The Art of Letting Go.

Below is a song that I have stumbled upon again.  I love Eminem and he gets me through many workouts.  Enjoy one of my favorites, especially running hills.  And just an awesome life song.
Till' I Collapse

Well, the new year is upon us and the first month is almost over.  The new year brings new beginnings, new promises and.....new endings.  Sometimes you can't have a new beginning without an ending.  I am a little bit hesitant of New Years Resolutions.  Why?  Maybe the fear of failure. Maybe I feel like I should be continually be working on things throughout the year and not let them slide because I know I can start again.  Basically, it's like a diet :-) So, I make quiet promises to myself and goals to achieve. I actually write them down in a book.  I rarely share them.  But one of my mantras for 2015 is Letting Go.  That is a big one.  But I have broke it down in many subsections. Like, letting go the fact that my neighbors after a year don't understand the parking rules.  The old Anna would have fought the battle based on principle.  That is how I was raised.  But, just as my parents taught me that, they are now teaching me to pick some battles and let others go.  I think we are all getting older and wiser.  Well, at least they are.

Already this year, especially this last week, I have had to deal with letting go and helping others let things go.  I was there when one my closest running and life friends let go of his father this week. Saying goodbye and choosing to celebrate his father's life.  My friend has the best outlook on it.  It wasn't a sudden death, which can be a blessing and curse at the same time.  He handled it with grace and compassion.  Choosing to honor his father's life.  That man raised a good son.

This week I also helped one of my best friends work through one of the hardest things she has had to deal with-a cheating spouse.  Decisions had to be made.  Tears are still falling.  Shock.  Disbelief. Anger....Mourning.  My friend and I talked about how we always told ourselves we would leave in that situation.  However, one of us is confronted with it.  Dynamics have changed.  Lives altered.  I told her I would stand by her no matter what.  I did tell her she will have the fight of her life to save that marriage.  They both want to fight, luckily.  I love this girl.  She has picked me up many times from the bathroom floor with my heart ripped out.  Now, I will pick her up.  She and her husband are already on the path of therapy and making changes and spilling their guts.  Being so open and raw that it's just painful to speak the words.  I told her after time she will have to let it go.  To truly move forward.  That within itself will be a battle, but one worth fighting.  I was in disbelief, but not angry at this man.  What the what?! I know.  I am not angry because this couple means so much to me and I have spent time with them and see the underlying love.  I have been there since the beginning and I know it was a slip up and not a breaking point.  And I know he loves my friend and they will both work on things and let others go.  It won't be overnight, but it will happen.  But as my favorite saying goes: "Nothing worth fighting for is easy."

Lastly, this week, I had to let go of a friendship.  A friendship that I cared for and enjoyed.  However, there was a trust broken.  And she wasn't the only one to participate. So, I am still thinking how I want to handle the other party.  But the other party is the lesser of two evils.  My friend was sneaky and lied.  You want to piss me off do these things: be sneaky, don't communicate and lie.  I told one of my besties and some close running friends that she lied-their response-OH SHIT.  Because they know my tolerance for that is so low.  Once trust is broken and someone doesn't keep their word, you (me) as a person need to decided if that behavior will be tolerated.  Unfortunately, this is not the first time I have seen this person's stories not add up.  The analytic thinker in me (still thinking I should have been a lawyer) recognizes quickly when shit doesn't add up.  Sometimes you let it go, other times you don't.  I gave this person several days to reach out.  They knew I was upset.  Nothing.  So, on the fifth day I decided to let it go-and by that I mean, let it go from my presence.  So, I called her out on her lies and inconsistent stories.  It was sad.  You can tell reading it that I was disappointed.  My friends and I have supported her in every new idea, adventure and turmoil that she encounters. Only to have this. I have my own reaction to people being deceitful to me, but it when it effects other people's plans and money commitments, besides my own, then I get really upset.  She read the message and as one my running freak friends said, "she won't be accountable." And she hasn't.  But it was more about me stopping that behavior-at least to me.  It wasn't right and as a grown woman she should know better. She did I am sure, they both probably did, but chose to act differently.  So, I let her go.  Let the fact that she did this go.  People who continue that behavior will never learn.  We all have a right and a responsibility for how people treat us. Once I wrote it and sent it, haven't thought about it much since. She knows she is wrong-they both should know that.  I am content. Quality over quantity.

So, letting go has many different forms.  Many different levels.  Many different variables.  But, we need to support the ones we care about and love on how and who they choose to let go.
Namsté

These Are Just A Few Of My Favorite Things....

This about the time of year I think of all the things I want to accomplish in 2015.  The things I want to fearlessly try and the things I want to challenge myself on to be better than 2014. And right now I am loving this song and it shall be my anthem for all things 2015.  I have long had a love affair with One Republic and I know the lead singer wants to marry me and write songs about us.  But, I digress. This video is amazing as well.  Enjoy.
One Republic-I Lived


Lance Armstrong once said (paraphrasing), "Endurance athletes are usually running from something." I think it's a bit of both.  I know for myself and others that I share miles either in the pool, bike or run and on my yoga mat that we are striving to be better and we are chasing the best version of ourselves. I often tell people I feel most proud of my body in a Yoga class.  Even after Half Iroman and Marathon and numerous races in-between, I honor my body on that mat.  Yoga is about me and learning to let go of the ego.  My yoga practice changes depending on training.  In the few months that I don't really train for anything I focus on harder poses and the pushing myself in my class.  In my training phases, such as now, I look for a more restorative Vinyasa or Baptiste class. My intention before class is to thank my body for my long run the day before and provide a sense of balance and peace to my day. It was this time last year I received my first Hot Yoga Mat (and I could say goodbye to my old mat!)  It's amazing that this piece of material has taught me so much.  

Most everyone knows I am training for the LA Marathon.  It will be good to get back to the city I lived in for a few years.  My old stomping grounds of sorts.  I am excited to complete my 2nd Marathon.  It's only part of what I have planned for 2015.  The rest will be revealed shortly.  I have been blowing up Instagram and FB with my road to LA.  I think it is important to relish in your personal achievements and goals.  So, with new training plans and goals.....comes new gear!!
I have been an Asics athlete since 2013.  I felt I needed a shake up from my Brooks days.  And just like then, I felt a change was needed possibly in my running shoe.  I saw these great pink shoes on the elite crossing the NYCM (my first marathon!) on TV and I instantly felt like I needed to be Kenyan and this was the way to do it!!!  We all feel Kenyan in our own right, right?  Then this shoe started popping up more in my research and all around on my Instagram followers and a runner in my own community that I respect said she loved them.  Done.  I have switched to the Adidas Energy Boost 2.0...in hot pink of course.

First run out with them was a 10 Miler.  I know, new shoe on a long run?!  I thought I would try it and packed my Asics as well, just in case.  I flew on that run (for me) and it was nice to have a lighter shoe.  I do feel that I am cheating on Asics (And my crush Pro-Triathlete Andy Potts), but like with any new relationship, let's just see where this goes.  I still have my Asics as a backup  (like any single girl, always have options)...But when I get to LA, I hope to tell Andy Potts personally since he already knows I will be there.

The other new gear that I am loving now is my Nike compression socks.  Now, I was a sworn compression sleeve girl.  Mainly because I could wear my own socks and the one pair of compression socks made my feet hot.  But, I spotted these on Instagram and bought out the remaining pairs at my supply house I use.  Plus, the they have hot pink in them and tell you what foot they go on! Ha! I heart them.  So do my calves and achilles.

Lastly, my new favorite running/yoga leggings.  I have some Instagram friends that have these and raved about them.  I caved.  They are bright and well, pretty much amazing.  So soft and well fitted. Plus, they let me add even more color in my daily and running wardrobe, like I wasn't already a hot pink neon sign walking around everywhere.

Lastly, I came across this picture of me and my teammates finishing our first sprint triathlon.  I am on a female committee to put on the first All Women Triathlon in my hometown and when sharing my first triathlon story, I found this gem. Life changing.

Okay, lastly for real. I love Ipsy product bag every month-it's like a party in a box and they have the coolest cards.

These are just a few of my favorite things and maybe they will become your favorite things.  Because lets face it, new gear always revitalizes your motivation to go out and crush it.

Murphy's Law

Been a crazy month, that is for sure.  Here is a song I am loving right now.  I have an extended version on my IPhone-that way I have more of the song to listen to on a run.  I love Beyoncé and this is one of the songs for Fifty Shades of Grey.  I have ran a lot to this song on the treadmill during this last cold week.  I also love house music and this has some influence in it.  Enjoy:
Haunted

September had me in a lot of tears, mainly due to frustration.  Tears of not understanding why I wasn't be hired.  I mean my resumé exuded awesomeness, right?  I was just one resumé away from including one of my old headshots so they knew what I looked like at least.  I was willing to try anything.  I am so thankful for my friends that let me cry to them.  However, I also had a friend I felt was very insensitive at this time.  That was really an eye opener on that person's character.  Not everything in life is a competition and it has to be exhausting to live one's life that way-that is all I will say on that matter.  Friends helped me through that as well.  Lesson Learned.

So, I decided that I needed a face lift-well not me really, but my resumé and my cover letter.  My good friend, Jenn Phalen, who is a Rock Star for Employee Relations at the DOL offered to take a look.  It can be a little daunting to have someone point out your how you should do things better, but that is how we grow! What she sent me back was amazing.  Not only formatting, but selling points about myself that I forgot to mentioned!  So, changes made and resumé and cover letter sent off to 5 employers.  And wouldn't you know it, I got a call back from all of them, some of them had multiple positions they would like to discuss.  I went from crying and frustrated to trying to keep my schedule straight.  Oh, I should mention right before this time I made a vision board.  Yes, those who know me and have read my other posts, know that I believe in that.  I channeled all things positive and even starting reading The Power of Now.  Seemed to be paying off!

My vision board Brandi got me for my birthday.

Money, cute clothes, life changers, desk, giant leaps...

Acceptance letter and my cute hot pink skirt for my new job.

#hotpinkgirl

One company I really wanted to work for, AAA, I had sent them the old stuff before and I didn't hear anything.  Even when people I knew contacted people they knew there.  Now, I had sent in the revised documents and I got a call.  However, not for the position I initially applied for, but one that hadn't been opened yet, in my Master field of Public Relations.  Long story short, I met with this great company about both positions.  Several times.  I joked that it was like the Hunger Games interview addition.  However, it was the complete opposite.  Here is why:

AAA is family oriented.  They brand themselves on Protection.  I can't remember a time my father didn't put a AAA card in my stocking.  It has come in handy-ran out of gas, locked myself out, car break downs, hotel/travel discounts...just to name a few things I have used it for!  Also, before meeting with the President/CEO of this company, he wrote me and said he would rather just have a conversation over coffee than a formal interview.  Coffee?  Talk?  Stress Free?  Yes, please!  He bought me my beloved Americano.  I also did some research on him-has your boss been named Boss of the Year by your local Chamber of Commerce?  Mine has.  Jealous, much-ha ;-)
Cool Boss Alert

After several meetings, I was offered a job.  I jumped at this opportunity and couldn't believe it.  Still can't.  Trying not think of the other shoe dropping.  The day I accepted this position, I saw the CEO out downtown.  He hugged me and welcomed me to the team.  Yes, hugged me.  He was so excited.   I told him when my last day was at my old job and that I would start the following work day, he asked if I was sure I didn't want to some days off in-between?  What? Wow.  Nope.  I couldn't wait to start.  A few days after that I received an email from him and a call from my direct boss just to see if I needed anything and how I was doing and once again re-iterating how excited they were to have me on board.  This was a sharp contrast to the boss/place I was leaving.  Although I loved my work and my administration, I unfortunately didn't have a boss the truly believed in champion people.  Sad.

But on to bigger and better things! I am so excited to join this team and get to work.  As my friend Tami said to me: "Be uncomfortable-that is how we grow."  I am ready to do great things and be challenged.  Special thanks to the best Tri partner a girl could ask for-Diedra.  Thank you for extending my qualifications of awesomeness to your cousin at AAA, who is now my direct boss.  See people, it pays to have friends who will suffer in races with you!And you can get a lifelong friend by just sharing a swim lane together.  Thanks to my running partner Adrienna who I share love, laughter and tears with at 6 am several days a week.  And to my parents, for helping me out and to everyone who wrote kind things and listened over drinks.  This last 1 1/2 months I focused on positivity and creating good energy and I feel that has totally paid off.  Bring good energy to your world, take a moment to show compassion and embrace the small things around you-old people holding hands, a hug, a strangers smile....Everyone is fighting a battle out there-and how big it is-is irrelevant.

Love. 

A quote by my favorite author Cheryl Strayed that showed up on my friend Abby's IG account today said this:"You don't have a right to the cards you believe you should have been dealt-You have an obligation to play the hell out of the ones you're holding."  Play on, Playa.

Lessons from a brother

Before I dive into this post, which is somewhat dark, I leave you with this song.  I have listened to this song for some time lately and I think it's relevant to this post and my brother. Enjoy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oh2LWWORoiM
What a crazy couple of weeks it has been.  Two weeks ago today, I got a phone call from my mother at 1 am that my sister in law has passed away.  The pain that instantly hit my chest slowly found it's way to tears then sobbing.  Uncontrollable sobbing.  Sobbing for my sister in law, her parents, and mostly my brother.  My brother has only been on this earth for 42 years; however, the things that he has had to endure in such a short life span almost make me forget he is only 6 years older than me. He even looks older to me.  Life has definitely dealt him a hard blow.  However, the memories of our childhood are the ones filled with laughter and adventure.  And we were a team dealing with our crazy parents!

From an early age, my brother took me under his wing.  I remember when he was in 5th grade and I was in 1st, he would teach me how to read at a 5th grade level.  Teaching me his readings so I could be the smartest girl in the class. We would build forts, secret sticker clubs in our closet, hide and seek and go on grand adventures on the way to and from school.  However, like all siblings, we drove each other nuts.  I hated him for a long time for tormenting my cabbage patch doll just to see me work into a rage and eat all the brownie mix that was for my little kitchen on purpose.  My brother has the biggest heart I know of, besides my own father.  Once when my gold fish died, he went down to the ditch to refill the tank with more fish-which happened to be guppies, but nonetheless.  I also remember us playing hide and seek under clothes racks while my mom was shopping only to have my brother not come look for me and me finally getting up and looking around at age 7 and not seeing anyone.  Asshole.

My brother gave me the love of academics-although he went the Math and Science route-and I went the English/Politics/Philosophy route.  You know that smart kid in your class that took college Math as a freshman-yeah, that would be my brother.  But what I am most thankful for is the gift of running my brother gave me.  What an amazing runner.  Winning State and getting calls from colleges while in high school to come run for Brown-just to name one college.  He was asked to run with the President of the United States.  It seemed effortless and when I would get the balls to run with him during summer training-he would always be ahead of me.  He gave me strategies I often think of today in races.  He was built to run.  I had to work a bit harder.  He has been my cheerleader in all things. So proud of all my academic and athletic accomplishments.  I still remember him calling me after NYC and just telling me how awesome that was.

I always joke how my brother is sweet, sensitive and very quiet.  Very Private.  I am pretty much the complete opposite.  I am loud, tell you how it is, and can be known once in awhile as sweet.  But that is not the first word people usually use to describe me.  And I am okay with that.  You will never walk away from me without me being honest with you.  However, I am a very private person. And I guard my brother fiercely.  That is why I don't post about him on FB a lot.  I probably tell 5 people my inner most thoughts, cry in front of and hug.  I am more of a "Go Team" girl.  It's surprising to me that my brother can be all those things with such great loss throughout his life.

My brother enlisted into the military right after school.  Like my brother, I also do well with people just telling me what to do-that is why I love training plans.  I remember my brother calling me at college and saying "calling to say hi, that I love you, but this line isn't secure, so I can't talk long."  I never asked what he did or what he saw in North Korea and Iraq, just to name a few places he went. But I knew when my brother came back, he was different.  How could you not be on some level.

In his time back to the U.S. he was married and lost his youngest child while I was living in LA. Another horrible phone call.  After burying your own child-I don't think one ever gets over that loss. His marriage fell apart.  Both not handling or coping correctly with such a loss.

In recent years and in recent months, men he fought with and spent day and nights with, committed suicide.  And now, this week, we buried his current wife, my sister in law.  The details of that night my family shared with me and how my brother reacted are private; but the man is shattered.

I often think how much can one human endure in a lifetime?  I don't know.  I know my brother has a long road in front of him on many levels.  Especially, emotionally and physically.  With blow after blow in his life he hasn't managed to cope effectively.  But it is hard to ask for help situations.  I, personally don't like it.  But, I find that people are more than willingly to offer comfort and support if asked.

I am so grateful for my friends that have reached out to me.  This week has been horrible.  I think with traveling, grief, shock, stress and not eating or then not eating right, I have finally gotten run down and sick.  I think what makes me the most sad is that I cannot imagine the amount of loss in my brother's life and especially losing a wife, that was your high school sweetheart.  After dating in high school, then going their separate ways, they found each other again.

I hope and pray for my brother and his journey into recovery and healing.  I guess that is the most valuable lesson he has taught me-to be resilient.  To pick yourself up, to keep going-even if it is a snails pace.  Enjoy the pics!

A PR kind of year....

What a racing year! I am so humbled, honestly.  First, let me link up one song that has been my theme all year.  Especially when I decided to pull the trigger on the Ironman Calgary 70.3.  I even heard it as I was cheering the IMCDA.  And just an all around kick butt song to get you going.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y66j_BUCBMY

Ok.  So, this last year was the first year that I trained during the winter.  Usually after my season ends in September, I say peace out and focus on school the rest of the time until like...February.  I enjoyed sleeping in, focusing only on school and eating queso...and more queso...you get the point.  However, I would have to start all over on my fitness.  I found it is easier to maintain than to start over.  Who knew!!

I started this year being challenged to do the YMCA Indoor Ironman by my friend Kelli.  You have the whole month to finish it.  I completed it in 3 days and technically won it.  First done in the fastest time.  I scored a cool track jacket as well.  I picked green because I don't have enough great-for an Irish girl.

My friend Adrienna talked me into a snow packed run called the Snow Joke in Seeley Lake, which I had always wanted to do, yet never signed up, until this year.  So, pretty and there were some miserable times as well.  My hydration belt leaked on my quad and froze it.  So, the last few miles were mind over matter for sure.

This year I also bought my new bike, Fuego- a red Specialized road bike.  I will add picks when I do my Ironman blog.  I named him Fuego because it's red and looks fast.  57 inch frame-this girl has long legs :-)  Soon, because of this bike-which fit me better-I was biking faster-and because of Masters-I was swimming faster-and because of girls making me get out of bed-I was running better.  Thus, after the Grizzly Triathlon PR, I decided to make a silent goal to myself.  I would PR every race I entered.  And I did!  Granted a few were the first time on the course (which counts as a PR!)-only like three races, but nonetheless, I PR'd every race...every damn one.  Only one was a total complete sufferfest.  That was the Spring Meadow Triathlon.  It was so hot.  I was seeing double when I got off the bike.  The first half of the run I twisted my ankle on a rock on the path.  It was slow going after that.  But I finished. There were times I definitely DNC-DID NOT CARE- anymore, but still finished to my friends cheering and my tri partner Diedra running me in.

Here are the bibs from this year's races!

And my medals :-)

On the last 3 miles of my last half marathon-ahead of 2 dudes!

What an amazing year.  Now for more yoga, easy runs, some light rides and only swimming with Masters once-maybe twice a week at times.  No pressure for a couple months!  Also, a time to set new goals and dream big!
Namaste.

It's My Birthday and...

This is a little bit late.  However, I am finally coming off my birthday week of cake and wine.  Yes, the breakfast of champions.  Tricks are for kids.  I had 2 cakes made for me and 2 sets of cupcakes. And I didn't want to be rude.  Pics to follow..but I heard this song this last week on Pandora and it was one of my favorites while living in LA..so here you go.  Plus, there is a girl in the band..so that rocks.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCHCcoPIQpk

So, the birthday was last week.  I planned to go to Fairmont Hot Springs (http://www.fairmontmontana.com/) and have some pool time with some friends.  When got there the outdoor pool was closed, but we made the best of the indoor pool and hot tub.  We cooked dinner at my condo there and then stayed up playing Cards Against Humanity (which is some great politically incorrect fun) and drank champagne.  Next morning we soaked some more and headed off to Bozeman.  I decided a few months ago to ring in my birthday with one of my favorite half marathons. It is such a beautiful race with views of the mountains and horses then goes through town!  My friend Adrieanna jumped on board for the run and met us there.  My friends, Kelli and Tina, were going to be our cheerleaders.

My lucky # 7 (plus 711 sells coffee and doughnuts)

When we got to the running store to pick up our packet, Kelli went right to the pickup at the back of the store.  I finally made my way down there, but was thinking to myself "Kelli, we can pickup our own packets."  Because Kelli is the type to go get them for you.  I got up to the table and I said that to her...and her response..."No, this is my packet." Shock and disbelief.  Why such shock you ask. Because Kelli has had a hell of year.  Before our first half marathon in February, she slipped on ice and broke her ankle in a spiral fracture.  Oh wait, it gets better...er worse.  Then after the prescribed time off she started to become active again, only to find out she has a blood clot.  Another set back of sorts.  Then she had two eye surgeries.  So, needless to say she met her deductible.  Up to this birthday weekend, she had really only ran 3 miles.

I had tears in my eyes and hugged her.  What a great gift, but I was so proud.  I mean she was going to do this and finally was would do a race "together." I joked with her that she would do anything to get out of a race! So, the next morning we all geared up and headed to the start. Later in the race we would see that Tina went out early and made signs along the course.  They were awesome.  She would bike back and forth cheering along the way.  Kelli wasn't too far behind us, maybe a mile? There was one time I saw she was close behind us! So, Adrieanna and I made a goal, if we don't PR this, at least beat the one-legged bandit! We all rocked it! Kelli only finished 10 min behind her last half marathon time, when she had two "good" legs (her words, not mine.)

We ate up and headed home.  What a great weekend with great friends.

And her is a couple of the goodies that my friends made me! Yum!

Kelli's yummy cupcakes

My little buddy and my hot pink cake

Last year wasn't too shabby either.  I ran the NYC Marathon, graduated Graduate school and rocked the Half Ironman Calgary.

Here is to a great year of kicking ass!

The Secrets of Vision Boards

So, in my search of full time employment, it's been a challenge to keep my spirits up.  Looking for a job is a full time job.  Nonetheless, if any of you know someone who works at Nike, please tell them I am pretty cool.  This video is how I feel about those working at Nike.  It is also a pretty cool video.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UXTlczyWJ-Y

Ok, so this last week after going on another interview (getting pretty good at these... or maybe I am getting worse).  So, naturally I started to think of other ways to bring good "job" energy to my little world besides sending resumes and praying-endlessly.  I thought of a vision board.  Oh and watching The Secret, of course.  I got some mixed reactions to this.  Some believe in this, others not so much.  However, there are many reasons this was probably in my subconscious, one is the fact I made a vision board April 2013.  Yep. I hung it my training room.  I had it taped up on my front door inside so I would always see it.  But then it kept falling down and all I could vision was myself taping it back up.  Hence, it was in my training room.

Of course the poster board is hot pink!

The other day I was in there to get something and I happened to glance at it.  Being outside training I haven't really looked at it.  My draw dropped a little.  First, the girl in one of the pictures is wearing the exact running shoes I would switch to in May 2013.  I had always been a Brooks girl for years, then in May I went to the local running store and told them my feet just felt like they needed a shake up because I was getting shin splints and wanted a different shoe.  Low and behold, he brought out a hot pink pair of Asic Gel Nimbus 14. I truly believe you need to be energized by the color of your running shoe, otherwise, what is the point of spending that $ ;-)  I fell in love with them.  It was like running on pillows! Also, this sealed the deal that hot pink is my signature color! A little product review that I and others have noticed with Asics. The inside of the heel will wear out; thus a good indicator it's time for a new set and for you to be a little annoyed.   But not until you have gotten your well-deserved use, but still.  So, here is a close up of the girl and then a pair of the shoes the sales person brought out.

This is my 3rd and last pair.

I know right!  Ok, so on the board you also see a lot about running.  To keep running and run with your heart.  I was going to focus on running and start fresh with these new shoes.  I just finished a race before buying these and I wanted to get better because I had signed up for a my first marathon in September in Pocatello.  I had always pushed off doing a marathon-it scared me.  However, I would watch the NYC 

Marathon every year on TV.  I had been in the drawing since 2011, only to not make it in.  Then, in May,one month after the vision board and putting running sayings/images on it, I got picked for the NYC Marathon!!! A life long dream came true and how cool that it would be my first marathon.  So, I dropped the September Marathon to a half and began training for NYC. I also documented the journey on Facebook so people could be with me from Week 1 to the Finish Line.

Amazeballs.  

Asic Gel Nimbus 15-NYC 13 edition

Also, you will see that I put pictures for Triathlons as well.  One specifically says "Every Girl Has An Iron Core."  When I cut this out there was very little thought of doing an Ironman.  I had done sprint triathlons-numerous and I was kinda ok with that.  Then in 2014 it aligned.  I pushed myself harder in the pool, entered Masters more regularly, bought a new bike, became friends with Ironman and convinced a good friend to do a Half Ironman with me in Calgary.  I also PR'd every triathlon this year. Before any of this, when I would randomly catch the Ironman on TV, I would only think "hmm looks intense and hmm, looks like something to do that day."  But, so many things from January 2014 on aligned and pushed me to compete in Calgary 2014.

Awesome Sauce.  

So, I am going to make a vision board, with a lot of Nike stuff on it and cute outfits and some pictures of making money and paying off school loans-HA.  Whatever you need to do to get to the next level do it.  My friend recently told me "If it makes you feel uncomfortable, then it is probably right."  So, here is to dreaming (visioning) big.