Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

I haven't died I promise. It's been TEN DAYS SINCE MY LAST POST!? Time gets away from you some times...I don't have time to blog right now because I have work in half an hour and I'm no where near ready to get ready for it. But I just wanted to let you know, whoever you are, that I have lots to blog about and I will be back tomorrow...or maybe later tonight. I love my new apartment, my triathlon race on Sunday went awesome, work is amazing as usual, and I can't wait for it to be warmer again!!! More soon, Love love love, me

I’m not sure what drew me to my first Triathlon practice November of my freshman year at BU. I didn’t have the faintest idea the differences between a mountain and racing bike, Lance Armstrong was a guy whose favorite color was yellow, and Kona sounded like some sort of mixed drink. If you asked me if I had ever thought of cycling, I would laugh in your face, after all, cyclist’s socks were weird and their spandex hugged all the wrong areas. Nope, I was a retired high school swimmer who ran on the weekends to avoid the freshman fifteen. I was at college to dig my nose in books and find my future husband. Triathlons were not even in my vocabulary. And yet I found myself at the track and tennis center at 8 pm on a Wednesday night. My first ever track practice, terrified out of my mind. The practice was bust: I almost fainted from giving blood that day and running in circles made my head spin. I was slower than everyone else and Coach Vic had to explain everything twice. I left feeling s...

At the core of every great team is the ability to work together, not only when you're on top but most importantly when you're on bottom and at the end of your rope. Today Chris and I definitely got tested on this one! We left at 8:30 this morning for a supposed 17 mile cycle to Walden pond, where the plan was to practice open water swimming for half an hour, then cycle an easy 6 miles to an amazing cafe called Taste (Number one in Boston and number 12 in the country!!!) and then cycle home. We should be home by noon. Little did we know we would get lost on every single street. Literally...every. single. street. Damn googlemaps. A few hints for navigating Boston, from yours truly: 1. If you are looking for Blue Heron street in Waltham, Mass, give up now. It doesn't exist. We found this out by cycling down literally every single side street within a 5 mile radius of where Blue Heron "supposedly" is 2. Sometimes streets just turn into other streets without a sign, or...

More than anything, when I hear about a dad getting sick or injured, it hits me like a car that we are not invincible. Ever since I was a little girl I've had it in my head that daddys are supermen - they can handle anything and they never falter. Dads are the ones who take care of those who are weak, but they themselves are never weak. So you can imagine how confused I am when my dad gets a cold. I know it's unrealistic, but I can't help but have this mindset. Maybe it's because my dad is the strongest man I've ever known - there's nothing he can't lift, fix, improve, or design. He knows how to build an entire house, remove any splinter, rewire any electric system, fix any car, and still be home in time for dinner at 5. He has never once said no to me when I ask for money, even though I'm 20 years old and I can certainly afford to pay for a movie myself, and though he hasn't the faintest idea about the technicalities of a triathlon or what I'm a...

I decided today I absolutely LOVE huge acts of compassion - when some one goes ALL out to show they really, truly and absolutely care - or at the very least they want to make you feel really special. They meticulously plan something especially for you, like a surprise party, or they buy a huge, perfect gift that costs hundreds of dollars, or they bring you to a super nice dinner that cost more than working twelve hours at a job like Citysports. Whatever it is, you know they put a ton of effort into just for you. And that feels great. After all, as wonderful as you are, you deserve it =) Yes, I absolutely LOVE times like this. It feels nice to be blown off my rocker. But what I love even more, and what I've been seeing more and more lately, is random, small acts of kindness that come completely out of nowhere and put that huge, hanger mouth smile on my face. Such as when your best friend hides a good luck note for nationals in your transition bag Such as when your boyfriend walks ...

The soul is dyed the color of its thoughts.....The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you choose, what you think, and what you do, is who you become. Your integrity is your destiny....it Is the light that guides your way. -Heraclitus I'm a firm believer that belittling another is the single-most condescending action a person can do and is nothing more than a direct reflection on how that person feels about him or herself. With that in mind, if you find yourself degrading someone else...and even have the nerve to write it, anonymously, to them..I suggest you take a look in the mirror and contemplate exactly why you felt the need to express that in the first place. I highly doubt they even asked your opinion, because if you were a decent human being you wouldn't have written in anonymously and, actually now that I think about it, you wouldn't have written it at all. I have absolutely no respect for those who choose to bring themselves up by putting oth...

Just when the caterpillar thought the world was ending, it turned into a butterfly. This is my mom's favorite quote- this and the one about the soul being dyed the color of its thoughts. But anyway, I haven't met one person who doesn't love this quote. It's completely true - and goes along with my, "good things fall apart so better things can fall together" quote. I just adore these short, simple phrases that hold so much truth and inspiration. I also appreciate this one because it's beautiful and something that should be written down on a mirror or the frig, but it's not cheesy and doesn't belong on the front of a Hallmark card with sparkles and flowers. Anyway, I liked it and I thought you might, too. love love love me