed to travel 48.6 miles in 4 days?  I don’t know.  We’ll find out.


If I’m being honest though, running at Disney World is something that I dreamed about for a long time before I actually was able to make my dream come true.  I love going to the expo, buying a bunch of runDisney merch, getting my bib, seeing the other costumes, getting the medals, and then celebrating at Disney Springs!  In short, I love everything about the experience.  If I have to haul my body 48.6 miles to participate in the ultimate Disney race weekend, so be it 🙂

What race is on your bucket list?  Reply below!

My First FULL


Everyone told me to run a full marathon before taking on the Dopey Challenge in January (much more on that later), so I bit the bullet and signed up for my first FULL – The Philadelphia Marathon.  That’s 26.2 miles, in case you didn’t know.

Think about how far away you would be if you DROVE 26.2 miles.  That’s how far I RAN.  With my LEGS.  My HUMAN LEGS.

Linus, being the loving husband that he is, helped me prepare by doing Insanity with me.  I no longer sell Beachbody products, but this is one that I always enjoyed, so we dusted it off and pushed PLAY.  I also did a bit of running to prepare, but that training did not involve a shirtless Linus, so you’re welcome.


Bright and early, we headed to the start line.  Linus was not running, but came to carry all the things.  This was the woman in front of me and I don’t know who you are, but I SOOOO needed to see this before I started.  Her sign says, “There will be days when I don’t know if I can run a marathon.  There will be a lifetime knowing that I have.”

I’m not crying, you’re crying!  Without a ton of training and IT band pain that had me in tears the past few months, it was going to take brute mental strength to get me through.


Brute mental strength and a great friend.  This is Sarah, you may remember her from a previous post when we ran the DIVAS Half together on a nice sunny day in September.  This day was not as kind to us.  Sarah and I suffered through freezing temps, a literal wind storm, rain, hail, and constant leaves flying in our faces (due to said wind).

Thought loop I had while running:

This is miserable, I hate this, will I ever be warm again, how much longer *repeat*

The time limit is 7 hours and we made it to the halfway point in 3 hours and 10 minutes.  When Sarah (the time keeper), announced this, I just knew we were going to make it.  I think my exact words were, “We’re going to God-damn finish this thing,” and I was right!

P.S. I owe you, friend!  You put up with me and were so encouraging.  I am SO SO thankful for our friendship.


The bus ride back to the hotel was like living a dream and a nightmare.  Still high off of finishing, my mind wanted to celebrate.

My body was screaming WHAT.THE.ACTUAL.FUCK?


After my victory on the streets of Philly, Linus and I had a fabulous meal at one of my favorite restaurants, Tinto.  Spanish food is my all-time favorite because I studied abroad in Bilbao and eating paella takes me back to one of the very best times of my life- ah, to be 20 again.  Or not, because now is also pretty good.

If you haven’t been to Philadelphia, it’s worth the trip.  Yeah, yeah, it’s not New York, but I think that’s what’s so great about it.  It’s not New York and it’s not trying to be.  The people and the City have a certain grit to them.  Everyone smokes and it’s fine because that’s life and maybe you just have to deal sometimes.  There is also a market called Reading Terminal where you can find just about every tasty treat that has ever existed.

Finally, the very best part of Philly is the Helium Comedy Club.  We saw D.L. Hughley after eating at Tinto and he rocked the house.  Seriously, we were laughing for a solid hour.  The opening acts were also amazing.  If I lived there I would go all the time.  You can see the best of Philly in a 3-day weekend, so put it on your calendar!

Shout out to my girl Melissa Ann who is in the hospital dealing with a melvin.  If you’re reading this, I hope you get out of captivity soon.  Love you.

Where is your favorite getaway?  Reply and let me know 🙂

Serving your followers

Hello Blog-o-sphere!  It’s been 10 months since my last post and I’ve thought about this blog every single day.  I started it because I was selling Beachbody products and wanted a bigger platform in which to sell diet and exercise plans.  I didn’t and still don’t feel great about that being the catalyst for starting this.  The truth is that I don’t want to sell you anything.  I thought I did, but that’s just not me anymore and I’m not sure it was ever my true reason.  If I’m totally honest with myself, I want to be known.

I’d love to say, “I’m just putting this out there in the world and I don’t care if anyone ever sees it.”  But that’s simply not the case.  I want my point of view to be out there, anywhere, and I want it to gain attention.  I want my words to lift others up, inspire people to be their authentic selves and do the things that bring happiness.  That’s all I can ever hope for in this life.

I’ve been listening to lots of podcasts lately.  The last one I listened to featured Glennon Doyle Melton, author of Love Warrior.  If you haven’t read it, please love yourself enough to spend $15.59 or $13 for the Kindle version and give yourself a few hours in which to read the most honest story of hard love and redemption ever written.  Anyway, Glennon was asked by a listener how to grow her podcast because she wanted more listeners.  This listener was debating whether she should do a blog in addition to her podcast, or if she should somehow advertise on other social media.  Glennon said to her, “Serve your followers on the platform that you already have.”  Ms. Melton has her own little blog called Momastery. It literally has millions upon millions of readers.  Glennon said that what she did when she had 14 followers is the same as what she does now.  She serves her followers. She said that serving your followers is what you can do to grow your audience and anything else you do is fake.  It’s fake to advertise yourself everywhere, or pay for followers.  The only way to truly make an impact is to do the hard work and be your genuine self.  If only one other person reads your posts, that’s it, you got it.  You changed one person’s day, job well done.

So, I’m going to write this weekly blog.  I’m going to put in the work with no expectations.  This is going to be from me, from the real me, to you, the person whose world I want to make a bit brighter.  Thank you for reading this and anything that is to come.