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Cultivating Gratitude

It always happens around this time of year. My brain slows down and I reflect on the events and accomplishments of the year, and I begin to think about how I'll approach the new year.

But not in that order. It's so much easier to look ahead in optimism than to look back and account for the year that's ticking by. So I force myself. And in the end I'm glad I did. It turns out 2017 was so much better than I gave it credit for.

Which brings me to this annoying question. Why is it that I always seem to remember the negative? Have you ever felt this way? It hate that I do this. It's so damn easy to remember the bad... and the hurt. And it seems like I have to work to remember the awesome.

This question bugs me so much because I consider myself a glass-half-full kind of gal. I really am. I face a lot of things with great optimism and a positive mindset. And even though that's pretty biased, I'm pretty confident that most, if not all, of my family and friends would say the same.

So WTF, man?

In an occasion of synchronicity, I discovered that there is real science about this! And proof!



And get this. It turns out this tendency toward the negative is NOT. OUR. FAULT. Our brains are diabolically, inherently lazy. We have to force them into action. We have to train our brain.

Which is something that I've been working on since learning about CEN. Re-framing my story so that I can overcome some pretty hefty obstacles. Training my brain to ignore old pathways and connections, and creating new ones. It's both hard and exhausting. But I can feel the change.

So I'm going into 2018 with a different mindset. And I just wanted to share some of the practices that I've implemented over the past several months that are helping me do this.

But first, Matthew McConaughey...

He [God] has shown me that it is a scientific fact that gratitude reciprocates abundance.

It’s true. Gratitude is a gift that keeps on giving, and there is a science behind it. Which is why I'm starting a gratitude practice right here, right now. And I want you to join me in this January 30 day challenge. Because I think you'll dig it. And...

I created this handy dandy 30 Days of Gratitude PDF just for you. It's a really easy peasy way to just start already. Let's cultivate gratitude and abundance together!

The Big Red Buoy
Ironman North Carolina Start

I spent the first 10 minutes of my very first Ironman clinging to that big red buoy just a short 100 yards from the shore in which I entered. (See above) And I know exactly how I looked.


I had no delusions of gradeur going into this. I knew it would be hard. I am merely an amateur with no other goal than to simply finish in the time allowed. But this?!

I can just see myself floating there, my face wide-eyed and troubled with the overwhelm of it all, desperately looking around at all the badass athletes swimming, swimming, swimming past me, toward their dream.


I'd been chasing the Ironman dream for 5 years. It’s been said that, "When you want something, the whole universe conspires to make it happen."I remember with vivid detail the night I sat in a friend's living room, criss-cross-applesauce in her green arm chair, declaring to myself, to my closest friends, and to the video camera in front of me that, "I want to be an Ironman."

Don't get me wrong. I worked hard to get to that moment. I joined a team. Went to team practices. Went to more team practices. Practiced on my own. Did a sprint triathlon. Then did an olympic triathlon in which the swim was cancelled, which meant I'd have to do it again because that totally doesn't count, does it? I continued doing this for another two years. I kept training. I did another sprint, and another oly and more sprints and another oly.

THEN a 70.3 that felt so good it was ridiculous! (Thank you Coach Carrie!)

I'd never committed to anything in my life, but I committed myself to triathlon. And I attribute part of it to that one night I told the universe what I wanted.

So there I was, doing my first ever Ironman, clinging for my dear life, to the very first buoy I could doggy paddle to, while gasping, wildly, for air that I just could not breathe in fast enough.

How is this happening right now?!

It had been three years since my last triathlon. In the space between, I hadababyitsaboy. At his birth we discovered he had a congenital heart defect and had open-heart surgery six months later. All of this is another story, but needless to say, my world changed direction very quickly.

When I decided to come back to the sport in early 2016, the impulsive "go big or go home" dreamer half of me eagerly clicked "submit", committing my more rational "what the cuss did I just do?" half of me to swimming, biking, then running 140.6 miles of coastal North Carolina in just 17 hours (which ended up only being 84.6 miles in 14? hours, but again, that’s another story).

As wild and capricious as registering for IMNC might’ve seemed, the truth is, I had some unfinished business to take care of. I was supposed to have raced the Ironman Texas in 2014, with some really great team mates of mine, but I chickened out. A month or two before the big day, self-doubt barged its way into my brain, set up camp and just would not leave. So I bailed. I deferred to the Ironman Louisville race in October of that same year.

But as life would have it, I pulled my hamstring while trying to water ski over the 4th of July weekend. That, coupled with a huge, move from Texas to Virginia made it super easy for me to DNS at Louisville. Here's some good, yet seemingly obvious advice: never try a new sport while training for any big race.

But luckily, this time around there were no injuries. Training for North Carolina had gone well enough despite not having my team, my tribe, to help ease the emotional oxymoron that is training for an Ironman.  I followed a good training plan, pretty much. Not as much as I could have or should have. But just enough. Enough to know that I’d make the bike cutoff, and probably the run cutoff. The swim was the lone question mark. I knew I could swim 2.4 miles. But I didn’t know if I could swim it fast enough. Add to that not having the chance this season to train in open water, and never ever having trained in the ocean, home to my Trinity of open water fears.


I knew that come race morning I’d have to face those challenges, along with the fact that I didn’t even really know if I could make the swim cutoff. Yet despite all this, I had a lot of confidence that I could do it. I have an uncanny ability to, at times, be grossly over confident.

On race morning I did not get anxious until right after they played the Star Spangled Banner. The gun went off and I walked toward the start.

That moment stood dizzyingly still. Everything a blur. I couldn’t hear anything, but I could hear everything. Then…


I crossed the start line. I think that’s when I started hyperventilating. I walked a few steps out where the drop off forced me to begin swimming.

So then I was swimming and hyperventilating.

Which just means that I was flailing.

I managed to flail myself to the red buoy, grabbed hold of the anchor ropes and did not let go. And there I was. Trying to catch my breath and fighting back tears, I took off my goggles.

A good many thoughts went through my mind as I hung there, clinging, the minutes ticking by. But in those miserably pathetic 10 minutes of thought, there was also a little magic. Magic that I didn’t understand until days after Mike Reilly announced me an Ironman.


  1. It’s better to look pathetic while chasing dreams, than it is to look perfectly fine while not. I know how ridiculous I looked. I realized there might’ve been some volunteer or participant who rolled their eyes at the chubby lady who, through their lens, did not train properly enough to even go 100 yards. But you know what? I showed up. I was there. In the water. Trying. In the end, it doesn’t matter what other people think of you, it’s what you think of yourself that will consume you.
  2. Listen to your body while training so you can make good choices on race day. During the first 20 minutes of the Ironman I couldn’t believe how tight my wet suit felt. It felt so tight that there were many times that I considered taking it off. But I didn’t. I trained in that very wet suit for the past 3 months and I knew that it could not have suddenly become too tight. I likely felt that way because I was panicked.
  3. Your mind is the strongest muscle in your whole body. I don’t care how much you can lift or bench press or squat. If your mind isn’t strong enough to pull you out of the depths of panic and doubt while you cling to a red buoy, the strength of your leg muscles won’t matter.
  4. Bad training days are actually good training days. I used to really hate my bad training days. But what I’ve discovered about those bad training days is that they’re not really bad training days at all. They’re just days in which, instead of getting stronger in your swim, your bike or your run, you strengthen your mental muscle. And come race day, it’s the muscle that will matter the most.
  5. Don’t give up too soon. The thought of quitting must’ve went through my mind hundreds of times while I was hugging that buoy. I could have chosen to listen to that voice any one of those hundreds of times. But then I wouldn’t have known if I could have done it. And I certainly would not have been called an Ironman later that evening.
  6. Know your WHY. Why are you doing this? What is driving you? For me, each time the thought “I should quit” went through my mind, almost simultaneously the thought of my husband, or my kids, or my family and friends, or my coach, or that time on my bestie’s couch, or a montage of all of my training days, would also. Each of them a reminder of why I was out there. And why I should not quit.
  7. Live in the moment and for that moment. After I was able to catch my breath, I felt like I could swim again. So I did. In that moment, I knew I could swim a few strokes. And in the next moment, I felt like I could do a few more. I didn't think about 2 miles, just each moment and each stroke until I finally fell into my rhythm. I finished the swim by breaking it down, one moment at a time, one stroke at a time.
  8. Doing hard things makes you better at doing hard things. The Ironman is hard. But training for the Ironman should be harder. If I hadn’t pushed myself while training, I wouldn’t have known what more I had left to give beyond a certain point. I wouldn’t have been able to ask myself for more. To put my goggles back on. To try that one more stroke that led to more strokes that led to finishing the swim before the cutoff.
  9. It’s okay to take a minute or two, or ten. Even when you think you cannot possibly go on, if you give yourself a minute, you might find a little extra “I can” hiding in the shadows of the “I can’t.”
  10. Give yourself a break. Sometimes those 10 miserably pathetic minutes can magically transform into 10 singularly triumphant ones.
Humble Pie

I baked myself a pie. It's not just any kinda pie. I baked myself a big ole pan of humble pie.

It’s certainly not the pie I intended to bake. I wanted to bake me a strawberry rhubarb pie or a sweet potato pie. But it just kinda turned out this way instead.

Spoiler alert: humble pie doesn’t taste so good.

But it does have one thing going for it - it does do a body good. Kinda like a good liver cleanse. But for the soul.  

Humble Pie

Remember back in September when I did that half-Ironman distance triathlon? So. Right after it, I was feeling all fancy-pantsy and registered to do the full Ironman Texas, scheduled for this spring. Remember?

Well. I had all the intentions of keeping up with my training and not losing my base and yada, yada, yada.

That was early October.
Then came November and Thanksgiving.
Then again, December and holidays.
And, January. The new year. (Shit, yo, I’ve gotta get serious. But it’s so cold. And. Dude, did I just gain 15 pounds in two months?)

But Tim’s residency schedule was not friendly to either of us and faster than I knew it, February rolled around and by this time, I’d lost my base and gained five more pounds.

Getting “back into it” was hard. Tim’s residency schedule was not friendly to either of us. And although I was getting out there, I kept worrying that it wasn't enough.

This does not a good recipe make!

But I kept on keeping on. I was able to get in the water and on the bike and in my running shoes.

But is it enough? I begin to be haunted with self-doubt. I feel (perceive) others doubting me and ridiculing me behind my back. I think I can. But what if I can't? Race day is just 6 weeks away.

I gave into that damned self-doubt. I let it get a hold of me and we danced 'till I decided to quit. And here I stand with my humble pie.

Today I served myself some of that humble pie. And I ate it. All of it. I ate every last crumb. No more humble pie.

It's now time to bake another pie.

You know that saying, when life hands you a lemon, make lemonade? Well. I've decided to make myself a lemon meringue pie (because, if nothing else, at the very least, I’ve got to keep this metaphor going, people).

Lucky for me the fine folks over at the Ironman headquarters are piloting a race transfer program this year. In the past, if you couldn’t make a race (for whatever reason) you were just out of luck. No refunds. No transfers. No nothing.

So. Today I filled out the transfer paperwork to pull out of Ironman Texas and transferred myself to the Ironman Louisville race instead. In August.

That gives me a whole 4.5 months more of training.

And that is how I we make lemon meringue pie, people. #booyah