My Oh So Glamorous Life

At least once per day I receive a note or text that says, “Your life is SO Glamorous!” I just landed in Paris. It is the most glamorous city. I signed a new modeling contract – I can leave at any time and they can kick me to the curb if I decide to eat all the hazelnut chocolate filled croissants in Paris. And I might. (insert desperate plea for you to hire me for your next marketing or ad campaign here. I’m not getting any younger…) So today we’re going to discuss my Oh So G

“B” List Model’s Guide to Everything.

R.P.P. The Relentless Pursuit of Perfection. We have all known it at some point in our lives. As someone who gets paid to be photographed, it’s a hollow pursuit for cellulite cream, wrinkle erasers and frizz free hair. Since I’ve started this blog, the most asked questions I get from both friends and followers is about my health and beauty routine. (Sometimes they ask about exercise but, considering this is a running blog, that’s fairly obvious.) I haven’t had any botox or fi

Alabama

3 races, 3 states, 40 hours. MS/AL/LA Alabama — 6pm on a Saturday Holly and I left Mississippi and drove a few hours to Orange Beach, Alabama. A few hours in the car after a road race running OVER A BRIDGE means sore, aching hips. (I was equipped with sturdy birthing hips which feel neither particularly sturdy nor benefitted me much during childbirth – an experience I will never blog about because there are some mental images you can’t unsee.) Anyway, running/driving/running/

Georgia – Guns, Revivals and a Cracker Barrel

Valdosta, Georgia. 8am on a Saturday. I drove 5 hours into the night so I didn’t get to fully appreciate the Florida to Georgia highway. In the morning I was able to view it in all its glory. Here’s the highlight: Billboards. So many billboards. In a 5 mile stretch you can buy a gun, sell a gun, buy another gun, buy a rack for your gun, a holster for your gun and a gun for your gun. You can buy a bible, borrow a bible, share a bible or read a bible with someone who will also

Lent.

I am not Catholic. Sacrificing for our faith wasn’t a part of our Easter time rituals. (Be clear – there were plenty of pro-faith sacrificing we did. Stay tuned for my “Dress as your favorite Wise Man or Shepherd” Halloween post.) I remember there were a few years my father gave up his beloved daily pot of black coffee for tea. Those were not happy years. This year, in the interest of being stronger, faster, thinner err healthier, I’ve decided to give up alcohol. You can now

Strippers and Scripture

As a skier, I love the cold. As a runner, I hate the cold. So, I have a treadmill. I believe it was invented by the world’s most boring human being who neither runs nor has a soul. Today, with frost covering the ground, I decided to tap into my inner Jane Fonda and do a workout video. Since I’m not the yoga-pants-to-brunch-soccer-mom type, I chose Carmen Electra’s Fit to Strip. Yes, that’s right. And let me tell you – there is a reason strippers have amazing bodies. You try t

January 1, 2016 – Commitment Day

October 10, 2014 I made a commitment to run for a year. I am not a self motivated person. I don’t wake up every morning and say, “TODAY IS A NEW DAY LETS DO GREAT THINGS!” In fact, I dislike those people immensely. I’m more of a “CRAP. I have 7 minutes to walk the dog, feed my kid, shower, dress and get out the door…..” So when I decided to run a road race every weekend for 1 year, (52 consecutive races for the mathematically challenged) no one believed I could do it. But I d