Fried Chicken in 2017

Hello everyone. I hope this first day of 2017 is starting off very well for you. 

For me, I’m sitting in a quiet house listening to the hum of the dishwasher and contemplating which pants still fit my growing belly and how long it will take me to put them on – so I can head to the gym. 

Anyway. It’s pretty obvious I am now a terrible blogger. I haven’t written much of anything lately and it’s pretty much because I’m not doing much of anything. 

Pregnancy is much more difficult than I realized. I mean, it really can’t be that easy considering you’re making another human – but man has it put a cramp in my gym style..

I’m just shy of 21 weeks and I still feel nauseous 24/7 and throw up just for good measure every now and then… it sucks. I thought I’d cruise into the 2nd trimester and suddenly feel better, and miraculously have at least some of my energy back.

But that is not the case…everyone that told me that, lied.

I’m having a difficult time mentally with the absence of my gym activities and my ever changing body.

Blargh. 😟

 My ultimate goal is that I really just want to remain healthy during the remainder of my pregnancy. So last night I told myself, that “today I would go and just do anything that I could.”

So far, as mentioned… I haven’t even put pants on. 

But it’s still early, and I will make it out the door!

I woke up at 6am and had to make my boyfriends lunch/dinner for work today. He works 12+ hour shifts and I was too tired to make anything last night. 

So I woke up and came down to the kitchen…really not wanting to cook anything. 

Seriously food just repulses me these days. The sight, the smell, the 87% chance that I will eat it and baby will toss it right back up…it’s all so foreign.  I can’t wait to have a normal appetite back!

Even though I feel gross, I still wanted to cook him something a little special since it’s new year’s day and he’s working. So, 

I decided on homemade fried chicken. 

This might not seem so special to you, but to me…it is. 

I whipped up the recipe from scratch, and then I did something I have never done in my 36 years of life. 

I heated the oil in the pot, and I put the chicken in. 

I fried it.

All my by myself. 

Most of you are probably completely puzzled by this. 

Believe me I get it. 

 Little background on my major accomplishment this morning: 

No one ever taught me how to cook. Everything I’ve ever done, I’ve had to experiment and teach myself. It wasn’t because there wasn’t anyone there to teach me, it was because my parents always felt that I couldn’t do it. 

I was always pushed aside with good intentions – they would do it, “so I wouldn’t burn myself or whatever.” But even 36 years later I’m still told that I can’t go near a hot pot of oil. I’m teased by the same people that insisted I step aside while they do it for me! The irony.

This morning it literally took me 20 minutes to convince myself that I could in fact try this fried chicken recipe on my own. That I didn’t need anyone else to put the chicken in the oil – I could, in fact, do it. 

And I did.

And you know what? 

I didn’t burn myself. 

I didn’t burn the house down. 

Nothing exploded or caused any other major catastrophes.

And in the end, I have two pieces of perfectly fried chicken  to show for it. 

Moral of this ridiculously true story: 

Let 2017 be the year that you do the things that people told you, you couldn’t do. 

Try the things you want to try. 

Become the person you want to be. 

Make the best of each day.

New accomplishments await you! 

Happy New Year!  

Post Turkey Ramblings and Secrets… 

Hello Everyone! 

I hope you all had a great thanksgiving. 

I was super, super busy cooking not just one, but two separate thanksgiving feasts. Thankfully they turned out well, but it was exhausting! 

I managed to get one picture… 

I’ve been eating leftovers for days and days now, and I have to admit – I am pretty burnt out on all things thanksgiving related. My taste buds are craving anything opposite of holiday classics. 

Either way, this year I definitely have a lot to be thankful for…

Remember my most recent post where I mentioned that I just haven’t been able to keep up with my running or gym schedule? 

Well, the reason for that is because I am expecting. Yep – that’s right, I’m pregnant! 

I’ve been dealing with morning sickness and all the other fun things that come along with the first trimester. I’m finally into the 2ND and am starting to feel a lot better, thankfully! 

I’m not going to sugar coat it – it has been petty brutal… which made going to the gym or out for a run pretty much impossible. 

Now that I’m starting to feel better, I’ve been making tiny strides to getting fitness back into my routine. 

Today I met up with my friend and we made it out to the group run! I haven’t been to a group run for MONTHS!! I seriously can’t even remember how long ago it was. 

Today, it was raining and as much as we need it, I was a bit worried about running on wet ground. (Slipping isn’t the greatest thing to do these days.) we decided that because it’s been so long since our last RUN de vous (haha) we would walk it. 

It was so great!! I am so glad we made it out there today. I have always, always, loved running in the fall/winter/early spring when the air is cool, and the weather is mild. The smells of crisp air and fires burning in fire places filled our noses as we walked and it was amazing. We got to catch up with great conversation and the 4.87 miles seemed to fly by. 

It just felt great to get outside and enjoy the route. Please enjoy the photo, taken by my friend. 

I really hope I’m able to make it out to the group run more often then not.

Here’s to feeling better, and now – running for two. 😍 

From 13.1 to 1. 


Hello everyone. 

Remember me? 

It’s been ages since I’ve blogged, read blogs, thought about blogs. 

September 5th was my last post…and we are now a day away from Thanksgiving. 

A lot has happened over the last 2ish months. 

I had a birthday. 

I went to Disneyland. 

I went to Lake Almanor. 

I went to see Chris Isaak in concert. 

What hasn’t happened, is my fitness. Believe me – I tried. I seriously tried…but sometimes you just cannot, and this has been one of those times. 

But, over the last two days I have been able to get to the gym. 

I was also able to run…okay – jog – for 10 minute intervals. 

When you’re accustomed to running 6+ miles just for training at a 9 min pace, slightly over 1 mile in 15 minutes seems ludacris. 

Except it’s not. 

It’s probably the best mile and something I’ve run in a long, long time. 

It wasn’t on a trail – it was on a treadmill! And it was still the best. 

It wasn’t easy, not effortless. 

It was difficult. It tested my body, mind and spirit. 

But that’s what running is. That’s what running does. 

So whether you’re out running 100 miles or slowly pushing 1 – I applaud you. 

I’m proud of you. 

You are amazing and you are doing one of the greatest things you can do.

Just keep going, and at the same time – remember to be thankful for every step taken. 

Happy Thanksgiving fellow readers and bloggers!  

A Master in the Pool

Happy Monday Ya’ll.

Happy Labor Day too! I love having a Monday off! This week, I only work 3 days, because I have Friday off too. I am excited for such a short week!

I woke up this morning and was in the pool by 6:06am. I had a really hard time getting up, because I did not sleep well at all. It was also cold (which I really like) and it really made me want to stay in bed under warm blankets instead of getting into a bathing suit and a semi cold pool

 Alas – I knew my sister would be at the gym, so it urged me to get up and go.

My sisters friend also decided to join us, so we ended up taking 3 of the 4 lanes. I felt like it took me a lot more effort to get my laps in this morning, but I got them in none the less.

Swimming has been good for my tendon recovery, but I do miss running still. At the beginning of the week, I actually got in a nice 3+ mile run on the treadmill. It was at a slow pace, but the great thing was – I was able to maintain the pace the entire time without any pain in my foot. 

I did have some pain and slight swelling the next day, but it wasn’t anything too serious. I took a full day of rest due to the pain on Tuesday, and then swam the following day just to make sure my foot would be okay, which it was.

One of the things I miss the most about running, is the friendly competition race days allowed me to have. There was always 100’s to even 1000’s of fellow runners at each event that I could “compete” with. I was never racing to win first place, but it was always motivating to see how many “back of the packers” like myself – I could catch up too, or how much I could better my personal times from the last race.

I did happen to stumble upon a website US Masters Swimming which encourages people to stay fit by swimming. Basically anyone wanting to swim who is over the age of 25 can become a member. The only requirement is that you’re able to swim at least 25 meters. It’s for anyone looking to compete, learn open water swimming, or just train to keep fit. If you become a member, which would mean purchasing a year long membership (which is really not all that expensive) it allows you to potentially register for races,  it seems the heats are arranged more by time than anything so it makes the heats fair.

I am really contemplating giving this a whirl. Just thinking I may have something to legitimately train for, gives me a little bit of excitement…and admittedly, some anxiety too.

But, it’s similar to the pre-race butterflies I would get before any official run I would do. And I believe that’s a normal, and healthy feeling to have.

I have’t given up on running yet. In fact this weekend was the Disneyland Half Marathon weekend, and I was a little sad seeing all the posts on Facebook and Instagram of all the people that got a chance to run the races. My own Facebook was showing memories from the races I ran over the  years and it brought back a lot of happy memories. Hopefully someday I will at least get to run another 5 or 10k (hopefully both!?) in the parks!

Have a great day!



Dash and Splash

Good evening and Happy Sunday.

Is it just me, or does it feel like there is a time warp between Friday and Sunday? I feel like I barely got off work on Friday, blinked and now the sun is setting on this Sunday…

Well, once again its been over a week since my last post. Frankly, I suck at keeping up with my blog lately…okay – not lately. Pretty much this whole last year! And all I have to say is…oh well. HAHA!

So on Saturday 8/20 I woke up early to join my sister, her husband, and my nephew for an early morning 5k at a near by park. I ran this same race last year. The Diablo Dash is sponsored by Brazen Racing, but it’s not one of their annual races as it’s actually officially put on by another company – they just handle the technical, race side. It’s a small race, only a 5k and usually has about 600 people at most. Of the 600 people, maybe about 60 of them are actual runners. The rest of them are just families, or people who never participate in any kind of running or racing event, and they are just there to get out for the day. It’s both great and terrible.



Great, because it’s a low key way to get people who are otherwise inactive out the door and active. It may inspire some to continue on, which is always good. The unfortunate thing is that for those that have no interest in doing anything beyond this event could care less about trail or runners etiquette. It makes the first part of the race kind of miserable. But once I broke away from the crowd, it was fine. I couldn’t run the whole second mile, because it was on a trail that slanted to the left, which is my bad side. I could feel the strain on my ankle the entire time. But after it flattened out I was okay.

I did feel that the entire run felt so much  harder than I remember….Running is hard now.

And that’s just awkward.

None the less, I had fun and was happy to get one more race under my belt. Even if I couldn’t run the whole thing – I did the best I could. Thankfully, my tendon only swelled for one day after the race, as opposed to multiple days like the July race. So that felt like a win too.

Progress is still progress, even when it’s (incredibly) slow.


That Saturday evening I celebrated a friends birthday with a girls weekend complete with a luxury hotel, fun at the pool, a delicious dinner, dancing, friends, and tons of fun. I appreciate my friends and the time I get to spend them now since I don’t get to see them as often since I moved.

Next: On the blog agenda – what else I’ve been up to. I’ve slacked a little this last week when it comes to gym time. I did workout more days than not – but I feel like my intensity levels are just not there. Activity is still beneficial, even if I am not pushing myself to the maximum every time. But, I feel like I am just not doing enough at the same time.

Hopefully I can push myself a little harder this week, just enough so that I feel better about my efforts.

I am still swimming, and I’ve noticed that I am getting better with it. My times are getting better and my stroked are more efficient. I realized something while swimming this last week. Part of the allure of trail running is that you get to experience the beauty, tranquility, and wanderlust of the trails! The fresh air, scents, and ever changing scenery. It’s all amazing, and what makes running something to look forward too.


My sister is down there in the corner…photo bomb! 

In swimming the scenery never changes.  The constant staleness of the repetitive blue lines can be a bit daunting.


But what is nice, is that in both swimming and running – you can lose yourself in your thoughts. And just swim, or run – until whatever is on your mind fades away. In swimming, there is no music. There’s not even a chance to chat with your running buddy. It’s just you, and your literally drowning out the rest of the world, with the deafening sounds of water.

Nothing else.

This makes you mentally stronger.

Have a great week.







Happy Thursday Readers, bloggers…friends! 💓💓💓

I hope your week is going well. 

I’m supposed to be swimming right now, but instead I took above hot shower, got a bowl of ice cream (arctic zero – it’s tasty!) And crawled into bed. 

Truth be told, I’m feeling pretty exhausted! 

In recent weeks both my boyfriend and my sister joined my gym, which is great!!! I’m so excited for them, and happy that they both have decided to do something wonderful for themselves. 

It’s also meant that I have been hitting the gym twice a day on most days so that I can spend time with both of them. This is mostly due to accommodating different schedules, I’m the one with the most flexible schedule so, I split my time between the two. 

I’m also still trying to fit in my overtime and make sure other life things are taken care of – like vet visits, housework, and dinner. 

This is a far cry from my old gym schedule…and it’s a tiny bit exhausting. Last night I was supposed to hit the pool with my boyfriend at 9pm. But 830 I was falling asleep. We decided not to go, and I went straight to bed. I slept till 8am this morning, and still had the hardest time waking up!

I ran at the gym today with my sister, which felt so hard! It was the first time I’ve run in 2 weeks. Why is it everytime I take a break from running it feels like my body just forgets how to do it? My legs felt tired and my lungs were just not on the same page as me when it came to breathing. I did slightly over 2 miles through, so I was happy with that.

 I still planned to swim this evening – but after working a 12.5 hour day, I just wanted to get into bed. 

And so that’s what I did! 

And I’m happy with my decision. 

I have a 5k on Saturday, which I’m hesitant to run, only because today felt so hard and because I keep thinking about last months 5k and how it affected my tendon. 

Hopefully, since I haven’t been running much, Saturday’s race won’t be so bad. 

Time for bed. I have high hopes of making it to the gym by 6 to swim!

Wish me luck!


Just Keep Swimming…

Just keep swimming. 

Those words actually hold  a lot more meaning in my heart than a phrase from a silly, forgetful Blue Tang.

In September of 2012 I was preparing to run my second half marathon. It happened to be the Disneyland half marathon, I was a bundle of nerves because I was worried about the pace time, sweeper vehicles, and my overall ability as a runner. My first half marathon the month prior wasn’t the best experience – as it was more of a life lesson. 

My sister was with me, and the day before the half bought me a Disney pin, which she told me to pin on and wear for the race. 

It was Dory…that bright blue and yellow fish with a giant smile.  

She told me that every time I wanted to give up during the race, I just had to look at the pin and tell myself to just keep swimming… 

And that’s exactly what I did. 

And I did it a lot during the final miles of that half marathon. 

And everytime I did, I’d sing the song in my head. 

And before I knew it….

I finished that race. 

And it went much better than my first half marathon did. 

It was also the best half marathon time I ever got. 

That race, is one of 3 that stick out in my mind as the most memorable and life changing. 

But those words go even deeper. Many of you already know that I ran track in highschool for one year, before switching to the swim team, where I swam for the final years of high school. 

Both track and swimming gave me amazing memories, both changed me for the better and both molded me into the person I am today. High school wouldn’t have been half as memorable had I not done sports. 

Since getting back into the pool in recent weeks, I have realized that in the almost 20 years (crap, where has time gone?) since I swam competitively with my peers – I have forgotten about a lot of it. 

Maybe dealing with adult life has just taken over. It’s also a little weird to me that when my doctors told me I should not run and that swimming or cycling would be better for recovery – that I protested so much. One would think that as an old swimmer – I’d want to go back to it. 

But I didn’t. 

I protested it. 

I fought it. 

I avoided it. 

And I don’t even know why. 

It’s probably because I wasn’t ready to let go of running. But now that I’ve had time to better accept things, I realize that I didn’t have to let go…I could just do both. 

 Pulling on a competition speedo, a swim cap, goggles and getting into a cold pool has a way of bringing back memories. 

I remember cold February nights under campus lights. Steam coming off the heated pool in the crisp winter air. Swim practice started in the winter, and went till the end of the school year in June. We practiced from 530pm-8pm five days a week. The locker rooms where far from the pool, so getting out after practice was always an adventure. We’d all run as fast as we could to the locker rooms so that we wouldn’t freeze in the winter air. As the seasons changed and the days got longer and warmer – I looked forward to practice. Getting into the pool on a hot day always felt great…even if you were doing 5×200 at race pace or something taxing like that. 

The sound of splashes, the rhythmic sound of strokes in unison, the coaches whistle, and the sounds of your team mates cheering you on filled the night air. 

 Bare feet, swim parkas, and beanies…those were some of my favorite things. 

Pasta parties and after swim meet pizza parties…where a weekly thing. Seriously we ate so much food! And yet, we didn’t look like we ate (practically) 10,000 calories a day. It was amazing. Seriously though, food and swimmers go hand in hand. 

Meet days were the best. The butterflies I’d get when standing on the blocks waiting for the start where always there. The feeling of pure drive and competiton when I could see the other swimmer in the lane next to me – it would make me swim my hardest so I could beat them to the wall. It was a mix of adrenaline and anxiety…and it was awesome. 

Flip turns were so much fun, they  always made me feel like a mermaid…even if I happened to miss the wall every once in a while. 

My prom pictures show my racerback tan lines, that I proudly showed off.  I was literally in the best physical shape in my entire life. I still have the broad shoulders that I earned during those years. I’ve gone to doctors appointments for my asthma in recent years and have been asked if I’m a swimmer – because my lungs have the capacity that only swimmers have. 

Swimming taught me a lot. My coaches taught me a lot. My team taught me a lot. I am forever grateful for the experiences I had because my time on the swim team.

 I have wondered lately if I had pushed myself harder, or focused more on swimming and less on having a job (I was in AP classes, worked 2 jobs and swam) if maybe I could have been good enough to get a scholarship to a 4 year college. How different would my life be if I had tried harder?

Don’t get me wrong, the life path I took is not one I regret. I’m still a college graduate with a career… 

I just wonder what would have happened if I had tried just a little harder – how much further would my life as a swimmer gone?

Either way – I will just keep swimming.