Nine years ago, a significantly younger, less athletic, more boozy version of me met a guy. Little did I know he would be the love of my life and my SOLE mate. We met through friends on a random weekend attending a rodeo. Somehow we hit it off, despite living five hours away from each other.
I am going to do the unthinkable, well… for me anyway. I am going to run consistently, for the next few months, without a race on my calendar. I’m not the greatest at running and training regularly without something to motivate me. I’ve written about it time and time and time again. But, friends, it is about
Yesterday, I ran a 10k race. I have run this road race for the last four years, with varying results. My first 10k was such an amazing experience. The course is fast, flat, and friendly. There are so many cheerful faces high-fiving along the way which is amazing, seeing as though I would definitely be
I unabashedly love Justin Bieber. Yep. I have Bieber fever. His catchy tunes – particularly Sorry – have gotten me through some of my toughest runs. I listened to that song religiously throughout training for my second half. I’m not even the least bit sorry about that. Ha! Seriously this album though For each one of my runs, I
I am a goal driven individual. Chock it up to my anxiety disorder or just human nature, but if I don’t have goals, I feel lost and unstructured. For a prime example, take a peep my previous blog post. Enter running. It doesn’t come easy to me. I’m not a natural athlete. I have tiny
2017 was supposed to be the year I became a serious runner. I had my sights set on a personal best at the Calgary half marathon. Last year, I somehow pulled off a 2:16:42, which for me is speedy. This year, I decided, I was going to pull off a 2:10:00. I started training with