About Me

My weave is shoved all up in my pink helmet during the Nash Vegas 70.3 last August. Did I mention I love  the color pink? I have a pink M Dot tattoo to match my pink bike. I'm like a five year old girl, I'm aware.

If you don't know me, here's the deal, after an almost twenty-year swimming career came to a crashing halt, my partner in crime, Sarah (Sister Mrazek) and I decided to start running. We picked up running mostly because we went to college in the middle of nowhere and that was the only good, clean fun we could entertain ourselves with on a daily basis. I decided to take running to the next level my junior year of college and signed up for the Chicago Marathon. Fast forward seven years and I've finished 8 marathons, an ultra-marathon, an Ironman, three 70.3s and too many half marathons to count.

Sister Mrazek and I after our first half in 2006 and after our last half we did in Pensacola, FL.

What I failed to mention is that all that swimming, biking and run has torn up my body. ITB syndrome, patellar tendonitis, an inflamed SI joint, bursitis in my hips, stress fracture in my femur, fractured ribs and I can't forget the skull fracture and brain bleed that I sustained when out for a leisurely 8 mile run with Sister Mrazek one afternoon. Besides the head injury, my doctor and my PT will tell you my injuries come from being weak...what?! you can't possibly be weak and do an Ironman and run two marathons in two weeks?! Oh yes you can! So I eventually fell in love with lifting shit as a way to avoid injury and not fall a part at the end of a race. I've been at this strength training/CrossFit thing for 8 months and I'm kind of addicted. Addicted like how I was when I first started running. If I don't wake up sore the next day from a workout, I'm like wtf.

Me and some of the banditos after the Polar Dash half in 2012. Wind and snow ripping off Lake Michigan made for a miserable time. Why do I do this again? Oh yeah, because I ate an omelette the size of my head right after at Eleven City Diner. I miss the food in Chicago!

You're wondering about the weave. I wanted extensions for a while. I have naturally thin blonde hair and when I moved back to Nashville, a girlfriend of mine had them and she was always talking about how much she loved her weave, so I decided to take the plunge and get one myself. My girl Andrea at Parlour and Juke, hooked me up with my weave and some blonde ombre hair and the rest is history.

My ombre weave courtesy of Parlour and Juke. I look mean in this picture. I hate "selfies" and never know what to do in them, so this is my leave me the F alone face that I rock when I don't want anyone to talk to me. 

If you don't like the occasional swear words, I suggest you don't come back because I've been known to throw a few four letter words into my vernacular every now and then, so my guess is, I'll be throwing them into my future posts. If you don't have virgin ears, check this thing on a daily basis for my two sense on things like training, eating, gear and whatever else I feel like talking about.