A Different Kind of Post

With such a busy year these past 10 months (and this time, no, they haven’t flown by), it’s hard to take the time to sit down and write. Writing is something I love to do, and this year, with changes due to a new job, I lost for a long time the things that make me so happy. However, I am determined not to give up, and have set some good goals.  I am a firm believer in the “you bring your own sunshine” school of thought, but some days that sunshine is more elusive than others. My little nephew is a lot like me sometimes. When things get crazy, he like to escape the drama, and go to a quiet corner and read, or in his case, be read to. For me, reading and writing are therapeutic, a cherished hobby. Writing for yourself is always more fun anyway – no boss to criticize you, to make you second guess yourself, no client to bend over backwards for – just you, a pen and paper, computer, typewriter, or however you choose to get your words out.  Like a good run, or a long ride or any kind of tough workout, I can work through things in my head, and either figure them out or get rid of them. After all, if after a ten-mile run a goal to that annoying problem doesn’t creep through your thoughts, might as well relegate it to the back burner and move on. Life is too short to dwell on every problem, so I aim to keep my head up, my wings out, and move on. Easier said than done, I know. 🙂

With all the stress of the year, I am excited to say that I got a new niece last week. After growing up with all of my relatives 2,000 miles away, having actual relatives in my city has been a dream come true! Not to mention that aside from me on my dad’s side of the family, she will be the first girl to come along, which is pretty cool! 🙂 I can’t wait to go see her again soon. Also, after much practice and hard training, I got picked up by Gold’s Gym Factory team for BMX! It is such an wonderful team, and I am beyond excited and thankful for this new part of my life.

Speaking earlier of books,  I recently picked up a few good ones. Among them, Racing Weight by Matt Fitzgerald, A Paris Apartment by Michelle Gable, and Eat Slow Run Fast by Elyse Kopecky and Shalene Flanagan, two amazing runners. I keep finding so many good running books on the shelves lately (those shelves being Amazon). One of my favorites is Once A Runner, by John L. Parker, Jr., along with the other two books in that trilogy. The main character, elite runner Quenton Cassidy is both inspiring and identifiable. The best stories are ones you can get lost in, and  for a book written in the 70’s, it completely makes sense today. If anyone out there hasn’t read this one and is looking for a good book, I urge you to check it out. Also, if anyone knows of a good book, running or not, I’m all ears.

This is going to be a short post, but bedtime is calling, and I need to be fully awake for a two hour practice session tomorrow at the track, and still need to pack some of my summer clothes in the suitcase to take back home. Also, nine minutes ago Monday officially ended, so the week is only going to get better from here, lol!

Good night!

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Sweet (and Hot) Summertime, and Catching Up

It’s summer already?! With 6 months to go, this year has flown by so fast! So much has happened this year, everything from starting a new job (along with navigating a new city during the week), to getting back into my training schedule after surgery, to some out of state trips, to finding out someone I thought was a good friend…well, wasn’t. But then again, being boldly and unapologetically used, manipulated, and lied to on multiple occurrences isn’t someone I want to waste my time on. Would anyone? Life is just too short for all that nonsense.
Aaaand, moving on. Since I’ve decided to blast my daily stressors away, and just have fun, by training for two of my favorite sports, I was at the park this last Sunday getting in a long run. I have a very bad habit of liking to sleep in on Sunday mornings, which is normally fine anytime in the fall or winter. However, running later than normal in the summer sun is a feat unto itself. Already reaching a blistering 90 degrees by 9 or 10 am, a hat, SPF 100 sunscreen, and a handheld water bottle are barely enough to combat what mother nature has to throw. Regardless of the sunscreen, I now have the worst sock and tan lines known to man. Summer goals as follows: wake up at 6:30 and get moving!
Recently, with all the rain, my favorite local park’s paved trail has been falling off bit by large bit, like a crumbling cookie into Buffalo Bayou. I try to stay off the paved trail as much as I can, since the flat dirt trail is so much more fun. I love the feeling and crunch of the ever-changing dirt under my feet, the sounds of nature all around me, and the feeling of the wind when it sometimes blows by, sanding down the edges of the summer heat and making a hot humid day more bearable. I was heading back to the car at mile 5, with 3 more to go when I ran into another runner at the water fountain. I didn’t know him, but have seen him around at times. I asked him how many miles he had done, and we started a conversation. We will call him E. He is from Jamaica, super-fast, and an ultra-runner. We ran the last three miles together, and he gave me some great training advice, some of which I started yesterday. We talked about so much, his family, politics, the current state of the job market, etc. The conversation was unique. How many times do we have great conversations with strangers? (And I’m not talking about that weird guy who ran beside me for 4 miles twice earlier in the year, yammering on and throwing out uncomfortable compliments.) I’m so glad I got to meet E., and hope to see him out on the trails on weekends.

Urban exploring with Jess

Lately, I feel more comfortable in workout or racing clothes. Due to the sometimes two-a-days of running and BMX training, I find I am in a constant state of either being sweaty, having wet hair from a shower, napping, or sporting the braid and makeup-less face of someone who is about to go get sweaty. I don’t hate it! Don’t get me wrong, I love wearing cute street clothes, they’re so much fun. I can go to a mall (or ThredUp.com) and find a few things I like, and getting a few new things sometimes is nice, but a cute, sometimes pink, moisture wicking fabric that can’t wick sweat away fast enough in the summer? Yes, please. Sign me up for that. Don’t even get me started on cute BMX clothes and mountain bike shoes 💃🏼 Well, it’s been a long week and I’m looking forward to a chill session and a good nap before the weekend officially begins. Hope everybody has a wonderful one!

The secret to looking cute after training: filter filter filter😜

2017 USA BMX Lone Star Nationals

Last weekend, April 22nd and 23rd began with a rocky start. Peeling myself out of bed for the first of what would be two 6am wake up calls, I gathered my gear and both bikes and headed out the door for what was to be a sunshine soaked weekend or mayhem and good old fun. The door opened to darkness and gently pelting rain. Great. This necessitated quick runs to the car, each trip adding some important piece to the weekend. Crunching down the gravel driveway off the main road, I quickly found parking at the track, and proceeded to nap away for another 30 or so minutes. Ah! Heaven! Practice had started, and I took a few quick laps around on my 20” to get warmed up, then met up with my team to get ready for a day of BMX racing. The rain stopped, remaining overcast and cool. So many people were here from different countries, since the UCI World Qualifier had taken place on Friday. I had a blast hanging out with my team, and grabbed a 2nd place in both class and cruiser on Saturday, as well as Sunday, and bought some cute pink goggles from J&R. After my placings, I now have a burning desire to keep practicing. I also earned an entire sheet of stamps (pink Sidi’s in the future?)!

My reward for a good weekend, new wheel set here I come!

Overall, I learned what I can improve on, as well as what I was doing really well at. I realize enough to be very grateful and thankful for the ability to be in the position to race, since there are people who want to but can’t. I am very lucky to be able to do what I love, and I will never take that for granted. Every time I pedal my heart out on the track, it makes me so happy. The track was in such good condition, and so much fun to ride on even with the extreme headwinds pushing back as everyone rounded the second turn. Each time I got off the track my legs were burning; I guess that’s what is meant by “leaving it all on the track”, because by the very last lap of the last day, I had nothing left!


(Lane 2 above)

This last week has been an effort to run more and build mileage for an upcoming half marathon, sort of a mid-way goal to see if I should dare take on the entire beast one day. I found an awesome park about 5 minutes from where I am staying, and have been out there religiously. It’s absolutely beautiful, and in the evening I run determined, sore legs and ragged breathing, surrounded by fireflies. I haven’t seen this many since I was a kid visiting relatives in Ohio. It’s magical, for lack of a better word. 

The running clears my head, the sometimes monotony lets me think. The sounds of Janis Joplin and Pink Floyd filter through the tiny earbuds and into my head. It’s funny, the memories a sing can bring. Wish You Were Here comes on and suddenly I’m 19 and back at an old BMX track, it’s summertime, and leathers and a long sleeve jersey at any other place would seem like a punishment of epic proportions. That same song was playing, and I remember the track operator saying that she wanted that song at her funeral when she died. Thankfully, she is very much alive, but whenever I hear it I am back at that day, the song taking on a whole new meaning, and the sudden realization that it may mean something completely different yet equally important to her.

Everything’s been challenging this year. I got a job 2 ½ hours away from my house, so have been renting out a room with friends. It’s been tough not seeing my family and friends whenever I want to, but I work Monday – Thursday there, and go home Friday – Sunday. It’s been hard being away, and tough getting up the will to train, but I am trying my best to overcome it and make the best out of it, which I do have a lot to be thankful for. I love the people I am staying with, the folks at the track here, and my co-workers as well. I am beyond happy to be able to reconnect with my friend here, because she’s such an amazing person and I’m so glad to know her. I’m also ready to pick up the training again and see where I can go with it. I hope everyone has been having a good year so far, and at the very least a good week. So many changes come with life, that the toughest thing to do sometimes is to just roll with it. It’s going to be a good year though! I feel it! Till then, keep the rubber side down.😁

The End

All run down. No pun intended.

Everyone has those moments when they get so rundown all they want to do is sleep, and dream about sleeping. That moment for me has been this week. With the Cajun Nationals in Monroe last weekend, and everyone being sick at work Monday, I have been a bit under the weather this whole week. No running, no training, just me and some Emergen-C. 

This week has unfortunately hereby been declared sloth week. I don’t think I’ve slept this much in a long time, watched this many movies on Netflix, or took a such deep long look at my current training or nutrition. Naturally they need to improve, so I made an anti junk food promise to myself this morning; that means no free cookies and cake at work, no cheesecake slices at the grocery store, and none of those delicious packets of skittles after practice at the track. Post long run meals no longer consist of chicken finger baskets. Looking at it that way, it wasn’t just a fall off the wagon, that was a catapult off! 

I was so tired this morning. Does anyone else love to wake up and listen to the rain hitting the window? It’s the perfect lazy Sunday intro. Anyway, I stumbled out of bed, grabbed whatever long dress was closest in the closet to hide road rash knee, forgot makeup in total, concocted a topknot that should not be seen by anyone in public, and somehow happened to make it to work on time. It was strange not wearing makeup in public. After going through the years of horrible breakouts, then later Accutane, I got really good at makeup. I can’t do eyeliner to save my life, but I’m a complete pro at concealing. I got so used to brushing and buffing  and blotting that it became second nature. I definitely don’t miss the days when I was breaking out so badly I wore a full face of makeup to the park to work out. 

On a better note…

I hope everyone enjoyed the beautiful weather last weekend. There was a bmx national in Monroe, Louisiana that was fun. I got two 1st places on my cruiser bike, a 1st in class, and fell in my other class main (hence, the scabby knee). 

Staying out in front

A lengthy description may follow later, but this, my friends, is sloth week, and sloths take their sweet time when they are under the weather. Besides, it’s face mask and wholehearted attempt at distraction from my sore throat with some Netflix time. 😴 😷

Family and Friends, Thank You.

So here’s a few crazy months tied into a little neat one post- Red Valentino boot type bow. If such a succinct thing exists without being thrown off into a hundred digressive stories along the way. Either way I’ll try, so here goes. I know New Years comes with resolutions. Never having been keen on those I will make one however- I vow to blog more. Simple enough. Apparently I find it tough though. 

The last few months have thrown me into an impossible tailspin. So many things happened so close together that it was hard to make heads and tails at all of one thing, let alone many. 

  1. November 16th I ran the Cypress Half Marathon. It definitely wasn’t anywhere near a PR. One of the many lessons I’ve learned this year is to pick a race and stick to a training plan. I ran so many races that they slammed against each other in my mind as one continuous amalgam of weekend activities. They were all a blast, but I signed up for so many that it became something I had to simply get through rather than something to PR in. This tactic is absolutely perfect for covering a large amount of ground, but the lack of fine tuning and specialized training led to a joyless plan on a calendar- one that you must endure rather than relish. Regardless, it was a great race put on by such a wonderful group of people. I ran it with J as well, which is always a blast. She’s training for her first full, and she is such a good person and inspires me daily with her dedication. It was a tough race, my breathing was labored and hard to draw in as usual. The only difference between the last few runs and the runs prior was the sense of unbroken hopefulness coursing through every part of me. As my breathing remained an everlasting  steadfast reminder of the troubles anyone with the same issues may have, my frustration was at an all time high and growing. Still had fun but it was a tough run!
  2. Thanksgiving weekend two weeks later was an amazing experience. The USA BMX grand nationals took over Tulsa once again in what unfurled into a tiring, stressful, joyous, exciting time- surreal to be back for the first time since, what? 2006? I raced my heart out and made do with the limited training I had. Basically the plan was to just have fun and ride for fun and hang with my team, and cheer on (and race!) old friends. That plan worked out nicely, as it was one of the best weekends I could have asked for, considering I was away from family on turkey day. I ended up with NAG 5 on class, NAG 2 on cruiser, and also a national number on cruiser. 
    Resting in front of the fireplace on a cold day
    Chilling with Staci after our round
    Team Exile
  3. Okay let’s fast forward two weeks: the Katy 10 miler ended up getting rained out, so since we were able to get our medals, a bunch of us just ran it in virtual form the next weekend. 
  4. Before Christmas I had a major surgery. I’m not going to say what it was, but it to help my breathing. 🙂  As of now I’m recovering on some very limited workouts. It’s frustrating not to be able to get up and go like before, but in the future it will be worth it. It’s tough seeing others continue with their workouts and runs, because I feel like I’m starting from scratch. I believe that this feeling, too, shall pass.
  5. I recently began work in a new city. I packed a suitcase and an armful of stuff and drove out. It’s a good job and everyone’s nice. I think I bawled whenever I was alone for the first week. It was surreal. It was Alice falling down the rabbit hole- well, minus the drugs. I’m blessed to have this opportunity and to have my friends and coworkers here, but I miss my family so much. I miss my cat, and my friends. Be home soon McLovin!:)
    McLovin Bear 🐻

I think the most important thing at this point is to remember why I’m choosing to run and ride– in the long and short of it it makes me supremely happy. With everything going on, it calms me down, gives me a goal to chase and makes me feel like electricity- like I can do anything. Like I can accomplish something I was never meant to, and like being born with a disability was a speed bump rather than a wall. 

Time to go finish this Janis Joplin documentary and listen to the rain. I hope you all are having a wonderful week. Time to go put on some Karma from Lush and handle it. 😄😋✌🏼️Peace, man. 

Nothing better than crunching leaves in the fall

USA BMX Gold Cup weekend

First rule of a crazy couple weeks: breathe. That, and don’t forget to pack the necessary gear.
Two weeks ago (Sept. 17th & 18th) was our Gold Cup Southern Central Finals. Snacks and drinks were bought, the cooler was stocked with plenty of ice, the car and bike was washed and shined, and everything under the sun was thrown haphazardly in the eggplant colored behemoth that is my roller luggage. The drive to De Soto, a small town about 45 minutes South of Dallas was a dream of a road trip. Good music was on, (pop was traded for classic rock) the sun was shining, and the Blue Beast got a whopping 45 mpg. (Yay for being an adult and caring about gas mileage!) I made it to the track, signed up at the USA BMX trailer, checked out the layout, and said hi to people I haven’t seen in a while. Being at Metroplex BMX felt so surreal. The last time I was at the track was 2005 or 6, when I used to come ride on Saturday nights and then camp out for the like the little weirdo I was. I went through that college party phase, but give me a chill outdoorsy activity on a Saturday night over babysitting drunken idiots at a club any day. It was such an amazing feeling to be back at a place I had loved so much. After checking out the race that afternoon, I checked in to my hotel and scoped out the local food offerings.
Coming to a major competition after not having ridden in the last month and a half, and being pretty much incapacitated due to allergies for the last two weeks was a bit worrying. Cue nervous looking cartoon person wringing hands while sweating bullets, anxiously searching left and right for a way out. Yikes. Plan of the weekend—hold your s#*t together, try your hardest, and have fun. Solid plan.
Practice on Saturday was a blast! It was so much fun to get out there and be active again, not to mention I absolutely love doing gates. Your version of a Monday night football party is my version of gates. Yep, I know it’s weird. I’m okay with that. Fast forward to the actual races— Saturday and Sunday I had 4 other women in my moto. I got 3rd each race each day, and it was awesome to chase the 1st and 2nd place girls (one had come all the way from New Mexico to race). I also came to the realization that I needed to train. A lot. And hard. And starting yesterday. 😛 New solid plan. 


I loved getting to see some people that I never usually get to see, and being outside on a weekend like that was a blessing. It was pretty hot out, so I drank my weight in water and Powerade and went back to the cooler in between motos to happily dunk the bottom half of my arms in the ice.
The track itself is in a large semi covered enclosure, and located in Grimes Park. Both days just about every baseball and soccer field was in use, but there was plenty of parking. The park itself is gorgeous and I wish we had something like it in my area. Everything was so beautiful and I wish that I had taken more pictures of the park and fields.


Oh! And did I mention? With my points going into the weekend from the previous two Gold Cup qualifiers and the final two races, I got lucky and ended up with the Gold Cup #1 plate in my 20” class!!! Woohoo!! I got a cute jacket and a number plate, and a burger and frozen lemonade from Sonic on the way home. Hold you s%*t together mission complete. J
I hope everyone’s having a MAAAAHHHHVALOUS day!

Happy Labor Day!

Gooooood mooooorning- from the comfort of my bed and a bunch of allergy pills and Day Quil! I hope everyone’s Labor Day is starting with a bang. I have been laying around the house in a daze since yesterday, trying to fight off whatever crazy allergies these fronts have decided to swing our way in anticipation of fall (and yes, pumpkin spiced errythang!). Not too much fun, but on the bright side I just might get to finish off some old Vapo Rub that expired in ’99. Not to mention that a day off work is still fun. 


(Some September flowery goodness)

So back to it being Labor Day…the day of crazy retail sales and the ever present throngs of crazy parking lot driving mall shoppers, ready at a moment’s notice to willingly elbow you over the last pair of Feetures socks. I mean, come on, those things never go on sale. Forgiven. That being said, I’m a girl who likes to shop for the necessities in relative peace, so malls most days are not for me. I did find some pretty cool steals online though, which was pretty perfect considering I did not have to go anywhere near a retail establishment. Yay! 

ThredUp.com has recently been my go-to place to find secondhand clothing that looks pretty close to brand new. While I love casual clothes, who wants to spend lots of hard earned money dressing for work? So with that in mind I have scored some pretty cool fall stuff that can transition to a work ready outfit for a fraction of the price. Their shipping takes awhile, but my wallet is totally cool with that. I got a few pieces this weekend, including a brand new Nicole Miller blue maxi dress for 11$, some super tall Steve Madden gold gladiator sandals for 13$, and a beautiful new Anthropologie dress for 18$. Not to mention saved an extra 20% off as well (CELEBRATE20) for Labor Day!:) Shopping on a budget can be challenging, but this site makes it so much easier. 

The other site I visited is Oiselle.com. Oiselle running clothes are definitely amazing and super high quality, but with those student loans and regular adulting duties taking priority, my Oiselle obsession is relegated to a Christmas or birthday wish list. Until today. Code LABORDAY will get you an additional 40% off of all sale items (today only). I got to score some cute olive colored shorts, one of those tanks with a built in bra (the design on it is a close up of a molecule–thus fulfilling my slight obsession with reading about anything physics related–I can now represent my nerdiness while out in public on a park trail, think whole new level of cool-take that Sheldon!), and last but not least a long sleeve lime colored top with some cute flying birds on it I have been coveting since last year. 

Being stuck in bed with allergies is no bueno, but Saturday I did get to complete my long run of 6 miles. After the heat of this summer, I’m trying to rebuild my mileage again. It was so much fun running through my favorite park trail, and at 80 degrees it was surprisingly cool out. I’m thinking they might have to redirect part of the path though…flooding is no joke!


Being out in nature is so much fun, not to mention therapeutic. I can think through things that are going on in my life, and usually by the time I’m done I’ve worked things out, set a plan, and am tired and happy! 


Everyone have a happy Labor Day! Time for me to take a Benadryl and kick some allergy butt! ✌🏼️😴

Run happy: The power of positivity in everyday life

It’s a typical rainy August Sunday morning; each humidity soaked step bringing me further from the house and closer to the ominous gray clouds rolling in on the horizon. As usual with a lazy wet Sunday only a few cars pass by, leaving me in silence with the sound of my shoes trying their best to grip wet pavement, and raindrops dislodging from their temporary home on the oak leaves high above. My legs, achy from too many days off, beg me to go back home and turn on the tv. Too bad, legs, this is too much fun. 🙂 Happy Sunday Runday!!

Recently, I have been taking a free class on resume building and interview skills at a local church, in the hope that learning more about these skills will help me in boosting my career. I am now armed with a new resume, and just as importantly a renewed sense of confidence and positivity. Positivity is so important in every aspect of life, from running happy to attacking the day with a positive attitude. Granted, not everything will go your way all the time, nor is that expectation a realistic one. I’ve learned the hard way not to let another’s negativity and bad attitude affect my own attitude, or my actions. It’s one of the toughest things I’ve ever learned how to do, but one of the most rewarding. 
Remaining positive while training for competition is one of the most helpful tools in your toolbox. When I practice anything with a good attitude and a sense of fun, I want to keep going, and suddenly my mistakes or slow times become less of a hindrance and more of a kicking off point. At bmx nationals I’ve seen parents yell at their kids for what they consider a poor performance, forgetting why they started in the first place. I’ve seen this happen in many different sports. Reality check. The chances are beyond slim that their kid will have a sports career, and getting slimmer by the second, as I have seen so many burn out. It’s not fun to them anymore, it’s their entire life, and it becomes a chore. 

We all get down every now and then, and if we are lucky, we have wonderful friends who are there to talk to us and pick us back up. I am lucky to say I have that. But constantly negative people? Or people who want to be in your company because of how they can benefit? No, thank you. I don’t like to be around that, do you? I’ve distanced myself from the negative Nancy’s, and have never felt better. No eternal suck-fest bringing me down. No black hole preaching impossibilities that I will eventually drink the Kool Aid and also buy into. Consider it a spring cleaning of the soul. 

I believe in the power of positivity- sometimes it is a warm glow around me and sometimes it’s a life raft, but it’s definitely something I’m never letting go of. Sometimes it can be the only thing we have, so let’s use it! The world is full of such amazing things and places and opportunities, and I stopped listening a long time ago to people who liked to dictate what I was and wasn’t capable of. As someone born with a physical dissability, I grew up being taught that “can’t” is not a word to believe in. Because of that, I can ride a bmx bike like a crazy woman and run fast with a happy soul! Sometimes choosing to NOT listen is as important as being a good listener. 

So how do you attack they day with a great attitude? Believe in it. Wake up every morning and tell yourself what you love about yourself, or your family, or friends, or day. There is always someone who has it a whole lot worse that we do and is a whole lot happier about what they do have. Brand names and money don’t make my soul happy- I’m happy because I choose to be. I’m positive about my career. I believe that hard work pays off, maybe not in the way that is planned, but it does pay off. Things are wonderful, they will work out, and I choose happiness regardless. I choose to wake up every day and live my journey with a smile, and perhaps some light scarcasm, because who doesn’t love light scarcasm. 😉 

So lace up those running shoes, do those sprints, pedal so fast your legs burn, get out there and talk to people, cheer on and support a friend or a loved one. Do whatever you need to do, and do it with a happy soul.

Some ducks out along the way

Cheat days: good or coping mechanism?


During the last month I’ve been meaning to blog much more often. However, due to a bad lingering cold and long days made longer by a once a week class on job hunting, then subsequent readying of related materials, both my mileage and my goal to write more have suffered more than a bare booty sitting on a cactus. 

Fast forward to last week. I decided that it would be immensely gratifying to stop by the growth store after work and pick up some sushi and a few brownie bites for a cheat meal. I was standing in line to check out, and got into a conversation with the man behind me. He was buying two bags of Oreos and 5 or 6 small bottles of soda. He laughed  easily as we both agreed how glad we were that it was Friday, and he pointed to his stash, letting me in on his dirty little secret–it was his cheat meal. He very quickly mentioned that he would be hitting the gym bright and early Saturday morning, but this evening it was ON. Suddenly I didn’t feel too bad about my sushi and brownie bites. 

This brings us to the question, have cheat days been given free reign based on our justification on eating some chicken or a salad the rest of the working week? When is enough junk food enough? 

It seems that we, perhaps as a culture, have taught ourselves that in order to eat healthy we must have a reward- that reward being food that is unhealthy. This logic, while used by many, myself included, is not so much logic as much as a form of justification to “cheat” on our diets. 

Eating healthy should be considered less of a diet and more of a lifestyle choice. While the end goal is to continue a healthy way of life, considering a cookie or a brownie bite “cheating” is not something I wish to do. The word cheat fills me with a sense of immense guilt and shame. It’s as if I’m in a relationship with my food, and the carrots and tomatoes  from my salad will leave me for taking a bite of that cookie. I don’t want to feel guilty about indulging every now and then. 

On the other hand, when did a so-termed cheat meal grant us permission to go on an all night binge? Until recently, I didn’t realize how much cheat days or cheat meals have become their own beast. 

From now on I am setting a new goal. I am no longer using the word “cheat” to describe what I choose to eat. I am going to continue to strive for a healthy diet, but I am not going to deprive myself to the point when I need to binge on cakes, or anything else for enjoyment. Let’s not even get into where binge eating can lead. 

We are not perfect, and social media can not even begin to describe who we are, or what we go through on a daily basis. I’m a work in progress, and personally, cheat meals don’t make me a happier person. What does make me happy is not feeling like crap the day after having a sugary greasy meal. From now on, cheat day is not in my vocabulary, although random indulgence will still be. 😉

Happy 4th of July:  Maintaining A Training Schedule in the Summer Heat?

Good morning and Happy 4th of July! As I write this it’s only 9am and the sun’s already baking everything in sight-not that it’s going to put a damper on the fun today, it’s just a fact of south Texas life. Long runs have crept down from 12 miles to a whopping 4 or 5, necessitating hand held water bottles for what used to be an easy run in the fall and winter. A handful of laps around the BMX track in practice leaves one overheated,out of breath, and looking like you just doused yourself in a pool.
I took off Friday from work along with J, and we went to F’s place for a girls day at the pool. Apparently Friday was known as National Ditch Day, so yes we were glad to be a part of that! We made frozen wine slushies by blending moscato with various frozen fruit. They were so tasty and easy to make, and will surely be blended up again. Sometimes with the craziness of how fast a daily routine can go, it was a refreshing change of pace to lay at the pool with friends under the Palm trees. 


On Saturday at my hometrack, we had a drone filming our practice and the races for a spot on the local news. I absolutely love going to the track to practice. I still have a long way to go, but the goal is to get back to where I was. I got a bunch or practice, got to see some friends, and got a snowcone before I left. The flavor was called Panama Sunrise; it was the color of a sunrise, and sour. K’s baby tried some, and judging by the wrinkle of his little brow, I think he agreed. 

Lately I’ve been waiting for it to cool down outside before running. I cut my mileage almost in half in the summer, sometimes even leaving the Garmin at home if I know the route, and carrying water for anything over four miles. Running in 80 & 90 degree temps is rough,so I try to do things that keep running fun. I try a different route, and even listen to music, which I don’t normally like to do. To combat the mosquitos I found some bug spray by Avon that is also spf 30. Sunscreen and a hat are must haves!! Sunglasses as well if you have them. 

Runs have been so much tougher. However, when the sun is going down, leaving pink cotton candy clouds in a light blue sky, and a slight breeze comes through the moss covered trees, and the deafening sound of cicadas rings out over the newly waking streetlights, it’s actually alright. It seems to always be those little details that are remembered later.


Yesterday night, on the last mile of a training run, fireworks were popping in the sky. Blue, Pink, yellow, red, and green exploding a few blocks over in what I wish could happen everyday. I love fireworks. Not the little ones that litter up the streets and become an amalgam of burnt paper and crumbled wrapping, but the huge ones that fill up the sky with unending color. During the Running of the Bulls in Pamplona, they have firework shows. I remember sitting there on the ground with friends just wishing it could last forever. That being said, I really love holidays that involve pyrotechnics. Haha. 

Off to the pool again with D to enjoy this beautiful and blessed day! (Raises water bottle with dissolved Nuun tablet in it) Cheers! 🙂