running for boston…

If you were anywhere online yesterday, then you saw a handful of running groups pull together and announce that today would be a day for the running community to show our support of Boston and the senseless tragedy that occurred yesterday. There were posts about wearing a racing shirt, or wearing blue and gold, or just going out to run.

Getting out there in a show of solidarity and unity– that we might not all be Boston Qualifiers but the Runner’s Spirit is in all of us. From the spectators to the elite, the thing that draws us to these races is the perseverance of the human spirit. I am proud to be a runner. I am proud to be a part of this community. My heart goes out to all those affected by yesterday’s events.

JOIN ME in an online running club!


Despite my last attempt at joining a running group being a big ol’ huge bucket of fail, I still had it in my head that what I needed to do was to join a group or a class or something. Something to keep me motivated and accountable in my training and/or everyday runs. I was pumped to learned that my local running store was starting a new beginner’s group this past week. Even though I’m not technically a beginner, I’m slow like one and thought that perhaps by joining a proper class I could learn better technique and maybe get a bit faster and more efficient.  I was all set to register and be on my merry running way when it dawned on me that the first week, would be the week that J would be in NYC for work. I would have to miss the first week of classes, so basically, I was out of luck.


Foiled again.

I was pretty bummed and just figured that I would have to start running again solo. The thought made me sad. And seriously unmotivated to even try. But then I started thinking that maybe others are in the same boat as me. That maybe others needed the motivation and accountability that a group offered but didn’t have the time or resources to join one. So, I thought, why not start an online running group? One where everyone is welcome, no matter skill level or training program?  On a whim, I posted the idea on my facebook page and BOOM– others were also interested in joining! And before I knew it, the TARS Running Club was born! I’m seriously SO EXCITED about this, y’all!

Right now we have 9 people that are on board– all different levels and locations– and I couldn’t be happier!

Here’s how it will all work:

  • Each Sunday I will post the weekly mileage goal on FB. There will be 3 different “levels” that you can aim for, depending on your time, ability, etc. You chose which you feel is best for you* and make it happen in anyway you see fit. Run. Walk. Run/Walk. Do half a mile one day and 4 on the next. Whatever you want to do to achieve your weekly mileage goal. See? Easy peasy.
  • On Saturday, just comment on that week’s goal post on whether you made your goal or not– and any other accomplishments you want to shout out, like, “I ran for a full 20 mins!” Or “I PRd at my 5k this weekend!”. If you don’t make your goal– no worries. This will be a judgement free zone because life happens. Sometimes you just can’t get out and run. But let us know anyways so we can support you regardless!

Want to join us? Please do!! The more the merrier! Just go like my facebook page so you can receive the Weekly Goal Posts. That’s it!

*Please do not start this club if you aren’t sure you can safely do so health-wise.
You should consult your doctor before starting any new fitness/work-out regimen.

that time my daughter told me to go away…

and then I cried for 20 minutes and made my good friend Amber listen to me go on and on about what a failure I was as a parent.

I know logically that it was bound to happen– that at some point, my children would tell me that they hated me. Or that they didn’t love me anymore. I had always assumed that it would be when they were 10 and I was telling them they couldn’t spend the night somewhere or something equally life-shattering. Not when they were 5. Not when I was trying to talk to them before bedtime about the day and how I was sorry I had yelled at her earlier.

But it did happen. She turned away from me and I asked her if she was okay and she said something I don’t think I will ever forget:

“I just want you to go away.”

Stricken, I asked her why and she replied, “Because I don’t like you.”

Naturally, I left the room and began the stream of tears.

I’m sharing this with you all now, because:

I believe in letting people see the real side of parenting. It’s so easy to get caught up in the instagram and facebook way of showing life, but it’s only a fraction of what goes on. A carefully cultivated exhibit of all the good parts of life. And while if you asked me how I liked being a mom, I would without a doubt tell you it’s the best thing that has ever happened to me– but it doesn’t mean that everything is all sunshine and pinterest crafts. It’s a freaking rollercoaster of emotions, EVERYDAY. Almost every minute it seems somedays– like today. And that it’s okay.

It’s okay to have shit days where you feel like a failure as a parent.
It’s okay to fall apart every once and a while and cry your eyes out.
It’s okay to not have all the answers.

And just so you know, she ended up coming out of her room and I was all, “OMG, she knew I was crying and wanted to connect with me and she just NEEDED me!”…..


she came out to get her bear’s dress. Normally, I would have been upset that she was out of bed, but I was so relieved to see her that I grabbed her and hugged her and I was still kinda crying and she hugged me back and when I told her I loved her SO MUCH she said she loved me too– and then she said, “Can I go to bed now?”


That kid.

Rollercoaster of emotions I tell you.