Despite my attempts to exercise regularly the effort was simply not enough. I was not happy of the body I stared at every day and I was so tired of being mentally wrung out. I needed an outlet and I needed a change. So now, I kickbox.
Winter really can suck the life out of you and it sure does beat me up. Every. Year. This year it did so quite literally.
I am definitely one of those working mothers who lives on coffee and wine. You know the ones I mean. The ones who post coffee memes on their Facebook. The ones who use the emoji of a wine glass after any stressful statement they may text or post on social media. The ones who can’t seem to manage their busy lives without a cup of coffee in their hand and glass of wine to wind down at night. That is me. Well, it was me.
I need to find a way to kick these winter blues for good. Life is too short and I can’t waste three months of my life every year being moody, sluggish, and irritated. Well, I think I found my savior.
October 8th is all about ME. On October 8th I run my very first half marathon. Over the last few months, my friend and I have spent many hours running. We ran together, and I have run alone. I have: Ran. Sweat. Cried. Complained. Supported. Listened. Bitched. Given up. Motivated. Been motivated. Gotten hurt. Self-doubted.
It’s been 46 days since I’ve run. Forty-six days ago I hurt myself while training for a half marathon. I was devastated. I read up on running injuries and followed all the advice – I iced, I took ibuprofen, I stretched, I rested, you name it. After a torturous week of
After having my sons I started running with the sole intention of losing the baby weight. Since then I’ve had a love/hate relationship with running. I ran a few 5Ks this spring and felt pretty good about myself, but then something inside of me changed and I started to question, “If I can run 3.1 miles, could
I recently ran my first 5k. This has been a goal of mine for some time now, and I have finally accomplished it. For me, running that race was SO much more than that. There were valuable life lessons that were reaffirmed for me not only that day, but also during my journey spent getting to that point. Lessons
Alarm goes off at 4:45am and my brain screams at my hand to make it effing stop. It’s dark out and I hate that any of this is happening. Why is this happening? No matter how many times I do this, I simply cannot comprehend what is going on because SLEEP. I put on my
Having a daughter has raised my awareness of women in the media. Women selling things. More focus on pretty than strong. There’s nothing wrong with pretty, by the way. I’m not writing this to chastise anyone. But I often think about this question: What do I want for my daughter in terms of confidence, health,