A Letter to My 14-Year-Old Self,

IMG_2536Dear 14-Year-Old-Self,

Here are a few things I wish I knew when I was your age. It has taken me thirteen years to figure these things out.

1. You are beautiful, no matter what the voices in your head tell you. Beauty is not defined by the number you see on the scale, or the size of your jeans. Beauty is more than face value; it reflects your heart and soul. It does not matter if you have blemishes on your face, or a scar on your arm.

2. You are not stupid, no matter what the voices in your head tell you. You are intelligent and smart. School, work, and life will teach you things you never imagined you would know. You will never stop gaining more knowledge as you grow older.

3. You are not perfect, and that is okay. If you were perfect, imagine how boring life would be? You would never learn and never grow. You will never be perfect in life, and it is impossible to try to achieve perfection, even when you are considered “a perfectionist.” Strive for excellence, not perfection.

4. You will be bombarded with the word “diet.” Do not take it to mean what many of your peers think it is, which is weight loss. People around you will constantly be “on a diet,” they will constantly be comparing themselves with others. It will be hard not to partake in this way of thinking.

5. Think of food as nourishment for your body; nourish the temple you were given with foods that will give you energy to do the things you want to do. There are no “good” foods and “bad” foods; yes, there may be healthier options which will be better for the cells in your body, but do not focus on that. Eat what you want, when you want. See the person next to you only eating a plate of lettuce for lunch and commenting on the sandwich you are eating and how “fattening” it is? Tell them to go f-ck off. (Okay okay, maybe tell them to f-ck off in your head).

6. Starvation is not an option. Period.

7. You cannot please everyone. Just wait until you become a nurse, and this will hit home even harder. Do not kill yourself trying to please others, either. You are set up for feelings of inadequacy if you try to do so.

8. Remember your mom told you not to go to bed angry? She was right. Don’t harbor anger inside. It’s okay to express anger, as long as you do so in appropriate ways.

9. Don’t fear being alone. It teaches independence.

10.You are never too old to be silly, and don’t allow anyone tell you otherwise. Tell jokes, and have fun. Life is too short not to do the things you enjoy. Smile, even if your teeth are crooked. You do not know what your smile will bring to those around you.

11.Your journey in life will be tough. The road you think you are traveling has detours and pot-holes. But, when you reach that detour, do not fret. There is a different path you can travel on, even if it takes you a bit longer and “is annoying.” It may even be harder than you thought. But you will eventually get back to where you wanted to be.

12. Don’t be scared to ask for help. Remember #2? Smart people are those who realize when they need help, and they aren’t scared of seeking it out.

13. Don’t be afraid to dream big. And don’t let anyone stop you from going for your dreams. Just never forget to stop once and awhile to smell the roses while you are in pursuit of your dreams.

14. Lastly, you are lovable. You will go through heartbreak. But in the end, someone, someday will love you unconditionally. He will love you, even though you are not perfect. He will think you are beautiful, even when you feel you aren’t, and he will forever be telling you that. Listen to him–he is right. And don’t forget to love yourself. You cannot truly love someone else if you don’t first love the person you are.


27-Year-Old Me

This isn’t related to biking/swimming/running, but….

I started my own little side-baking business!



Filled with lots of vegan, GF options.

Bee Happy Cupcakes


I just wanted to share the news…As, my time spent off the bike/out of running shoes/out of the water and outside of work is spent busy in the kitchen.




It’s been for-e-ver since I have written a race report. Scratch that, it’s been forever since I have written an actual post. Perhaps because nothing new has really happened. You know, how you get into the work-train-sleep-and repeat cycle?

Yesterday I completed my first race of 2014. My man and I decided to partake in the Ocean’s Run in Rhode Island. Truth be told, he did not actually decide to run in it….I decided for him by signing him up for the 5k he could do while I did the half marathon distance race. Similar to when I did the Lake George Half almost a year ago.

We made an over-nighter out of it, and Rhode Island has the spring feeling that New York has yet to feel. I forgot what the ground looks like without snow, and what it feels like to be able to walk outside in the sun without gloves and still have feeling in my fingers. Seriously, Mother Nature and the weather have not been pleasant to the Northeast. At. All. (Have you upstater’s heard we are supposed to get yet another “snow event”? Grrrr).

Anyway, nothing beats walking outside in 50+ degree weather when you have been subjected to sub-freezing temperatures for the past three months.



Hellllloooo warmth!

Hellllloooo warmth!

After soaking up our fair share of Vitamin D, we hit up a local Diners, Drive-In’s and Dive’s hot spot to have the required pre-race carb loading meal. Food was up to Kevin, and, he decided that we had to try Crazy Burgers in Narragansett to have our fill of tasty burgers and fries.  I must thank Guy Fieri for finding Crazy Burgers because it not only has great options for carnivores, it has many different options for vegans/vegetarians!


Thumbs up for pre-race-dinner-awkard-photos

Thumbs up for pre-race-dinner-awkard-photos

Race day was upon us sooner than we would have liked (due to the time change). The Ocean’s Run Half Marathon  and 5k took place at Matanuck Beach. There was plenty of parking at the elementary school, and instead of taking the shuttle to the start, we used the 0.6mile walk as warm up. The temperature dropped to the mid-30’s, but I cannot complain as I’ve been running in single digit weather for who knows how long.


I started off running at a reasonable pace, and the course held my attention for the most part as it winded its way through ocean-side neighborhoods. Similar to most of the races I do, I try to find a fellow racer who I feel I can keep up with. Although, that tactic was crushed once the person sped ahead of me. Miles went by, and for the first seven or so miles I felt pretty comfortable just running along. At around mile 8, I started to feel fatigue set in a bit. Thanfully, another female runner came up and I decided to try the tactic of running along with her for some of the race again (mostly though because she had a triathlon t-shirt on). At this point the course returned back to the start (it was an up-and-back course). I felt my pace slow down a bit and contemplated walking a bit.

Race day needs no filter

Race day needs no filter

Once I hit mile 9, Katy Perry’s “Roar” played on my Pandora station and I thought, “I got this.” (Note: I am not a huge fan of Katy Perry, but the lyrics to that song can really pump you up. Please, do not judge.) 

At mile 10, you know you only have a 5k left to run and you are done with the race. I know my legs were somewhat uncomfortable, but I think it was my breathing/ heartrate that caused more discomfort, atleast that of which I was aware. I looked down at my watch and noticed I was around the 1:20ish mark. My goal was to finish under 1:56. If I can run a 24 min 5k, I can finish in under 1:50, I thought.

The next mile, I felt like I was shot. I felt out of breath. One voice in my head told me I could stop to walk for a bit, and still make the 1:56 goal. Another voice said, “Screw that, you can make it in under 1:47 if you try.” (1:47 was my goal for my “A” race next month).

I tried. I ran. Once I saw the finish clock ticking 1:44:44 I sprinted. And I succeeded.

My quads and thighs burned, and my lungs felt like they were on fire. But I finished my first half marathon in under 1:45. Five minutes faster than my last half marathon in October. Seven minutes faster than the Lake George Half. And eighteen minutes faster than my first half marathon ever a couple years ago.

Five minutes may not seem like a lot of time for non-runners. But, that is a significant change. I must admit, however, the race was the most flat course I have ever run. I went into this race feeling doubtful about my abilities, as the last long training run I completed was horrible. However, I was elated after this run. It is amazing how race conditions shift your focus away from the negative feelings away from “I can’t” to “I can.”

I greeted Kevin, who, for not really ever running since he dominated his last 5k, finished in a great time.


I’m not a fan of pre-race photos, but am a fan of post-race photos (even if it’s impossible for me to ever look good for them). That way, you can show that you actually completed what you set out to do!

A big thank you to my man for being there with me (and, lets not forget driving), Trimom for an awesome race, and, Katy Perry, for giving me my second wind 😉


When was the last crazy post written?

March 2014

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