keep pushing
The NYC half marathon was an incredible experience. With over 20,000 runners this was the biggest half marathon field I’ve ran in. 
By no means am I a world class runner. To be honest, I am actually quite slow. I’m proud to say I was able to finish the race in 2:26:47. I didn’t realized I PR’d until that evening by two minutes.  
I was picked by lottery on the second go around. That being said, it did not leave me a lot of time to train.  I only had 8 weeks and I knew I would be pushing it as I was still recovering from a hip flexor injury. 
Leave it to the experts and experience.
I have been running for about 10 years. Most of my training came from trail and error, finding a plan that worked, injuries, etc. I finally found a 3 day a week plan that worked about 4 years ago. Love it. 
Second, I never did weight training. I hated going to the smelly gym and touching all the equipment from nasty people. Yes, I’m a bit OCD but had to get over it.  Last year I started to work with a personal trainer. Since I was dealing with other injuries I started working with him to get in overall better conditioning. Leveraging his knowledge and experience is key. He came up with a training plan that I modified based on my running schedule. 
Now that I had the plan it was time to execute. The toughest part was staying disciplined to the plan. I had every excuse to miss a running day or go the gym to lift weights.  Also, sacrificing my social life was in order. This was the toughest part of training. I am by no means a popular person but I do enjoy time with friends at the local watering hole. So staying in on a Friday night knowing I would be going to the gym early in the morning and sleeping early on a Saturday night to so I would be rested for a Sunday long run. It was tough to ignore text messages and see friends posting their debauchery on social media.  I got used to it. 
Race day.
As the weeks quickly melted away, the morning finally came. “Trust my training.”  I kept telling myself. Despite the below freezing weather I ran my run.  It was the most amazing experience knowing I did the best that I could to train. Eating healthy, drinking less alcohol, sleeping more, and staying on track. So hooray for me.  The circumstances in life for why we can’t do something are just that, circumstances. Life doesn’t make it easy, so either you take control or it will control you. I saw others in my social media circle who also met their goals this weekend. I also see more who have an excuse why they haven’t.  

As I fly back home to the west coast writing this I’m preparing for my next race in my head.  I’m excited.

The NYC half marathon was an incredible experience. With over 20,000 runners this was the biggest half marathon field I’ve ran in.
By no means am I a world class runner. To be honest, I am actually quite slow. I’m proud to say I was able to finish the race in 2:26:47. I didn’t realized I PR’d until that evening by two minutes.
I was picked by lottery on the second go around. That being said, it did not leave me a lot of time to train. I only had 8 weeks and I knew I would be pushing it as I was still recovering from a hip flexor injury.
Leave it to the experts and experience.

I have been running for about 10 years. Most of my training came from trail and error, finding a plan that worked, injuries, etc. I finally found a 3 day a week plan that worked about 4 years ago. Love it.
Second, I never did weight training. I hated going to the smelly gym and touching all the equipment from nasty people. Yes, I’m a bit OCD but had to get over it. Last year I started to work with a personal trainer. Since I was dealing with other injuries I started working with him to get in overall better conditioning. Leveraging his knowledge and experience is key. He came up with a training plan that I modified based on my running schedule.
Now that I had the plan it was time to execute. The toughest part was staying disciplined to the plan. I had every excuse to miss a running day or go the gym to lift weights. Also, sacrificing my social life was in order. This was the toughest part of training. I am by no means a popular person but I do enjoy time with friends at the local watering hole. So staying in on a Friday night knowing I would be going to the gym early in the morning and sleeping early on a Saturday night to so I would be rested for a Sunday long run. It was tough to ignore text messages and see friends posting their debauchery on social media. I got used to it.
Race day.
As the weeks quickly melted away, the morning finally came. “Trust my training.” I kept telling myself. Despite the below freezing weather I ran my run. It was the most amazing experience knowing I did the best that I could to train. Eating healthy, drinking less alcohol, sleeping more, and staying on track. So hooray for me. The circumstances in life for why we can’t do something are just that, circumstances. Life doesn’t make it easy, so either you take control or it will control you. I saw others in my social media circle who also met their goals this weekend. I also see more who have an excuse why they haven’t.

As I fly back home to the west coast writing this I’m preparing for my next race in my head. I’m excited.

life lessons

blood is always thicker than water
never bite the hand that feeds you
your time is the most valuable resource
always repay your debts
your actions will always be remembered.

A little something that reminds me of my last trip to the bay.

Back from the East Coast and remembering my roots.

My dad was stationed here, I was born here, I got to run here. #adidas #adidasrunning #runningrage #703 (at Quantico Marines Barrack Field)

My dad was stationed here, I was born here, I got to run here. #adidas #adidasrunning #runningrage #703 (at Quantico Marines Barrack Field)

Just give me a minute….. #strava #adidasrunning #adidas #garmin

Just give me a minute….. #strava #adidasrunning #adidas #garmin

The discipline to do something great for yourself is never easy.

The discipline to do something great for yourself is never easy.

When there is nothing left, I draw on the all the pain and hurt I’ve gone through in my life.  I dig down deep and find tell myself each step forward is a step to overcoming what controls me.  Each push is proving each of those people wrong that I should give up, each step is my answer to everyone who didn’t believe in me, the last 1/2 mile is to tell her that I never gave up, and each sprint to the end is together.


Each finish is to say I did it for us.
When there is nothing left, I draw on the all the pain and hurt I’ve gone through in my life. I dig down deep and find tell myself each step forward is a step to overcoming what controls me. Each push is proving each of those people wrong that I should give up, each step is my answer to everyone who didn’t believe in me, the last 1/2 mile is to tell her that I never gave up, and each sprint to the end is together.

Each finish is to say I did it for us.