Adjust Your Sails

At this very moment, this is my view.

I’m sitting in a lawn chair, in the entrance of my house, working on a blog (because the internet doesn’t work in the apartment…). I miss this house. I haven’t gotten to live in it for nearly 5 months. 

Over those months, my emotions about the situation have had many ups and downs. It’s super exciting to imagine what my home is going to look like when it’s all put back together. But it can also be extremely frustrating to live in a one room apartment and have two young boys, one tiny “kitchen”, and zero personal space…not to mention, no chance of entertaining company.

In addition to the ups and downs of my current living situation, my running motivation has been in the same boat ever since the marathon. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still running. But it hasn’t been easy, and I just haven’t felt like telling anyone about it. It is really hard to just pick up where I left off.

And…in the world of “momming”…my kids are driving me crazy. The first 2 weeks of summer vacation were amazing. We did SO MANY fun things. 



But now, although we are still doing super fun things, they seem to be taking all of the things I’m planning for granted and are not appreciative. Gggrrrrrrr.

Sometimes it can be easy to get caught up in dwelling on all of these little annoyances in my life. My house is a wreck, I failed at reaching a huge goal, my kids are frustrating and fight way too much…and on and on.

The other day, when my family was out on the boat, we saw a lot of sailboats. It was pretty windy and one of the sailboats looked as if it would tip over. As we went by, we saw the people aboard the boat adjusting the sails to avoid any danger. And, at that moment, it hit me. I really need to adjust my own sails.

Each day, I have a choice of how I’m going to steer my thoughts and actions. I can choose to dwell on the frustrations, or I can ignore them and keep on working towards what I want, while setting that example for my boys.

Today I’m choosing to steer this ship towards the sunshine. 

Sparkle.Pounce.Adjust Your Sails.


This is 36…

A long time ago, when I was fresh out of high school, one of my good friends and I were chatting about growing up and becoming adults. He told me that his dad told him that even though he was “old”, he didn’t feel any different from when he was our age. His body was older, but he still felt young. 

At the time, I didn’t really understand that. I just thought that as you get “old” you willingly gain all of the characteristics of older people…responsible, boring…adult.

But now, I get it. 

And I feel exactly the same way. 

On the inside, I am still just a young soul, full of dreams. I have about 30 lifetimes full of adventures on my “to-do” list, and I absolutely love laughing, having fun, and blowing off responsibilities for as long as humanly possible. 

But, on the outside, I’m definitely forced to deal with all of the responsibilities that go along with being an adult…

This list includes, but is not limited to: grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry, paying bills, helping with homework, carting the kids around to various sporting events, making sure church happens regularly, buying presents for kids’ birthday parties, signing and returning notes to school, packing lunches, cooking, cleaning, laundry (because those deserve to be mentioned more than once…), and so much more.

Those are the parts of being 36 that make looking like an adult seem pretty lame.

But, I am bound and determined to not let those responsibilities define me. Nope. For me, 36 looks like this:


Bike rides with friends! I went on this bike ride with girlfriends on Saturday morning. It was so much fun. I flew down the hills and yelled, “This is 36!” (I’m not kidding…I really did yell that…) 

Road trips with girlfriends, full of laughs, sunshine, and ridiculousness. I will never be too old for that.


Running with girlfriends. And every once in a while, traveling somewhere beautiful and adventurous to do it!

Taking time for me. Because even though I love time with friends and family, I also need time to reflect and work on being the best version of me that I can possibly be.
Staying healthy and fit and loving almost every second of it!
And finally…these guys. My whole world. 36 will continue to be filled with love and adventures with the guys that keep me going. I will continue to work hard to show them that you get out of life exactly what you put into it. So, even though I have to work hard on the boring stuff that goes along with being an adult, I still get to do so many amazing things that make this life pretty stinkin’ awesome.
Sparkle.Pounce.Live Life Fully.

And…My Heart Is Kinda Broke

Saturday was THE day. 

It was a chance to prove to myself that all of my hard work over the last 5 months had been worth it. It was the day when my dream of a Boston Qualifier WITH MY SISTER was supposed to become a reality. 

But, those things didn’t happen. Instead, I had the worst race I’ve ever had.

The week leading up to the race was full of so much excitement. There was a tremendous amount of support from friends, family, and coworkers. I felt so much love, it was unbelievable. From the number of people who sent text messages, cards, emails, Facebook messages, to all of the people who decided to pack their bags and make the long trip up North to cheer me on…I honestly can’t remember the last time I felt that much support. It was truly heartwarming, and my eyes are getting a little leaky thinking about it all over again.

But, with all of that support came the realization that this was a BIG deal. And with that realization, my anxiety over the race continued to grow. I felt nauseous for a few days before the race, and just couldn’t shake the pre-race jitters (for four days…). To say the least, I did not handle the pressure of the race well at all.

On race morning, I lined up at the start line just like any other race. 

Rondi, Tanna (big sister who surprised us on race morning!), and Kendra before the race.

I was as ready as I would ever be. The training was done (for 5 months with only missing ONE training run!), and now all that was left to do was reap the reward.

Rondi and I started out as planned. The first miles were rough, but I kept hoping that my body would warm up and things would feel better. But, just keeping our pace was very difficult for me. My whole body felt completely exhausted. By mile 3 when I walked through the aid station, I felt wobbly and my legs were shaky. The realization that it wasn’t my day was already creeping in.

By mile 5 I told Rondi that she needed to leave me. I was managing an 8:05 pace, but that wasn’t fast enough for Rondi to meet her BQ (she’s younger than me, so I have a 5 minute cushion on her), so I urged her to leave me, letting her know that 8:05 was the fastest I was going to be able to maintain. She refused and kept trying to fill me with positive thoughts and mantras. I’m pretty sure she thought that it was my mind that wanted to quit so early on, when really it was my body. But, I kept trying to hold on to what she was saying…fake it on the outside until your body believes you…Boston…one foot in front of the other…no regrets…


It would work for a very short time, and then I would go back to the place where my body was telling my mind it wanted to be done. By mile 8, I knew I had to convince Rondi to go on without me. So, I just stopped running and told her she had to go. I promised her I would try to keep going, but that she had to go on without me or she was going to miss her BQ. And, she went.

For the rest of the race, I was left to process the fact that it wasn’t my day. There was no “I was so close.” I wasn’t close at all. I just couldn’t understand why I felt like that. I’ve never felt so awful in a race so early on. Ever. By mile 8 of that race, I felt like I did at mile 20 of my BQ race last year. I very badly wanted to quit. The thought of having to go 18 more miles and come no where near reaching my goal was so defeating. But I knew I couldn’t just quit the race. I had to finish. So that’s what I did. And frankly, it sucked.

Looking back on it, I realized that the stress of the race ate away at my body. My nutrition was off, and I just didn’t have the energy to make it happen. I really don’t have any regrets about the race. I don’t feel like I “quit.” Last year, when I had a mental break down at mile 20 and walked for a few minutes…THAT I regret. Because that was all mental. It was entirely different this year. 

Part of what carried me through the second half of the race on Saturday was that I had myself convinced I would try again for my BQ at the Charlevoix Marathon at the end of June. More than anything, I did not want all of my training to go to waste. I held on tight to that hope as I made my way to the finish line. 

But, after talking to some running coaches and getting professional opinions, I have decided it’s not in my best interest to do that. My body will not be ready to go through that again, and my performance would most likely be worse. (And, for goodness sake, I can’t have that!) So, I will have to wait a while to have another chance. 

One of the things that upsets me the most about all of this is that the happiness and joy my sister should be feeling because of her BQ has kind of been pushed aside. And that’s really not fair. She got what she set out to get and I am SO happy for her! If she decides not to go to Boston without me, I will be pretty disappointed. Her accomplishment deserves the reward. (Although she says we will get to Boston together…even if it’s not until we’re 70! But I just don’t think I have that kind of patience.)

Even though it didn’t go how I wanted, I feel extremely blessed to have gone through all of the months of training and emotions of that day with my sister.

And I look forward to so many more adventures with her, and my older sister Tanna. We’ve got a lot of work to do over the next 50 years or so! We will keep working towards “26.2 and a Brew” in all 50 states, and we won’t cross Massachusetts off our list until it’s to run THE BOSTON MARATHON. It will happen eventually 🙂
Thank you so much to all of you that supported me on this journey. I kind of have a feeling that my temporary failure may have helped some people to see that crappy stuff happens to all of us. We just have to pick up the pieces left behind and keep moving forward.
Sparkle.Pounce. Dream Big. Work Hard.

Guest Blog Post: My Side of the Story

This is a guest blog post from Kendra’s sister, Rondi:

Fifteen years ago I was graduating from high school and preparing for a transition to college, with playing basketball as my number one focus. I hated running. In fact, I decided not to play soccer in college because I didn’t want to have to run long distances or run outside when the weather was bad. Ha! It makes me laugh to look back on it now….

After my first year of college, my sister, Kendra, told me she was going to run a marathon in Alaska. I thought she was nuts! But Alaska sounded like a fun adventure, and I felt it was my sisterly duty to go with her and cheer her on. I had never run a race or any real distance outside of what I had to do to get in shape for basketball or soccer… So I became a little intrigued. A few weeks later I decided to go out for a run one night, just to see how far I could go. I had no fancy phone or GPS, so I just went out and ran. When I was done, I got in my car and drove the route to see how far I had gone… The distance was 13 miles, so I decided I would give this marathon thing a try. My first ever race was 26.2 miles in Alaska with my crazy sister. Let’s get the record straight that all of this madness has been her fault from the beginning! Haha!

Rondi (left), Kendra (middle), friend Sara (right) after finishing their first marathon in Anchorage, Alaska. August, 2002.

As I recall, things have gone back and forth a bit since then… I got into triathlons around 2009 and this intrigued my crazy sister a bit. By 2011 we were signed up for a full Ironman triathlon… The second triathlon she had ever signed up for in her life was 140.6 miles long! We just tend to have this effect on each other…


Now fast forward to 2015 when Kendra decided that this was the time to qualify for Boston. I wasn’t sure I was ready to commit to such a big challenge after having my first child in 2013, but of course I agreed to join her as I always do. About a month into training I found out I was pregnant for baby #2 and had to drop out. She kept going and of course DID qualify for Boston, but because of ridiculous time requirements, she didn’t end up getting to go… Which brings us to 2016.

First, Kendra tricked me by asking me to join her in a goal of running a marathon in every state together before we die… Which I agreed to, of course, because this is what we do! And I am always up for a a crazy adventure with my sister (and she knows it). But THEN, after I was fully committed to our 26.2 and a brew, she started in with her continued determination to run Boston!! In 2017!! Which means she would be qualifying in 2016, less than one year after my second baby…. And more importantly, would be crossing Massachusetts off the list of states! She tricked me! Haha! I have always had the Boston Marathon on my bucket list, but I really don’t think I would’ve committed to training for a BQ while having an infant at home if I had not agreed to the 50 states goal she talk me into prior… But those who know me know that once I say I’m going to do something, I don’t make a habit of backing down…so here we are. And I’m so thankful that she got me here. We’ve had so much fun being long distance training buddies! I won’t miss the crazy workouts any time soon, but I will miss getting texts on a daily basis about the madness we are both enduring with this BQ training plan. She’s been with me every single step of the way, with neither of us missing more than 1 or 2 runs at the most throughout the last 5 months.

I’ve had people asking me lately if Kendra and I are going to run together at Bayshore… And at first I was very reluctant to think that we should. We have both trained so hard, and I just have always thought we should each run our own race. Anything can happen when you’re out there for 26.2 miles and we both know that. But as I have been working on my mental training, which involves visualizing the finish line and imagining the feeling of success that comes with accomplishing the goal, it has become overwhelmingly clear to me that crossing the finish line with a BQ will be basically meaningless to me if my sister does not share that success on May 28th. I will not go to Boston to run without her and I won’t be able to celebrate if she is struggling from a rough day. The reality of it is that this is my first try… And I had a baby 8.5months ago… She has been training for this for 2 years. The chances of me not having a good day are up there, and if I am the one struggling, I have begged her to leave me behind and continue to the goal. I have a couple of races lined up as backup plans this summer/fall and will do everything I can to make it to Massachusetts with her in 2017… Even if Bayshore isn’t my race. She has done all of the work TIMES TWO and she deserves a time that leaves no doubt that she will be going to Boston in 2017!! And I will be by her side as long as I am able… And I feel so blessed to have that opportunity.


So no matter what happens, I love that I have a story to tell about the races my crazy sister and I have done together, and I love that this story will be “to be continued” for many many years to come! Love you, Sis’… you are such an inspiration and a blessing.


Everything Hurts and I’m Dying

Whoever came up with the original idea for this shirt is a genius. 

Over the last few days, that thought (everything hurts and I’m dying) has gone through my mind way too many times. It’s the first week of tapering for my marathon, and my body HATES me. 

One would think that tapering is easy, but this week may be more challenging than last week. And I thought I might die last week. The fact is that my body is WORN OUT. It is getting a little tired of the nonsense that I’ve been putting it through. And it’s starting to question if my mind is stable.

Honestly, so am I.

A couple of weeks ago, my treadmill had to be moved into our garage because my house in under construction, and there wasn’t a home for it in the house anymore. This was a bit disappointing because the garage is kinda dark and just not a sparkly running space. But, it’s much better than “losing my treadmill for a while”, which is what I was originally told was going to happen. (We all know that was NOT going to happen…)

On my first morning, garage, treadmill run, I had an unexpected visitor. A little mouse ran by my treadmill and gave me a passing glance as if to say, “What in the world are you doing up there?! Please don’t squish me!”  And, I’m not going to lie, the thought crossed my mind that I could probably hop off the treadmill and squish him. But it was a very fast passing thought, because I could never actually do that.

Then, the next morning, my little mouse friend was back!! This time, he ran by the treadmill, climbed up onto the handle of a shovel, and watched me run for a few minutes. My heart was happy to have company in the dingy garage. I felt like we had suddenly become pals.

Then, on the third morning, he was gone. The sadness I felt over my new friend standing me up for our morning run “date”, was somewhat embarrassing. 

Then, yesterday, he came back!! This time he brought a Cheez-It and enjoyed a nice snack while he watched me run. The debate is still out as to where the Cheez-It came from….but I was overly excited to have my friend back.

Unless you have a gaggle of crazy friends that live down the street from you, training for a marathon is a lonely endeavor. And, even if you do have a great group of friends to run with, the mental aspect of the work you are putting in is still pretty lonely, and entirely exhausting. You are trapped with the voices in your head that are constantly working against each other, trying to wear you down. 

And sometimes those voices succeed and trick you into thinking that you actually ARE dying. 

Luckily, I’m not dying. 

Does everything hurt? Yes. 

Am I going a little crazy? Yes. 

Is the end in sight? HECK, YES!!! 

Two weeks from tomorrow I will be lining up at the start line with my amazing sister at 7:15 AM, and crossing the finish line 3 hours and 30 minutes later, celebrating a BQ.

It’s happening.

Sparkle.Pounce.Be A Little Crazy. 


Become A Mom If….

This Sunday is Mother’s Day. Since becoming a mom, 10.5 years ago, it has become one of my absolute favorite holidays. Somewhere along the way, I did something right and let it be known that Mother’s Day is “my” day, and therefore, I should get to spend the day as I please. And, for me, that generally means spending at least 3 hours doing something I love…by myself…pretending for a brief moment that I do not have the ten million responsibilities that go along with the job title of “Mother.”

Don’t get me wrong, being a mom is amazing. It is everything that people say it is when they first become a mom and explain that they didn’t know their heart could hold that much love. They didn’t know they were capable of loving another human that way. Unconditionally. So much that it hurts. So much that it makes you cry. Yes, it is all of those things.

But, it is also extremely challenging. And sometimes there are tears, not because you love your little humans so much that it hurts, but because they are driving you out of your flipping mind and you cannot understand how or why they are being so miserable. Yes, that is also part of being a mom.

Regardless of your opinion of what it means to be a mom, there are some definitive truths about the job. Here is a glimpse into why we celebrate moms everywhere this week.

Become A Mom If….

  • You love spending hours in the kitchen each week preparing meals for your children, only to spend hours each week arguing with them about eating said meals, and watching them fake gag as they swallow it down, pretending they are going to vomit it all over your kitchen table.
  • You LOVE the sound of your name, “Mom”, and have no problem hearing it screamed from all corners of the house approximately 3 million times each day.
  • You love doing laundry. Actually, you love doing it so much that you don’t even mind washing clean clothes that your kids have put in the laundry basket because that’s much easier than putting them in their dresser. Yes, laundry is your friend. It is always there for you. It will never let you down.
  • You prefer to survive on 4-6 hours of sleep a night. Whether it’s because your beloved human hasn’t figured out how to sleep through the night, or because the laundry needed attention, or your husband needed attention, or your treadmill needed attention, or the kitchen needed attention…something will need your attention more than your sweet, soft pillow.
  • You love the idea of trading in time with your girlfriends (things like manicures, pedicures, shopping trips to Marshall’s…) for time in a lawn chair on the sidelines of a soccer field, baseball field, dance studio, hockey arena…you pick! 
  • You are bored with your adult-centered group text threads and would prefer that they were replaced with texts that fit into one of the following categories: 1.) Bodily fluids 2.) Sleep 3.) Little humans and how cute they look 4.) Drinking wine or working out? That is always the question.
  • You love dedicating nearly every ounce of your energy to someone else, realizing that they will never fully appreciate how much you truly love them.

And that is why we celebrate Moms this week! It is such a thankless, yet AH-MAZING role. I’m honored to be a mom to two healthy, crazy, loud, energetic, awesome boys. 

And I am blessed with the best mom out there. (Who made me this awesome quilt to help motivate me as I train to make it to the Boston marathon!)

Thank you to all of the Moms out there! I hope you get to celebrate your special day doing something that you love, and taking a break from all of the work that goes along with your number one job.

Sparkle.Pounce.Moms Rock.


Alarm Clock Conversations

I have always been pretty good at finishing up a workout at 9:45 PM, taking a shower, hopping in bed, and being sound asleep within a few minutes. For some reason, that has started to change. Now, after an evening workout, I lay in bed FOREVER and can’t fall asleep. It’s suuuuuuuper annoying and frustrating because I’m exhausted!

So, I’ve decided that I need to be getting up extra early to get some of my runs in before work. I have to leave for work at 7:00AM. Sometimes I have to run 8 miles before work…. Even if you’re not good at math, you can probably figure out that when I run before work, I have to get up WAY.TOO.EARLY.

And it’s hard.


But, the more I practice this tiresome horrific task, the “easier” it gets. This is because my mind is beginning to fully understand all of the benefits of finishing my daily workout before my day even truly starts. So, when my alarm goes off at 4:30ish, and I hit snooze (every single time), my brain takes over and starts its own little conversation with the sleepy parts of my body. It goes something like this:

Hey, that was your alarm…let’s get this run DONE!
(No. Let’s go back to sleep.)

No really. Get up. You’re not going to be able to fall back asleep now anyway. 
(You can totally fall back asleep. Stop thinking. Just sleep.)

Come on. If you get it done now you can have a glass of wine and relax after the kids go to bed instead of getting on the treadmill!
(You don’t need a glass of wine. Running at night is just fine.)

No, seriously. You don’t want to have to even think about your run today. Just get up and it will be over!
(Maybe you could squeeze in a run right after work, and then you could still relax and have that glass of wine when the kids go to bed…)

No way. You are not going to throw your kids in front of the TV for an hour after school so that you can get your run done before their bedtime. That’s just selfish. It’s either now or at 8:45 tonight, and you know that sucks.


And…we’re up.

And before I know it, the run is over.

And I’m pretty proud of myself. 

And a little tired.

But, I’m 99% percent sure I would’ve been tired with another hour of sleep anyway.


Sparkle.Pounce.Talk Yourself Into It.


You Do You. I’ll Do Me.

I just got back from an amazing Sparkle.Pounce. girls’ road trip to Asheville, North Carolina. It was So.Much.Fun. 

Over the long weekend, one of our favorite sayings was, “You do you. I’ll do me.” Basically, it just means, “Nope. That’s totally not my cup of tea, but if you like it…awesome.” Because really, you need to be you, and I need to be me.

For a lot of people, the idea of driving 10 hours to go run lots of miles in the mountains, doesn’t sound like the best idea for a getaway. But, for us, it was the perfect vacation. Including our 3 mile hike, we covered just over 20 miles of mountain trails in two days.

And, because we’re a less than serious group of girls, we had plenty of laughs along the way. 

This is us pretending to be bears.

Very scary.

And here we are posing as “exhausted”…which is weird because we actually WERE exhausted after a really hard ascent. (Note: Stephanie missed the memo that we were posing as exhausted…)

Throughout the weekend, we had a few situations that left us a bit uncomfortable. But, we are brave and like to try new things, so we embraced them as much as possible. 

One was a hike to a waterfall that required repelling down a rope to get the best view of the falls. At first, we were really determined to find the rope and go down it. However, after hiking for a long time…

And only finding LOTS of these signs…

The idea of the rope became somewhat intimidating. But, we were still pretty determined to at least find the rope and then make a decision.

Turns out a determined group of girls often succeeds. We found the rope and 4 out of 6 of us repelled down it…with only a few tears. 

Being brave is hard.

But, on the drive home when we all talked about our favorite parts of the trip, the girls that were the most terrified to go down the rope, but sucked it up and did it anyway, chose that as their favorite moment. BOOM. Overcoming your fears is THE BEST.

As a group of friends, we often joke about being super fun. I mean really, who doesn’t want to hang out with a group of hilarious girls?

And this is what brings me back to “You do you. I’ll do me.”

Running 12 miles and then sitting on a patio in your stinky, sweaty running clothes and drinking beer all afternoon isn’t for everyone.

Taking “selfies” especially with selfie sticks… of every single adventure and non-adventure definitely isn’t for everyone.

I could go on and on listing things that I love that some people probably find annoying. But who really cares? What matters is that you’re you and I’m me. And as long as I’m happy with me and you’re happy with you, we should all be happy.

Sparkle.Pounce.You Be You.

I Don’t Know How You Do It

“I don’t know how you do it,” said soooo many people.

Honestly, me neither. 

That’s where I’m at right now. As we begin another spring sports season for my two boys, the anxiety attached to adding baseball and football practices and games to an already busy schedule is starting to weigh heavily on my spirits, as well as my hours of nightly shut-eye. 

How in the world am I going to continue to up my weekly mileage when I’m never going to be home?! How do I even fit it in right now?

As I contemplate this, here is what I have come up with.

First, I make sure I plan time for my daily runs. If I know I’m going to have a crazy busy evening, I get my butt out of bed at 4:30 AM and get my run in before work. Fun? No. Necessary? If I want to reach my goals…absolutely.

That’s me after a 4:30 AM 5 mile run. I felt pretty proud to get that one done before work!

Next, I make spending time with my family a priority. What that means is that I rarely get my weekday runs done between the hours of 6 AM and 8:30 PM because my kids are awake during that time, and I’m either at work or hanging out with them. 

We love to go on adventures, and if my running took too much time away from that, it would be harder for my family to support it. Luckily, my husband is awesome about helping me get my runs in 🙂  But, I try hard to not interfere too much with family time because it’s really important to me. 

Next, I don’t rely on anyone but myself when it comes to my runs. I just don’t have the time to accommodate anyone else’s schedule. This might sound selfish, but really it’s not. Believe me, I would MUCH rather run with friends, but I just can’t afford to take extra time to make that happen very often. So, I sometimes end up running a LONG ways by myself.

That’s me after running my half marathon “race” that was on the schedule all by myself. Originally I was supposed to run it with my sister, but due to family illness those plans fell through. I tried hard to find a replacement buddy, but couldn’t be flexible on time, location, or pace….so…no buddy. And I survived. Barely.

Those are the big ways that I prioritize my schedule and manage to “do it.” But honestly, that makes it sound like I really have my life put together in a nice, pretty package. 

Here are the other ways that I manage to make it happen:

  • My house is a mess about 90% of the time
  • Laundry is rarely done or put where it belongs
  • Dinners aren’t always planned and we eat Little Caesars at least once a week
  • Bills are sometimes late
  • Lunches aren’t always healthy
  • Notes are sometimes late being returned to the boys’ teachers
  • I don’t watch TV unless I’m on the treadmill
  • We run out of dog food…and sometimes human food
  • I only get my hair cut and highlighted about twice a year
  • My toes and fingernails are gross…no time for manis and pedis here 🙂
  • Date nights? What are those? 
  • I drink wine 🙂
  • And I say a lot of prayers
And that’s my reality. 

Sparkle.Pounce.Be a duck.


Why I Will Never Have a Six Pack…

Current situation: I am two and a half months into the hardest marathon training plan of my life. Goal time = 3 hours and 30 minutes with a trip to Boston in 2017. 

At least twice a week, the workout that is on my training plan literally scares me. I get nervous about it while sitting at work during the day, wondering if I’ll even be able to complete the workout at the speed and incline that is planned. So far, I HAVE been able to complete the workouts, but they push my mental and physical limits each and every time. And often include an emergency bathroom break…

One would think that this increase in frequency and intensity of my workouts would mean that I should be well on my way to a six pack by this point. I mean really, I am working my butt off! I feel like I deserve this long, sought after physical attribute! Right?!

Apparently not.

While perusing Pinterest one day last week, I came across a blog post about what I need to do if I REALLY want a six pack. Everyone says “abs are made in the kitchen”, and I can understand that, but I feel like I’ve given the diet change a fair chance and I still have not gained the beautiful ab muscles that I’m longing for. See below:

I don’t know who that girl is, but those abs are ah-mazing. 

Anyway…what this blog told me is that I have to be willing to sacrifice a few things that I am absolutely not willing to sacrifice ALL THE TIME. And, more than that, it’s just not realistic for my lifestyle. 

First, I need to completely say good-bye to “happy hour”. Ummm…no. I LOVE me a glass of wine, hard cider (preferably Blake’s Flannel Mouth), or Fat Tire on a regular basis. Totally not willing to give those up indefinitely. 

Also, I need to give up social outings with friends because they A.) will not have foods that I should eat, and B.) often lead to not getting enough sleep. And, according to this blog, I have to always eat the right foods and always get enough sleep. Heeelllllooooo, life of a working mom! Hahahaha! There’s zero chance that I can guarantee I’ll get enough sleep…ever. And, I certainly don’t plan to say no to social outings just because they won’t have the right food for me to eat! If I have to choose between time with friends or having perfect abs, I’m going with friends every time. Plus, I definitely like to indulge in unhealthy foods every so often. 

For example, last weekend I did a 14 mile run on Saturday morning. After the run I was starving, but the only thing that sounded good was Little Ceasar’s Crazy Bread. And because I had just run 14 miles, I went ahead and bought myself a bag. And I ate it. All of it. By myself. And it was delicious. 

Good-bye, dreams of a six pack. 

In the end, I guess I’m just going to come to grips with the fact that I’m a 35 year old mom who is going to look like this on my runs…

And not so much like this….

And that is okay. 

Last time I checked it wasn’t all that cool for moms to walk around in crop tops anyway 😉

Sparkle.Pounce.Be healthy.Be You.