Showing posts from February, 2014

Dream big!

So a few months ago, I applied for a spot on the 2014 Saucony Hurricanes team. I got an email yesterday notifying me that I hadn't been selected from the 300+ applications, but was wished the best in my future athletic endeavors, and that I continued to "Find Your (My) Strong" and inspire others within in the sport.

Nichole ended up calling yesterday afternoon (guess I haven't sent any training emails lately...whoops!) to get an update on my Hurricane application among other things. I was trying to be optimistic about it; after all, I applied to the team just for kicks and giggles (so if it worked out, AWESOME, and if not, well, it was a stretch), but Nichole immediately went in to 'what can we fix/change/do?!' mode.

And that's when I realized: I have an AMAZING coach.
Some people need a coach that constantly lights a fire under their butt to get them going all the time. Other people prefer a cheerleader. I need someone who believes in me more than I beli…

Girls just wanna have fun

In case the lack of posts this month didn't tip you off, I'm suffering from two things: a severe lack of motivation, and a desperate shortage of time not spent on campus. These two things mean that when I get home, I usually want to stuff my face full of junky food pre-run (often I show restraint [how refined of me!] and get my bum out the door for a run right away instead) or, if I already ran, settle down to the all-important task of trolling the internet for dinner suggestions that exhaust me simply by the time I get to the end of their ingredient lists.

The low point of things so far came on a Thursday a couple of weeks ago. I got home from the lab, already pooped out, and decided to take a 15 minute power nap. Two hours later, I woke up, it was dark, I hadn't run, and I just wanted to cry. [Side note: usually I don't cry when I'm frustrated, but something about this winter has just turned me into a blubbering mess. I blame the dry air for aggravating both my t…