Real talk.

Real talk.

I’ve had a rough month.  There’s been a few hurdles thrown at me lately, and I want to share those with you, in keeping with my “this is me” philosophy of transparency and honesty.

If you’ve read this blog over the years, you’ve certainly heard me talk about my love of running.  Being a “runner” is a big part of my identity, and it’s something I’ve loved to do since I was a little girl.  As a 12-year-old, I used to get up early on Spring mornings and run down to the end of my small-town street and back before anyone else was awake.  Other times, I would ride my bike over to the school track and run laps just for the peaceful bliss that I knew it would bring.

I didn’t have the vocabulary for it back then, but I do now:

running helps to keep me feeling like me.

I tend to worry about things, and running helps me to worry less.  It helps my mind to stay calm and my energy to stay high.  I’m a happy person at my core, but running simply makes me a happier person; a runner’s high is no joke.

And I think this is the reason that February has felt like such a tough one.  I had a week of a chest cold that wouldn’t let loose, four epic snow/ice/freezing rain storms that made for very tricky conditions, and a stubborn Achilles injury that just won’t cooperate.  My mileage was really low, meaning less fresh air, less group run support, less peace in my brain.  Crossfit helps, yoga helps, workouts in my basement help, but for me, there’s just nothing quite like the run.

Bring on Spring.  Bring on blue skies and clear roads and sunshine on our faces.  Bring on movement and sweat and feel-good hormones.  Bring on friendships and smiles and goals to be chased.

We’ve got this.  Happy March!


Who’s With Me?

For me, Spring is like the New Year.

It’s a chance to push the reset button, get a fresh start, open a new page, improve.  A new beginning.  And with the dramatic entrance of May warmth and sunshine this past weekend, I noticed many people out and about who obviously felt the same.  Around this time of year, I get the itch to get outside, and my internal ambition ramps back up.

And so, this post is my intent to share my health goals with you, in the hopes that you might take an inward look and apply some self-improvement strategies in your life as well.  There’s strength in numbers, and our success rate increases if we do it together…..

Here are my nutrition and fitness goals for the coming months:


I’m on Day 5 of my first Whole30 program, which I’ve pledged to do May 1st-30th.  It took me a long time to commit to this: 30 days of no sugar, no grains, no dairy, no legumes, and no alcohol.  I have been hearing the Whole30 buzz, seeing the NY Times Bestsellers List, and even witnessing first-hand accounts of friends who look and feel incredible, but I was hesitant.  I need to be fully committed to nutritional changes or I end up starving and miserable.  My husband will agree that starving and miserable is not the ideal me, and with two Whole Life Challenges and a 14-day detox under my belt in the past year, I wasn’t certain that I had the internal drive to see this one through.  But since my energy levels are low and my sugar cravings are high as of late, I made the commitment, and I’m so glad I did.  I’m already feeling better, less than a week in.  If this intrigues you and you’d like to join our Facebook Group, please let me know; we’re a growing group of support, recipe-sharing, and information.


I need competition.  If I don’t have a goal in mind, my enjoyment of fitness dramatically drops.  That’s why running clubs and CrossFit gyms are a good fit for me.

-June 6- Moon in June 10K

-July 1- Canada Day 5K

-July 11- UG series Beach Wod

-August 15- 18km Iroquoia Trail Test


I’ll say it again, who’s with me?

My Floors Are Always Dirty

My floors are always dirty.  Especially in the Spring and Summer.  Especially the kitchen floor.

cause it's summer

You see, our back patio door opens off our kitchen, and we spend more time outside than inside when the weather is nice.  Our backyard is our oasis in the city- complete with trees, grass, and a sandpit.  The sandpit that we have may be the same kind that you have….. you know, the kind that sand seems to jump out of and stick to any child or dog within a 5m radius?  Yep, that kind.  This sand is then tracked into my house via the patio door via my kitchen floor.  Along with grass clippings, pebbles, sticks, twigs, rocks, bugs, dog food, flowers, grass seed, leaves, and all other backyard flora and fauna.

By day’s end, my floors feel more like sandpaper than tile, they look more beige than white, and they sound more rough than smooth.  Out comes the broom and the steammop, and I have nice clean floors again between the hours of 8pm and 8am.

But the sand I clean up reminds me of the huge sandcastle my son built, and the pride I saw on his face.

The grass clippings remind me of the excited smile my daughter had when she felt the lawn on her bare toes, and the sense of wonder in her eyes.

The sidewalk chalk dust reminds me of the artwork that graces my driveway, and the creativity and imagination it inspired.

The twigs remind me of the fun our puppy had exploring his new environment.

So I will take the sand.  And the grass clippings.  And the chalk dust and the twigs.  Because a clean kitchen floor means far less to me than a day of backyard fun with the dirt to prove it.

My floors are always dirty.  And I like it that way.

***This post was originally written as a Guest Blog post for