Holding On and Moving Forward

Today (well, the past two or seventeen days) has been kind of rough. I’m so happy to have the friends and support I have, though I am missing quite a few people. I’m constantly reminded how blessed I am – ¬†how much I have and how much I can give.

Sometimes things don’t go your way. Sometimes you don’t get what you want. Sometimes it feels like you’re descending down a mountain in a rain storm and your breaks are failing and you’re hoping there isn’t something waiting for you at the bottom.

Before the 3 State 3 Mountain Challenge

Before the 3 State 3 Mountain Challenge

I have been blessed recently to be welcomed into a community of cyclists in Indianapolis/Fishers. I set out to attempt my first century (100 mile) bike ride last weekend, only to come up short thanks to the weather. I’ve learned so much in such a short period of time – how can I sit and wallow in what I don’t have yet when I look back on what I’ve been given?



What more can I really ask for? I have friends, family, a job, food on the table and, most importantly my health. So here’s to holding on and moving forward.


Oh, you know, just another Half Marathon.

A half-marathon at Ft. Benjamin Harrison whose butt Sara and I kicked! Which butt? How should that sentence be written? I don’t care; it was amazing. I have never finished a race running harder or with less left. Again a sentence that doesn’t make much sense, but so it goes.

On Saturday, my good friend Sara and I ran the 17th annual Indianapolis Half Marathon at the historic Ft. Benjamin Harrison State Park. The day started dark, cold and stuff. I was (and still am, sadly) fighting a nasty chest cold. Mucus, coughing, snot – if it was ugly, I was it. Turns out Sara caught the same bug, so we were in the same boat. Nonetheless, we started our half-marathon series this year together with the Indianapolis Mini Marathon in May (my first ever half!) and were determined to give this one our all (I’m just full of cliche colloquialisms today). None for being extremely hilly and extraordinarily beautiful, neither of us had any aspirations of finishing fast – we just wanted to finish.

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Sara and I before the race. I’m both freezing and covering my bib so they don’t put me in a different corral.

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(Another) New Beginning

Hello everyone!

In an attempt to do something with my blog, I started where I was most comfortable: design. When given a task to accomplish (such as ‘design a new blog’ or ‘transfer your blog to a different host’), I’m capable. So here we go. Goodbye blogspot (not for any real reason other than I’m more comfortable with WordPress), hello WordPress!

This past weekend was spent running and recovering. I went on a fantastic (in hind sight…) run through Ft. Benjamin Harrison with my good friend Sara, “bright” and early on Saturday morning. By “bright” I mean it was 7 a.m. and dark. And cold. But the sun came up and the run was beautiful. I am not beautiful in this photo:

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The “deranged” look is common around mile 8. We were at mile 4…

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