San Francisco Half Marathon Recap

August 16, 2016


Cliché I know, but there are few better feelings than crossing the finish line– the swell of emotions, the excitement, relief. Tears (naturally) for me, a cold beer (Anchor Steam) presented to me by my sister.

Sweat dried in salty rivers around my face, white Lulu tank soaked through. Cold, but not, and buzzing with adrenalin, endorphin-charged high. Stoke level 100. 


Post-shower (me) with my two faves. What champs! They ran 26.2 miles & look amazing.

A smile unfading despite feeling the sudden tightness in my quads, twinge in my knees, the throb in my Achilles.

This year’s SF Half Marathon coincidentally fell on the same weekend as my apartment move. Packing and shuffling boxes combined with race prep and a friend’s visit to run with us meant struggling with the balancing act– but somehow we made it all happen.

(I’m not kidding when I say I get by with a little a shoot ton of help from my friends.)

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Make It Mean More: Why I’m Running 13.1 Miles

July 25, 2016

Thirteen years ago I stood on a scale and hated the number I saw for the first time.

I don’t remember what the digits were, but I knew they were higher than the number my friend saw. And suddenly these lines were no longer just empty numbers– they were empty vessels holding all my not enough-ness. 


My 12-year-old body saw everything she was not  reflected in these numbers: not skinny enough. Not pretty enough. Not smart enough, not responsible or mature enough. Not old enough. Not fast enough. Not funny enough, witty enough, nice enough.


It’s been thirteen years. 13 years. And I’ve had enough. So I’m running 13.1 miles, one mile for each year, to prove it.

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Tough, Love.

July 19, 2016

Being tired doesn’t make you special. Being busy doesn’t make you special. We all woke up early today. We all have our shit. You can choose to be the victim, or you can choose to change your attitude. It’s about making a choice.

-My SoulCycle instructor, Lauren


It was 6am on a Thursday. The room was dark and warm and I could feel the pounding bass reverberate through my bones. There were nearly 60 of us packed into the room, sweat already beading on our foreheads as we adjusted our bikes and began to pedal.

But as I tried to close my eyes and get into the zone  for the next 45 minutes of this SoulCycle class, I struggled. I was so tired. 

And then my instructor, Lauren, dished up the quote above and it was a lightbulb-flashing-much-needed-sermon to my ears and my heart. At that moment I knew–

Sometimes what we need a big serving of tough love with a side helping of quit the bullshit  to get us where we need to go.

So here’s a helping served up fresh.

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Why It’s OK to Miss It — A Story of Nouns

July 12, 2016

Our lives are a constant ebb and flow of nouns.

People, places, things– we call them ours for a season and then we say goodbye, let go, move on, leaving a pile of nouns in our wake during each transition.


This isn’t necessarily careless, this isn’t even a bad thing. Circumstances change. WE change. We grow. Other places and people and things, sometimes they change with us. Grow with us.

And other times, they don’t.

This is ok.

So here’s my moment of pure honesty: a couple of weeks ago I started missing some of my old nouns like heck:

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Life Lately: Let It Feel Good

July 1, 2016

Mid-July marks my six month anniversary of my move to San Francisco. July 16, if we want to be exact.

(And if you’ve been reading along for the past six months, you may be dang tired of me writing about and talking about my move– but sorry not sorry, this topic isn’t going away any time soon.)

But today instead of waxing poetic on my love for my city, my home, I’m going to talk about enjoyment.


Blown away by the bay

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