A Lovely Life

This photo has some rather inexpensive (re: CHEAP) race medals from races with the cutest (re:dorkiest) names, but they represent something BIG. They represent a few months of hard work, dedication, commitment and reaching a goal. FINALLY. I've mentioned before my inability the last few years to be able to set a goal and maintain it. That inability had left me feeling unaccomplished and down right lazy. I've done things, but with no real dedication or thought or training. Late last year, I decided to finally do something about that. To commit to something. And I was scared. Scared I'd do what I've done for years - give up. Quit. Make excuses for why I can't. So I decided that 2018 will be the year that changes. This year holds some big goals, the first being a small running race series in Littleton. Yesterday I finished my first solo half marathon. I hit some big milestones yesterday outside of just doing 13.1 miles. I surprised myself in the best possib

I try to live my life based on a couple of principles: 1. Treat others as they treat you. 2. Do no harm. Take no shit. It happens all too often that I'm told to "curb it", "calm down" and essentially stifle my fiery nature and have been labeled a bitch or bitchy. Why? Is it because I'm being strong and standing up for myself? Or because I believe I deserve better? Or is it because all of that makes you uncomfortable? Curb it? No thanks. Not happening. If you're going to be straight forward, rude or down right abusive with me, then do not expect me to sit back and take it. If you're bold enough to treat me that way, then by all means be bold enough to take it in return. If my standing up for myself gets me the label of "bitch", then GREAT! Y'all can get me a monogrammed bag with B-I-T-C-H on the front and I will tote it proudly. I used to be apologetic about it and my mouth. While my mouth still gets me in trouble from time to

This Saturday I'll take on my 3rd half marathon. My 3rd ever and the 1st where I won't be pushing someone else.  I'm not too pumped about this fact because I don't like doing things solo, but I'm doing it anyway and there's a very specific reason why: I made the commitment to both Noah and his mom to lend this kid my body this year, so that's what I'm going to do. No backsies. I am no athlete, though. It's another (sometimes annoying) thing that people seem to not believe when they look at my stature. Well, BELIEVE it. Happy to connect you with any of my former athletic coaches or team mates who can vouch for that fact. Knowing this hasn't helped the mental part of this process. That's the biggest factor in all of this for me - the mental part. My coach reminds me that the fitness will come, and it is. It's not easy, but progress is being made. It's the mental toughness that I'm most worried about.  Lately, there'

Ugh. People can be massive assholes. I know this because I started my Monday morning seeing multiple notifications from my business' Instagram page from an internet troll. For those of you unaware of what trolling is in this day and age, I give you Urban dictionary's definition:  "The art of deliberately, cleverly**, and secretly pissing  people  off, usually via the internet, using dialogue." This guy has been trolling our page for a few weeks now, leaving snarky comments that have made me roll my eyes but not much more. Until yesterday, when I started scrolling to see that this former customer who is completely unjustified in being pissed at my business and totally and utterly wrong in directing his anger at me, decided to personally attack me. On the public social media page of the business that I help run. The same page whose very content I solely manage. **He isn't "clever" as I've been able to easily identify him, BTW.  It's