Tag Archives: Road running

The First Book Launch

As of August, 2016, I am officially a published author! My book, a self-help memoir called “Hello, My Name Is….. Warrior Princess” had it’s first launch. It was a fun event that I enjoyed tremendously. Writing a book is very similar to having a baby. Lots of planning, excitement, hardship, second guessing and was an emotional roller-coaster. In the end, it’s worth it and you’d do it all over again. Continue reading

Saying Thank You

I was having a rough week. It wasn’t just the week, it was the three months of stress and emotion leading up to this week. I wasn’t sleeping well and my night time regimen had been consisting of 3 ibuprofen and a sleeping pill. Not a good thing. In my every day life I was plugging along. My book got finished, my podcast interviews were started and my website was being built, my blog was less consistent but going well. I was on unemployment and not successfully finding a job, which meant I was able to spend the summer home with the kids which I hadn’t done in 11 years. I was running, meeting friends, taking online webinars and classes. I hope other than D no one knew how much I was falling apart inside. D knew because he sees the worst of me and my stress leaked out in very unattractive bursts of crying, insecurity, raising my voice and wondering if he’d figure out I’m crazy and want to climb out the window in the middle of the night. So far, he’s still sleeping next to me. Continue reading

Through The Looking Glass

I was getting ready for the day yesterday. Normal stuff – checking for stray brow hairs, trimming the nose hairs, looking for blackheads and putting on my puffy eye cream. It wasn’t just any day, though, and my examination of myself was more thorough. It was THE day – the first day of first grade. I had on a pair of panties that D has commented on favorably. Sure, no one at the elementary school will know, but I will and it made me feel good. I straighten my hair about once a week and today I was attempting to calm the wave. My choice to be more minimalist means I have fewer clothes and I know my style, so choosing outfits is pretty easy for me. In summer my go to is a pair of cutoff’s and a flowy shirt. I love my style (which is why it’s my style) and I’m happy with how I look, so it’s less a silent competition between elementary school moms and more wanting to look my best. I wear makeup two ways (if I wear it) – a little or a little more. No fuss, no stress, just me. Continue reading

Minimalism Lessons

Oh, minimalism, how you have changed things. I’ve downsized everything in my life, including emails and the way I process social media. It’s truly not just about the number of items you own, but more about showcasing the things in your life that are most important. It’s different for all of us, and it pops up in weird ways. It started with my closet and garage and slowly, silently creeped into all areas of my life. And I love it. Continue reading

Reno Tahoe Odyssey 2016

The Reno Tahoe Odyssey is in the books. The race I wasn’t sure I’d ever do again but I’m so glad I did. 178 miles, 2 vans, 12 people – all of us women from our 5:20 am running group. The majority of the women I knew, the ones I didn’t know well I knew very well by the end. It took us just over 30 hours to complete and we had a total of 2 hours of sleep on one of our breaks. People who have never run a relay think you’re crazy and don’t get it but those of us who have taken the leap know all too well how amazing they are. Continue reading

Weekend Away

D and I got away last weekend for about 48 hours. It’s the longest we’ve ever been gone without kids, although our older daughter watched her younger sister, so we managed to keep the family together. They did great (as was expected) and we got fun updates on their weekend. Continue reading

Giving Up

Sometimes you just have to give up. Move on. Let go. Sure, it might be difficult to do. Maybe even a little sad, but it needs to be done. You know logically that once you make the leap and let go, you’ll feel better, but still it’s hard. You resist the change even though you are certain it will be better for you in the end. You may be asking yourself what if? What if you give up and you can’t function. What if it’s the wrong choice? Hang tough. It’ll be OK. Continue reading

My First Spinning Class

It’s true. I’ve never been to a spinning class. Until today. Allow me to make something clear: Being an extrovert doesn’t mean I always like trying new things, or I always want to be around people. Sometimes it’s draining for us extroverts too. Group classes are out of my comfort zone, so I’ve never gone even though I’ve heard great things about them. Until today. We’re members of a fantastic gym and I do really love to go. I prefer having a trainer work with me for an hour, and without one I feel a little lost. I like having a plan, being pushed and setting goals. Classes would be the middle man in this equation. Not one on one, but a planned workout to push me. And it was pretty fun. Continue reading

Staying Connected without Unplugging

We have most assuredly entered a digital age. An era where we’ll be late to work, an appointment or a meeting if we forget our phone at home. An age where we worry that our kids won’t know how to actually speak to a human being and we might be losing touch with the real world. In our home, we have a “no phone zone” during dinner. I also put blocks on the phone internet use during the night and I get alerts on who the kids contact, how often and when. Still, it seems we are all being sucked into a virtual world. Getting rid of technology is an option – although not completely realistic in my opinion. Reducing tech time is certainly a good option – and one I already utilize. Shifting gears is also an option. Continue reading

Taking Chances In Life

Taking chances is hard. Scary. You may be afraid that people will tell you it can’t be done. That you’re silly. That you’ll never succeed. It’s amazing the heat you can get from naysayers. Why? Because they’re more afraid than you are. They don’t want to take a risk. They want to play it safe. They’re even afraid that you’ll succeed or prove them wrong, or – God forbid – move on without them. Thank those negative, spineless, so called friends. They’re part of the reason you will succeed. Continue reading