My 15 Minutes

“… everyone will have their 15 minutes of fame.” – Andy Warhol

My journey to wellness was recently highlighted in the Atlanta Journal Constitution (AJC) newspaper. A staff member at my health club recommended me for a story in the KP Corporate 5K Run newsletter which, in turn, generated the lead for AJC Health Section writer Michelle Brooks.

Now, how do I parlay this into an opportunity to help others achieve their goals and dreams?


I Placed What?!?


32:33


I Used to Run with Doubt. Now She Can’t Keep Up.

Today, I ran my first 10K race – the Chattahoochee Runners Club 10K. Sure, I have run 6.2 miles before, but not in a race and not with a sweet 10.35 mile PR. I’m shooting for a 9.something mile for the Peachtree. With this race, RV and I are sticking to our commitment to run in 12 races in 2012.

On Saturday, Feb. 11, we ran the Marietta Mardi Gras 5K. That race was particularly special because I was running to honor Sherry Arnold.

This beloved mother, wife and educator was abducted during an early morning run in Montana on Jan. 7. Hundreds of mother runners across the country ran in her memory that Saturday, and I am glad that I was one of them.


I Am a Badass Mother Runner

Finishing smack dab in the middle of the pack at the Zooma Atlanta 5K feels like quite an accomplishment since I only began running races in September. It has been a joyful and liberating experience, and I am so grateful for it.

This race was my fifth 5K and it’s time to step it up. I see a half-marathon in my future, specially after meeting my running role models this weekend. Through their Another Mother Runner blog and podcast, Dimity McDowell and Sarah Bowen Shea continuously give me the support I need to sustain my running  journey.

These are my stats and I am proud of them. For now.


Lax Is Not the New Lazy

 Although I have been lax in posting, I have not been lax in general.

I’ve been getting out a lot to exercise. Mostly, for its stress relieving effects on everything else that’s going on – wedding planning, imminent earth shattering work deadlines, wedding planning, doctor’s appointments and wedding planning. If someone had ever told me two years ago that I would resort to physical activity to reduce stress, I would have laughed out loud and fallen off my comfy chair.

So this is how it’s been:

I am a Runner: I hadn’t thought of myself as a runner, like, ever. After all, I had only run in spurts of run/walks in the past. Yet, one recent trip to the trail I ran into (literally, of course) a large family exploring the woods. As I was approaching, the male parental unit yelled: “Runner! Step aside everybody!” I looked around and said: “Runner, where? Oh me! Well, gee, thanks for that…” and as I ran past them, the mom called out: “You ARE a runner, you’re running aren’t you?”. And you know what? Hells yeah, I AM a runner.

Fords Creek Trail: RV and I recently tried a new trail that a colleague had raved about. Initially, it seemed nice enough with gentle downhill slopes, beautifully wooded areas and the constant glimmer of the Chattahoochee River through the trees. 

But man did it have tons of rocks and tree roots along the trail, and man did I make a face plant while confidently running down the steepest hill. I must have slid 2 yards with my arm outstretched above my head like a horizontal Statue of Liberty, only not so pretty. I just laid there for a good 3 minutes, terrified that I had broken my left arm from the pain that was shooting to my shoulder. Eventually, I decided that it wasn’t broken because I could actually move without screaming like a girl – which I did in 2010 when I fell running (can you detect a trend here), fracturing my right arm and tearing my rotator cuff in the process.

Four weeks later, I still have daily pain in my left shoulder with limited strenghth and range of motion, combined with a fetching dark brown 3×6″ scrape down my leg (this will look lovely with my above the knee mother of the bride dress). It should be noted that the leg scarring is only enhanced by the scar down my arm which also got thoroughly scraped. Good times.

I Killed It on a Trail Run: although I visit my beloved Thompson Trail several times a week, I had never been able to run the whole 5K course. On Sept. 22, I ran 3.1 consecutive miles – like a bunny in the forest, down and up the hills, first time ever. I cried at the end for never in my wildest dreams did I imagine being able to do this. I love my trail.

2011 KP Corporate Run 5K: as previously posted, I ran it the whole way – on asphalt, mind you – in 38:38. Not earth shattering, I know, but I ran it the WHOLE way people – on asphalt -which I  had been afraid of since the Fall of 2010. First race I pull that off – thanks to a fair, breezy Atlanta evening and a huge turnout to keep the pace going. 

Next: the Emory Winship Cancer Center 5K, the Zooma Women’s 5K at Chateau Élan in Nov. and, to close out the year, the Dunwoody Jingle Jog 5K in Dec. It’s been a good year for healthy living. 

Back in the Saddle Again: took up horseback riding again and was incredibly moved by how much I had missed being around these beloved creatures. Despite the dirty work – scraping hooves, brushing and wiping down equine sweat – sitting on such a powerful creature again, adapting to its gait and becoming one through mutual trust and respect is one of the most amazing experiences. I will be back regularly, but not until after the wedding. I don’t think they make gold casts to match my dress in the event I should take a nasty spill (not farfetched in my current state of clumsiness). Just sayin’.

P.S. I broke the elusive 130 lb barrier and hit 129.4 lbs on Friday, Sept. 16. What, what?


Hey Body

Don’t screw with me now.

I committed to you and got you down to a fighting weight by eating healthy and exercising regularly. For crying out loud, I’ve even got you running 3 mile trails on weekends!

Ever since my surgery in April, it’s been one thing after another, what with the excruciatingly slow healing, the wound infection, and recurring skin allergies and hives. What’s with this sudden joint pain in all my extremities and the sharp knife-like pain in my side every time I take a deep breath?

Give me a break already, you’re the strongest you’ve been in 28 years. Now act like it.