I totally forgot I was doing this. Again. 😬🤷🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️ Mach is good to me for not harassing me when I’m down.🤣 Anyway! Update time. To be completely transparent, I didn’t just forget about this blog. I kind of forgot about Cruel Jewel, too. One of my kids has had some ongoing medical problems for the …
Week 🖐️✌️- Mediocre 🤗
“I don’t want no mediocre…” - The great T.I. 😆 Week 7 prepping for the annual Cruel Jewel migration is complete… A pursuit of excellence in all areas of life is something that was drilled into me at a very young age, from various angles. I went to a private school, I had amazing parents …
Weeks 5&6 – oops
I didn’t hold up my end of the deal. 🤦🏼♀️ My bad! Truth be told there was very little Cruel Jewel training or prep worth mentioning here, as week 5 was a down week, and week 6 was subpar. Every single minute of my life is accounted for lately. I absolutely hate it, but it …
Week 4: Mini 🐉
Week 4! The last week of the first official build. Here’s a snapshot of the stats: This week I was on the course itself twice. I finally forced myself had to opportunity to get back out on the DRT (Duncan Ridge Trail) for a long day of training aka a Mini Dragon. I also helped …
Week 3! – Coach Malm
Totally blanked on recapping week 3! Mach didn’t harass me about it, and I didn’t remember it. Actually my buddy Adam gets the gold medal for nudging me to keep it real and recap the week! Thanks, AA.😆 So last week was another okay week! I capped it right at 50 and just over 5k …
Week 2 – “Make War”
I have a tattoo on my wrist that was created to be a daily reminder for me. On my left wrist, written in my own script, are etched the words “Make War”. I am rarely transparent about what this means to me, not because I want to hide anything, but because it is not an …
Week 1?
I already know this is a bad idea.
Ten and Time
"She just doesn't know when to quit." I hear my mom in my head every single time I find myself in yet another stupid situation I've dug myself into. This time was no different. I had a quick flashback of 16-year-old me snorting another huge line of meth, knowing I'd likely just stepped into territory I couldn't come back from, but not caring one bit. "She's right. Why is she always right." I cursed myself as I dug into my pack for my phone. I was sixty some odd miles into my latest 100 mile effort. It was pitch black. My headlamp battery had died, my charger wasn't working, and I was fumbling trying to find a light--desperate for anything to help me navigate the rocky technical terrain in this section of the Pinhoti Trail. The next aid station was four miles away. Rookie mistake.
For Now
"I think we should go for it, Mom." My fourteen-year-old son, Brett, stopped to survey the rugged mountain terrain around him, looked up at the golden sun drenched sky, then back at me. Less than an hour till dark. "Yeah. It can't be too far..." I offered in return. carefully finding my footing in old UGG boots and overalls.
Under Canyon Stars
"A perfect marriage is nothing other than two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other." -unknown Simply breathtaking. There was no other way to describe it. I paused for a moment to be still and soak up the scene in front of me. The sun was slowly creeping over the Grand Canyon, …
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