A couple of weeks ago a friend asked me to join her at a R.I.P.P.E.D. class {R.I.P.P.E.D. – stands for Resistance, Interval, Power, Plyometrics, Endurance and Diet}. I had NO idea what I was in for. It was H.A.R.D.

My friend assured me that it gets easier the more you go because the routines are basically the same, so once you learn the moves it’s easier to keep up with the pace of the instructor. Riiiiiight.

We went back together today and I still wasn’t able to keep up, but did feel a bit better than last time. The class is so intense that I’m literally counting down the minutes in my head till it’s over. I love running, I love Pilates, I even love spin – classes like this I don’t love, but I do them because they take me out of my comfort zone. I like my comfort zone, probably a bit too much, so I am constantly forcing myself to get out of it. I think about Chloe – how I want her to be bold in life, have no fears or if she does to embrace them – so I feel like I have to walk the same walk and not just talk the talk.

Yesterday Chloe and I ran 2 miles non stop on the trail {9:00, 9:02}. She decided that she wants to work up to a 10K this year and of course it made my runner heart happy. I in no way force running on her BUT darn if I don’t like it that she likes it too.


Soccer starts next week and I’m really looking forward to watching her play. When Eric and I were dating he talked a lot about how he couldn’t wait till the day came that he had kids and could sit on the sidelines and watch them. He said he was going to be that parent all decked out in gear from whatever school his kids attended. At the time the whole scenario made me giggle. I was in no way ready to be sitting on the sidelines watching my kids play sports, but now that I am I can completely understand how this was something he looked forward to.

Training has been meh and I’m okay with that. There will be no racing this spring, races, but no racing. I have to be realistic with myself. In some ways I’m more fulfilled than ever, so I don’t need times to fill any voids or holes. It feels good to be at this place and to admit to myself that I was filling things or escaping things with my running.

During the last snow/ice storm we had, my grandfather slipped on the ice in his driveway and broke his hip. It’s been emotional to say the very least. How do you really explain to someone how much they mean to you? That you need them in your life? I guess it’s one of the blessings and the curses in life – time marches on and we all get older. If you are the praying type, I would love prayers for him. He already has existing medical issues that are complicating his recovery. I told him multiple times not to get down and out – that having hip surgery would be hard even for someone young. It’s not going to be an easy road back for him, but I am praying, praying, praying he comes out of all of this okay.



Ran outside in shorts today. I can not even describe how thankful I am for warmer temperatures. The cold and I just do not agree with each other.

In honor of St. Patrick’s Day green #irunthisbody hoodies are on sale! My grandmother was born in Ireland so technically that makes me Irish right? Alas I am not. My grandmother never claimed citizenship so she remained English like both of her parents. Though I would be interested to know if you can claim citizenship later in life?

Hope you all had a wonderful day! xoxo Dorothy

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