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So You Registered for A Marathon: The Dreadmill

Living in Florida has its perks. The summers (early May until late October), however, are not one of them. Between the Love Bugs, spiders large enough to eat a mid-sized cat, humidity thick enough to drown you, and the fear of your flip-flops melting to a Publix parking lot, let’s just say running outside isContinue reading “So You Registered for A Marathon: The Dreadmill”

Training for A 10K

*Disclaimer: I am not a professional athlete or doctor – these posts are solely based on my experience. All athletes are different and experiences vary. If you are experiencing pain, discomfort, or need medical attention, please see a physician. My experience training for a 10K First – I did my first 10K as a virtualContinue reading “Training for A 10K”

Chasing Dopey: Why I Run

Why run when you hate it? Good question. It’s more of a love-hate relationship. I only hate running leading up to the run and during. I love it when I can tap the little end “button” on my watch and check it off my training list. Okay. Untrue, but honestly – the act of runningContinue reading “Chasing Dopey: Why I Run”

I Make Bad Decisions: Chasing 2023 Dopey Challenge

Running 48.6 miles in four days sounded like a good idea at the time. If you know me or have been following this blog, you know I’m a little Disney-crazy. (Okay, you know I’m a little crazy in general). You also know I was a former athlete. So, when the pandemic rolled around, I gotContinue reading “I Make Bad Decisions: Chasing 2023 Dopey Challenge”

Wisdom Teeth Don’t Deserve Their Name

It’s kind of like a right of passage – like doing taxes or sitting at the DMV for five hours on a Saturday. Once you find yourself wasting a perfectly good day off doing something less interesting than watching your nails grow, you’re basically a real adult. Congratulations. Well, after getting your wisdom teeth rippedContinue reading “Wisdom Teeth Don’t Deserve Their Name”

The Cyst-er: Emma’s Wrath

We last left my pal Rebecca cyst-er-less. Her future looked bright. She was back to being an only child – at least, she hoped. Although trembling from fear and adrenaline after the extraction, she was ready to shed her “hospital” gown and pull on her flannel shirt (which took a solid five minutes, thanks toContinue reading “The Cyst-er: Emma’s Wrath”

GRAINS

            I’m one of those lucky people who doesn’t have to worry about her weight – if I even look at a treadmill, I lose ten pounds.  My friends resented me for it and although they always saw the massive amounts of food I’d cram into my mouth, they’d tell me I was anorexic.             Continue reading “GRAINS”