Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of riding a bike. -John F. Kennedy
As is true for most people, my relationship with cycling began as a young child. I remember pedaling up and down the block in front of my house nearly every day in the summer. In the second grade, I received my First Holy Communion and my first real chuck of money from the party that followed. As soon as I finished my last bite of cake, I was clamoring for a ride to the nearest Target. I was so excited to buy my first 10-speed bike. The instant I got that pink and purple Huffy my world expanded.
You know those bumper stickers, the ones that say “0.0 I DON’T RUN?” That was me until a couple years ago. Despite exercising nearly every day, I never considered myself a runner, nor did I have any desire to be one.
I knew people who were runners, and I thought they were crazy. These were people who yearned to run marathons, who ran so much their toenails fell off and their nipples bled, who ran even when doctors insisted they take a break because of an injury. I am NOT that kind of a runner nor do I ever plan to be, and I still think those people are a bit crazy. The difference is now I have some insight into their pure love of running.
As human beings, we are definitely creatures of habit. We find a routine we are comfortable with, one that fits into our daily lives, and we happily stick to it. Oftentimes to the point where we don’t even realize we have fallen into a rut, and have become uninspired and unmotivated. Many people are afraid to try new things, clinging to their mantras of “I hate exercise” or “I hate running.” A few years ago, this was me, simply going through the motions, counting the minutes until my workout was done.
I don’t know about you, but I am definitely feeling like I indulged a little too much over the holidays. My pants are fitting a bit tighter, and my over-celebrating has transformed me into a bloated, sluggish mess. It’s time to finally get my diet back on track, and I love to jumpstart a healthy eating lifestyle with a 3-4 day detox.
Whether you’ve been watching the news, surfing the web, checking Twitter or Facebook, or simply having a conversation with friends or family, I am certain you have heard that 2016 was the worst year ever. “It was a shit show!” “The new year can’t come soon enough!” “2016 was a dumpster fire!” “I am so grateful it will be over soon.” “F$CK YOU 2016!” The list of commentary is endless.
When I was growing up, the term holiday stress did not exist in my vocabulary. Christmas was fun, joyful, a time to see my entire family, (aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents) and of course, get presents. And back then, it was easy to be with family during the holidays because everyone lived nearby.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Your tree is up and decorated. The stockings are hung over the fireplace, and your home is twinkling with Christmas magic. Holiday music fills the air, and everywhere you go people are spreading holiday cheer. This is ordinarily a joyous time meant for parties and celebrations with friends and family. There is an unwritten expectation of being jolly and full of the holiday spirit. But for many, who will be facing their first Christmas without a loved one, this season can also bring tremendous grief.
Thanksgiving is less than two weeks away, and I am going to be honest with you. I’m not feeling very thankful. Things have been a little rough for me lately, and it’s not just the presidential election bumming me out. Every morning my kids head off to school, and I mindlessly go through the motions of my day. I exercise, I eat breakfast, I shower, and I sit down at my desk to work. I am trying to build a business that excites me, but I feel uninspired. I feel like I am desperately yearning to find something, anything to be passionate about, but most days I feel nothing.
Halloween is just around the corner, and as much as I look forward to it, I also dread it. Helping choose the perfect costume for each of my kiddos, getting them dressed, doing their make-up, the excitement of trick-or-treating in the air. And knowing that after trudging through our neighborhood on a crisp fall evening, there will be an abundance of hard-to-resist, sugar-filled treats lurking in every corner of my house. A giant bowl of sweet, gummy candies and rich chocolatey goodness that probably won’t last a week.
The Devil’s Lake Triathlon, what can I say? I have been thinking about completing this particular triathlon for 13 years. When I was pregnant with my first child, I watched my husband as he crossed the finish line, and I was more than a little intrigued. A seed was planted that day, and though it took quite a long time to bloom, I finally made it!