What a weekend! This was my first time running a one day relay, and though the relay is shorter in distance, it was no shorter in challenge, laughs, cowbells, cheers and sweat! The Whole Human Community team rocked the inaugural Oregon Classic one day relay put on by Hood to Coast!
Because it is only a one day relay the teams start very early in the morning. We lucked out and ended up with the latest possible start time of 5:45. Getting up early did not seem to faze the team at all, we were ready to go! Rachel started us off on our adventure running away into the dark.
The first leg is where we as a team, and it seems most of the other participants ran into our only confusing portion of the relay. We were unsure of the driving directions to get to the first exchange to meet Rachel. Some runners also had a difficult time following the HTC signs that marked the course as well. The search was made a little more confusing with our lack of knowledge of Hood River and the absence of morning light, but we made it with a few minutes to spare to pick up Rachel and send Pierre off on this way to his first leg (and first race ever!).
The sun began to rise and give us light through the heavy rain clouds and when it did we were all in awe of how beautiful the relay course was! Everywhere the trees were in full color change of bright yellows and deep reds, nestled in the dark evergreen of the pines and up against a blue-gray backdrop of the sky. It was incredible. There was not a time that we were disappointed in the views and were constantly wowing with each corner that we turned.
The course runs the ‘Fruit Loop’ which is a well known loop around Hood River’s wineries and farm stands. The first half of the loop is almost all uphill – reaching an elevation of 4,500 feet. Once the sixth runner (me!) crests the 4,500 foot mark and passes Cooper Spur ski area the route begins to head down back into the town of Hood River.
The weather did not turn up in support of this inaugural year of the relay! We ran through complete downpours, 30-40 mph wind gusts that literally pushed our bodies off of the road, and even snow at the height of the course elevation. But what we know about runners is that weather can’t hold us back. This stopped no one from cheering on their teammates and running their legs off!
Aside of raising all of the runner levels of badass – the rain also brought us even more beautiful views! Colorful rainbows sprouted into any break in the clouds.
The 12th and final leg of the course brings the final runner down and out of the mountains and into Hood River where they run over a couple of bridges, around some Saturday shoppers and back into the Marina.
This was my first time being the last runner in the relay and I absolutely loved being able to represent my team and run through the finish line. One of the best parts of running a relay is knowing that your team is waiting for you at the end of your leg, and knowing that my team was waiting for me to finish because it was time to CELEBRATE made my last leg even more exciting. Hearing the jubilant whoops and screams as I came through the finish and then being surrounded by my team heightened the experience even more so. You would have thought that I just set a world record with all of the excitement we were displaying.
But that is what a relay should be about. The best teammates that you can have for a relay are the kind that are going to cheer for you in the rain, that will all walk with you to the start of your leg and high five you when you are done. The ones that will scream your name as they drive by you in the van, that will stop during your run and take your jacket and gloves that you aren’t wearing anymore, and won’t complain when you are smelly from sweat. They will let you eat their shot blocks, share their water, and even lend you their GPS watch. Then when it is all done, they will help you celebrate the shit out of your accomplishments! All of these things, my team was very, very good at.
It was the icing on the cake, that while we were enjoying the finish line party, we found out that we took second place in our division (Mixed Open). There is no better way to continue a celebration than to raise it to the next level with some hardware! The finish line part was inside a tent, away from run. There were a ton of sponsors from Ketel One, to Session, music that we definitely danced to, hot food, and even football on for those who needed to keep up with their teams.
I am so incredibly proud to have been the captain of this team! With half of our team being first timer relay runners, and some of us being brand new runners all together, we really truly made the most and got the most from this one day relay. We will definitely be back!
It takes a lot for me to become loyal to ONE company or brand. I have to truly love what they are providing if they want me to keep going back for more each time. I am a girl who truly loves to try new things – but the following 5 foodie items have got me stuck on them!
I found out about KetoButta from a friend of mine, and from the very first taste, I knew there was no going back to ANY other nut butter again. The flavor is phenomenal. Not to mention the ingredient list! Full of superfood things that I know should be in my diet but I often leave out – like chia seeds! Not only is KetoButta tasty on its own spread on toast – I have already used it in tons of recipes – like the Protein Energy Bites pictured above!
You can even get 10% off of your KetoButta order with the code: RUNANDLIFT
TWO: Vans Foods Multigrain Waffles
Our house does not contain many premade processed things – but one that we do keep on hand in the freezer are Vans Foods 8 Grain Multigrain Waffles. The flavor and the texture of these are on point. I eat them with my KetoButta for preworkout meals, pre race meals, and I even fancify them for the weekend.
These waffles are the best thing to keep in your house whether you want a great workout or you are in a pinch for something to eat!
THREE: Ripple Plant Based Milk
I discovered Ripple’s Plant Based Milk on one of my leisurely strolls through Whole Foods. Like I said earlier, I am always on the look out for something new to try. I picked it up because 1. it was on sale and 2. the macronutrient numbers on it were pretty good in terms of the amount of protein that it had. I have always been a fan of cashew milk – but HECK YES – this stuff was way more delicious than I anticipated! I don’t drink milk on its own but I have definitely used this for my hot quinoa and protein pancake recipes and it was perfect!
The flavor isn’t strong and most importantly the texture is smooth – which I find with plant products is usually not the case. I am excited to check out more of Ripple’s products!
There is no particular brand or nothing new about nuts. Except for the fact that I have been eating them more lately. Nuts are such a feared food item because they do have a high fat content – but they also have high flavor content and high nutrient value and high texture to add to your meals! Walnuts have always been a favorite of mine. They are so easy to crunch up and toss ontop of your hot quinoa, yogurt bowls, or even salads!
FIVE: Forager Project Cashew Yogurt
I never thought that there would be a day that I would choose to repeatedly buy a non-dairy yogurt. But that day did come, many months ago! I have been stuck on Forager Project Cashewgurt for a year or more now. Its so smooth and creamy with a delicious mild flavor. If you are non-dairy or plant based this is definitely a product for you.
I have almost always had a yogurt bowl in my weekly meals because you can make them take on any flavor profile that you want! Tropical fruits to seasonal cinnamon apple! Possibilities are endless.
These are just FIVE FOODIE things that I am loving right now. I hope that you try one or two (or all) of them and that you fall in love, too.
What foodie things do you LOVE that I can fall for? Share below in the comments!
Saturday, with the Plant Based Papi, I hosted a farm to table cooking and dining experience at the Oasis of Change. If you were not there, you truly missed out. The evening was spent hands on in the garden and in the kitchen, learning how to create new simple recipes that you can replicate in your everyday life. We learned together, laughed together and of course ate together.
Upon entering guests met each other, grabbed a glass of wine and got hands on right away with building their own bruschetta! Each guest picked their tomatoes from the garden and then used the garlic, onions and garden fresh basil to make up their own tomato topping. The fresh tomatoes on the crispy toasted bread were delicious!
Guests also anonymously wrote something that they were grateful for down on a card. Gratitude helps people feel more positive emotions, relish good experiences, improve their health, and build relationships.
Then it was time to head inside and get to work! Guests found their seats and were greeted with all of the supplies that they needed at their table – cutting boards, knives, mixing bowls, ingredients and aprons.
We started with a simple but tasty recipe for a vegan parmesan made from cashews. It was a big hit and surprisingly simple to make. We all decided it is great as a topping for ANY meal, but learned that it is a secret ingredient to add to many sauces dishes!
Next Jewan led us through the creation of a pesto using fresh and vibrant basil. Guests were given containers to take home the basil pesto and cashew parmesan they made (as long as they left some for dinner that evening!)
We all had a great time working together to create the recipes. We chatted about how we cook at home, shared our own ideas and experiences and asked and answered a lot of questions.
When the rest of the meal was created we brought our hard work down to the table in the garden together and sat and enjoyed our dinner. We chatted over candle light about the gratitudes that we wrote earlier in the evening and expanded on them with our own stories and connections.
Everyone left with our homemade toppings, recipe cards, full bellies and full hearts!
It was an amazing first culinary event for Whole Human and Plant Based Papi! We can not wait to host another one. A huge thank you to the Oasis of Change for providing a great space in which we can access fresh produce for our culinary experience and to everyone who came to enjoy the night with us!
What would you like to see at our next culinary event? A certain recipe, food style or technique? Let us know in the comments below!
My second Spartan race. The week leading up to the race, I was more nervous than I had been for the first. My first race was care free and FUN. It didn’t matter if I couldn’t do an obstacle, I had never even attempted any before. It didn’t matter what my time was, I had no expectation of how long it would take me to get through something like this. So I just enjoyed myself all the muddy way.
But this time. I had already done it. I had faced all but one of the obstacles that would be on this course. I had failed obstacles, and I had passed obstacles. I had a time to compare a new time to. All of these things drove my competitive nature into high gear the days leading up to the race. The night before the race, the weather turned and we had thunder and lighting and the rain fell heavily from the sky. I knew the course would be muddy and more difficult to maneuver. The idea that I could lower any expectation of doing better than before flitted through my mind, but those thoughts are not the type that I allow to keep around. It was gone, and my determination remained.
The morning of the race came, wet and cool. A constant drizzle fell as we drove toward the Meadow Wood Equestrian Center. The closer we got, the more my stomach knotted. We eased through packet pick up, spectator sign in, put on my body glide and cheered the female elite start. I hopped over the wall into the starting chute and my nerves made me wonder, ‘Why did I sign up for another one of these races. When I am done with this one, I don’t have to do it again.’
Then the announcer sent us through with an “I am SPARTAN” and all of those nervous feelings were left behind at the start line. It took mere seconds from the race starting to remind myself that I love this shit. I love running. I love challenges. Why would I say I don’t want to do this again? I remembered that I was there to prove to myself that I could work hard and get a little better every time.
So I set off, at an easy pace. Running along the gravel road, listening to the crunch of my footsteps and the breathing of those around me. The first obstacle approached – an overwall – without hesitation this time, without having to think about how, this shorty just up and overed it. Same with the next and then the hurdles. No faltering my pace or my mindset. I was delighted to feel smooth, strong and more capable than before. The obstacles continued in this fashion. This time around, instead of concentrating on what in the world was going on, I could focus on enjoying myself. Smiling, soaking in the perfect race temperature, the beautiful surroundings, and the sweat starting to bead on my forehead.
This race course was so great in the way that it had obstacles grouped together, which made the running portions longer. I felt like I could get into a groove and stay in my element. Bounding up and down the rocky, uneven path. The first mile was mostly uphill and through moss covered trees. We came out of the thicket and encountered the next group of obstacles, lead by the bucket carry. The rocks inside the red bucket rattled as I hoisted it up onto my shoulder and took off, trying to keep a brisk pace. The winding path up and down the gradual incline of the side of the hill seemed to take forever and go by quickly all at the same time. I carefully placed the bucket back onto the stack and jogged to the inverted wall, where my first hesitancy was – ‘are my arms too tired to pull myself over this?’ But my body didn’t hesitate as my mind did – up and over I went.
My muscles were warmed up, I was determined and ready to begin to tackle some of the more tough obstacles. We ran back to the forested hill, and began to climb again. The climbing excited me for the potential of more downhill running, but the downhill did not come as I assumed it would. As the opening in the trees came, the barbed wire was there in front of me. A long mass of scary, pokey metal waiting to scrape me up as I crawled under it. Instead of focusing on the scary factor, I focused on the fun factor. Remember when you were little and you saw a grassy hill? How you would lay down and just roll down it? That was me, and after I got over sticking my hand into a bramble, I laughed. A lot. And got dizzy a lot. And felt like a little kid a lot.
Stumbling past the camera man I worked to shake off the dizziness. I laughed with another Spartan and agreed that it was a great thing neither of us drank the night before. Jogging over the hoof printed and divoted ground we made our way to the rolling mud hills. They were slick with the storm the previous night and I chose a lane created by the elite racers who went before us. Somehow, being mid race, erases the toe testing feeling of getting into cold water. Without pausing, I plunged in, trying my best not to slip and fully submerge. Gripping at slick mud with my hands, I climbed and slipped my way out of the first mud pool and then over the second rolling mud hill plunging into the second mud pool. Taking a deep breath, I lowered my entire body into the muddy water, squeezing through the small gap between the marshy ground and the dunk wall, then pushed myself up on the other side. Now completely slick, it was time to tackle the slip wall, balancing my weight, I gripped the rope and pulled myself up and tossed my legs over.
Another set of obstacles I had completed. My body felt even better. More powerful. I zipped through the Z wall and moved on to the monkey bars.
Approaching the monkey bars, I had to get my mind right. An obstacle I know I can get through, not a difficult one that I have practiced. But one that I did not complete at the Portland Sprint. Without too much thinking, I jumped up and thought ‘Just go for it!’ So I did. I reached out ahead of me and grabbed onto the second bar, the momentum of my body began to carry me forward, letting go of the first bar I allowed my body to transfer my weight to the slick, wet metal, and unexpectedly dropped. The wet bars defeated me again. Hustling to the burpee zone, I gave my headband to the volunteer to record my number and began my 30 burpee penalty. My soaring mood and strong body both instantly felt heavier. I wanted to make this obstacle, but it was not the time to dwell on the failure. Shrugging it off. I moved on to the spear throw.
I adjusted the spear in my hand. Took too many seconds to prepare and threw. To no success. Another 30 burpees in the burpee zone.
60 burpees. Back to back. It didn’t feel good. My lungs were working hard. My body felt more like lead than muscle. Mentally, I knew I had to shake it off. During those last 30 burpees I cleared my mind. I hit the target, on my second ever spear attempt. Soon it would stick. I am ok. There is more to come in this race.
At the Portland Sprint, the obstacle that was most difficult for me, was the rope climb. Three failed attempts to get up, and I still had to do 30 burpees. I was tired – physically and even more so, mentally – after that. With the little form I had been able to acquire and practice time I had in the four weeks since the race, I was determined to hit the fucking cow bell at the top. I walked to loosen up and get my mind right as I approached the rope climb. Jon and Pierre, knowing it was my focus for this race, cheered me on and encouraged me.
“Which rope has been the luckiest?” I asked in jest to the volunteer.
“Today, not one racer has yet missed the rope climb. And neither will you.” The volunteer replied to me. This gave me so much courage.
It felt like it took forever. Swinging the rope around my feet to figure out the grip, pushing up with my legs and pulling with my arms. Each effort seemed to barely move me forward, only inches. But what mattered was – that I was moving forward. I kept moving forward, until the cow bell was within my reach. I barely remember the sound of the cowbell because I was distracted in my mind with the feeling of accomplishment. Hearing Jon cheer, knowing how much we both wanted me to succeed at this obstacle made my pride soar. ‘Remember, you CAN do hard things!’ I told myself.
As I jumped off the rope, I waved to Jon feeling ready to take on everything else this course had. I passed a Spartan who sounded nervous for her attempt up the rope. I gave her words of encouragement, knowing inside that she could do it, and headed on to the Helix. The new obstacle I had no idea how to attempt. Swiftly finding my footing and scooting across I realized that it was more fun than difficult, rang the cowbell and was ready for some more running.
Back up in the misty woodland, through more incredibly uneven terrain, up a steep hill, I realized I was on the last third of the race. I carefully maneuvered the cargo nets, watching as Spartans starting their open waves ran underneath the A frame. The sandbag felt heavier being rain soaked and carrying it up the hill and back down made me feel strong. The atlas carry was great without the burpee break. My energy was continually being boosted by each completed obstacle and the finish line music. There were only a few obstacles left – I was going to do it! Complete my second Spartan. I felt stronger than my first time and more sure! I had also done only 60 burpees, which was less than before. My pride grew with every step that I took.
I approached the Rig and knew that it was something I could do. I swung myself onto the first ring, and reached out for the second. Surprise took me over when my body started to fall to the gravel. ‘How? I can do this!?’ I had forgotten about the slick state of the equipment because of the constant drizzle that morning. The rings were so slick. My heart fell. 30 more burpees in wet, muddy gravel. Pushing my body off of the gravel as it slid around and tried to keep my feet in the mud was more and more difficult with each burpee I had to complete. But complete them I did.
I hustled to the Herc Hoist and hand over hand pulled the rain soaked bag up to the knot, slowly lowering it back down. Then I was done! A huge grin spreading across my face, I ran toward the fire jump, my grin get larger hearing Jon and Pierre cheer for me through the finish!
I had done it. Finished my second Spartan Sprint feeling elated, despite my failed obstacles and burpees, despite the briar poking my finger, despite the times it was hard. Jon ran to the finishers chute to high five and hug me over the barrier. Judging by the time of day, he knew that I had PRed at this race. We went to the results booth to see what my time was – 1:00:35. A massive PR of 7 minutes for this race! So close to breaking an hour. The bigger surprise? Reading that I had placed 3rd in my age group! I could hardly believe that it was true! My second race and a podium finish.
Hard work. Truly putting in the work. Not just the physical and nutritional work, but the mental work. Of pushing past what you think you can do. Pushing past when you feel disappointed. Letting yourself truly believe that you can accomplish something. That you can do hard things. That hard work gets you the rewards.
I am so excited to continue this hard work and continue running Spartan races. They are organized and efficient. Obviously fun and challenging, and the volunteers are stellar both with information and encouragement!
Now it is time to get stronger and faster and come back to a new shiny PR in 2020. Who wants to come with me?
It was never a matter of if I would begin a career as a health coach. It was a matter of when.
I have always had a passion for education. This is what made me go into my teaching career. I found, very quickly, that education was not just part of a classroom setting – but that it was everywhere.
Education is in the books you read, the chats that you have with a friend, the videos you watch on YouTube and the experiences you have! We literally can make the choice to learn from everything that we come in contact with. Education became and obsession – and if you’ve ever had a conversation with me, then you have heard me say, “Tell me more!” Because I just want to know. I want to educate myself.
In college (and you know this if you have read my About Me page) I began learning about nutrition and fitness. I was hooked. I began buying and reading every book from anecdotal stories to physiological facts, I began meeting up with and talking to veteran runners and athletes, and learning through experiencing with myself. I wrote my own plans, conducted fueling experiments on my body, and tried different workouts. Through all of this my knowledge grew.
As I was becoming an expert in formal educational strategies – I realized that informally, through conversations and advice – I was educating my friends, acquaintances, and family on my growing passion of health and fitness. I would give research based advice on everything from running mileage to the type of carbohydrate that would be best post workout. The more I shared my knowledge, the more fun my own fitness became. It started to become common place for me to hear – “You need to make this your business.” “You should start coaching!” “People would love to hire you to help them!”
[Look at baby Kayla over there from 2011?]
I never thought a business would be the thing for me. I’m not a salesperson – neither do I want to be one. BUT here I am, with Whole Human LLC – registered under my name. I am a small business owner.
And what do I love about it? That I have given myself the license to help others. It is not something that I just talk about, or get told to do. I get to take my years of formal education, informally educating myself and experience in education, running, bodybuilding, and nutrition and SHARE it with others.
There has not yet been a check in that pops into my email that does not make my heart beat a little faster when I open it. Or a check in response that does not grow my heart a little more when I close it. Having others SHARE with me about there life, trusting me and believing that together we can accomplish their goals is an honor. Being able to TEACH – not just tell – my clients how they can be successful is the best feeling of satisfaction. Getting to ENCOURAGE my clients every single week in reaching their goals is the most rewarding. These are the things that make me absolutely LOVE where my life has taken me now!
What do YOU love most about what you do? Leave a comment below!
Hood to Coast. 199 miles. 12 runners. 2 vans. One of my most favorite running events of all time.
This was my 5th HTC and it seems to only get better each time! An event that is less about athletic ability and more about perseverance and mental grit. There is so much to tell, and I think that chronologically through this adventure is probably the best way to go! So sit back and relax for this read.
This year I was in Van #1 as runner #3 of our team of 12 runners – Cool Runnings was our name! The first van always starts at Timberline Lodge at the top of Mt. Hood and we begin the relay all the way to Seaside on the Coast! Our team didn’t start until 1pm on Friday (the first day of the relay), which is relatively late as teams start as early as 5am. You would think starting at 1pm would give you a ton of time to get up to Mt. Hood early and enjoy the sites and start line… but somehow, even with good intention to be there an hour early, our team showed up with only 12 minutes to spare to check in and get our runner #1 on the start line. Oops. BUT we started regardless, and your Type A/OCD efficiency girl, stayed pretty damn calm. Go me.
Lucky for us, our lack of timeliness and rush to the start line was not predictive of how our time across the 199 miles to Seaside would be spent. We kissed our lucky egg, and started our journey forward!
I could barely contain my excitement through the entire race. We sent Katey off and I immediately was cheering for any and every person I saw. “Go Runners!” “Way to go Girl!” “Thank you for volunteering!!” I shouted to every living being between bites of my pre run waffle. Everyone is out there working hard and I wanted them all to know that they were supported. I cheered louder than necessary when Katey ran into the exchange chute and sent Phil off on his very first ever HTC leg! My stomach was filled with jittery butterflies as I waited for my turn to run. It had been so long since I have run HTC, and I look back on my performances with pride. I really desired to make myself proud again with my first year back in 4 years! I knew that my body was not ready to hit the paces I had in the past, but I wanted to be decent. My goals for all three of my legs were to:
A. SOAK IT ALL IN. The sweat, the soreness, the cheering, the team spirit. B. Don’t give up, keep a powerful and positive mindset. C. Keep an 8’30” average pace or better.
It was my first time running leg 3 and I fell in love from my first three steps. Phil came screaming in and passed off the slap bracelet to me and I was off (carrying a baton in a 199 miles relay is not as easy as on a track, so we use a 90s style slap bracelet that we can just wear while we run). Heart hammering, the route immediately turned off of the road and onto a wooded trail. It was after 2 in the afternoon and the sun was beating down on all of us, so stepping onto this shaded trail was such a relief. There were few other runners, so my first leg was so peaceful. I soaked up the birds chirping and the crunching of the pine needles under my feet. I cruised along the downhill trail, working on losing 1000 feet of elevation, hopping over rocks and watching out for trip hazards.
After about 3 miles of running through the trees I reached highway 30 and turned onto the shoulder with all of the cars flying by. Gusts of head wind made it feel as though I wasn’t going downhill anymore. They eventually went away as I curved to the right and with their decrease my excitement rose knowing that the exchange was getting closer and closer! I worked on keeping an even effort until, in the distance, I saw the exchange. I willed my legs to move faster and kicked it up a notch! I made it to the exchange covering my 4.66 miles with a 6’58” pace and passed of the slap bracelet to Kathleen our runner #4! This was way fast for my current running ability, beyond my goal pace for sure, and definitely given to me by the downhill nature of the leg. Because of our later start time, I encountered few runners and only had 6 ‘roadkills’ (people you pass, it is tradition to keep track).
My first leg was done. I felt like a thirsty champion. I drank water, refueled with my turkey sandwich, and continued cheering for every person who had anything to do with Hood to Coast with my mouth full. “Keep it up!” “You are killing it!” “Thank you for volunteering!”
Van 1 handed off to Van 2 in Sandy at the highschool. It is what we call a MAJOR exchange because both vans are there for each of the teams, which creates a lot of people and a lot of traffic, and a lot of possible confusion. We somehow, found our team easily and we were there to cheer our Captain and runner 6 Wale in, and celebrate all of our first legs being done.
We then had about a 5 hour break while Van 2 went to carry on the relay and went to Katey’s apartment downtown to rest, recover and refuel. I personally don’t believe in showering because I think it lowers your level of badassery in HTC. It also makes me feel like it is over and that I can relax, which is not the feeling that I want at all. So I did my sponge bath, changed into my outfit for leg 2, went through my stretches, and welcomed a hot meal of chicken and rice delivered to me by the universe’s best husband. There were some bandaids used, lots of Tiger Balm applied, roller sticks and balls being rolled on, and so much use of the beloved Hyperice gun.
We made it to the next major exchange under the Hawthorne bridge around 10pm to await runner 12 and the start of our second round of legs. The energy was electric! There were runners everywhere, music playing from many different devices, shouting, cheering and glowing lights.
Katey took the slap bracelet from Deanna and was off! Our legs had started again!
I looked forward to my second leg, both with excitement and nerves. Through all of my HTC experiences, my night runs have been some of my most favorite! The coolness, the dark, the stars, hearing more than you see. It is an experience that so many people do not get to have! My hesitant feelings were coming from my lack of confidence in my ability to cover 7.25 miles on rolling hills. I had been working on easing up on my mileage safely as not to injure my hip again. But I was determined to hit my A,B & C goals. To run positive, and strong, to soak up everything around me, and to hit my decent goal pace!
I applied my Body Glide, adjusted my reflective vest, tested the light on my headlamp, high fived Katey and lined up in the exchange with my stomach rolling and peered into the dark for Phil’s approach.
If there was anything to squash my nerves for this run, it was Phil’s arrival. He barreled into the exchange with literal shouts of triumph that sent me soaring with energy and power! I took off into the night and told myself to just cruise. And cruise I did. Over inclines and down the backsides, spotting flashers of runners ahead and tracking them down. Pushing through a soreness and tiredness creeping into my quads. I avoided looking at my paces on my watch after the first couple of miles because I just wanted to feel. Feel the ache. Feel the strength. Feel the sweat drip. Feel the elation at each road kill. Feel the camaraderie when I cheered on each person I passed. “Way to go!” “Nice Work!” “Good Job!” Anytime I felt tired, I looked at the stars and reminded myself of the adventure I was on. The team that I was running to. And all that I was a part of and what we were accomplishing together.
The glowing lights of the exchange came into view and again I willed my legs to give me a little more. To run just a bit faster. To pass the last guy on my way in. I finished my 7.25 miles with a surprising to myself 7’50” pace and 24 roadkills. Our speedy team was now catching up with the other teams who had started before us! I was 2/3 of the way done – soon our entire van would be – we were doing it – we were heading to the beach!
Each runner in our van exceeded their expectations for themselves. It doesn’t take long to realize that with support, encouragement and a brave soul – you can really accomplish anything you want to. I loved welcoming in each runner at each exchange and cheering hard as each new runner set off. Knowing how I feel about making my team proud, I wanted them to know that I was proud of their efforts, too!
Van 1 passed off to Van 2 after 3 in the morning. It was time to try to figure out how to get to a exchange 24 in the dark and without cell service. With half of the team asleep already and other’s eyes starting to droop, I was determined to stay awake with Carlo, who had taken the wheel, to get our team to our resting spot. With very little idea and guidance Carlo and I took hunches on forks in the road and intersections, and somehow, possibly with our great Karma, got ourselves behind one other van that ended up to also be going to the designated sleeping exchange, ‘Tent City.’ Immediately after parking at 4 am Carlo leaned back and fell into a recovery slumber, I was ready as well. But Wale still needed to change out of his running clothes and Phil and I had to pee.
The search to find the honey buckets was an adventure not one of us expected. In the chill of the very early morning air we walked through rows and rows of vans all decorated with names, roadkills, and funny running puns. It took an hour to find the bathrooms and our way back in the dark. Finally at 5 am we were all piled into the van and I was ready for my first bit of shut eye. I tossed, and flipped, scrunched up and attempted to stretch out accomplishing about 45 minutes to maybe an hour of rest before the sun was too bright to really allow me to sleep.
Regardless of sleep, I was ready for another day filled with laughing and running with my new found family. The morning dawned stunningly! A bright blue sky, the sun beginning to warm the air – we had ample time to soak up all the beauty while we waited in line for the bathrooms. Though, we did find them much faster this time around.
With my legs feeling tired but my heart absolutely full and the support of my team, I was ready to take on Leg 3 of the race!
With the relay in full swing, and us catching up to teams that had started before us, traffic was increasing. We sent Phil off onto his final leg and headed to the exchange so that I could get ready for my third run. As we approached the exchange, our speed slowed, the vans in front of us piled up, we began to worry that we would be late to drop me to meet Phil. We were wondering how far we were from the exchange, if it was only a short way – a quarter or half of a mile, I would just go ahead of the van and walk or jog there. Then… “You guys, we’ve got a problem.” Phil showed up in our rear view mirror. He was going to beat us to the exchange and have to wait! As he got next to our van he told us that the pile up had started far from from the exchange. There was no way I could add 1.6 miles to my third leg of 6.36 rolling miles. It took over 20 minutes for us to reach the exchange, leaving Phil waiting for us for 8-10 minutes.
I jumped out of the van in the middle of the road to the dismay of the exchange volunteers, apologized to Phil, and set out to just roll through and enjoy my third leg. No expectations, just soaking in all of the pleasures the road had to offer. Like in the night, the hills rolled up and then down. But this time, the road curved left and right, in and out of trees, through farm lands, passed creeks, and under a blue, cloud spotted sky. There was so much to love about this leg, and so much to distract me from the feeling of my quads wanting to give in. I didn’t look at my watch or my pace because it was irrelevant to me. The feeling was all that I wanted. The vans all cheered for me as they passed which pushed me forward.
All of the vans might have brought with them a clogged exchange, but they also put more runners on the road. I was able to spot many runners on my path and push my legs to keep pace and track each of them down. Ticking off more and more roadkills as I went, keeping count silently in my head, while respecting their grind with a cheer of encouragement out loud!
As I got closer to the end, knowing that I had less than a mile left, I went to pass a man who, for the first time through the entire HTC, cheered me, before I could cheer him! I thanked him and pressed ahead. A few minutes later he arrive back on my side, “You have inspired me. I know I can keep this pace ’til the end.” He said to me. So for the last half a mile we ran together. Introducing ourselves through our rough breathing and speaking in quick sentences about HTC. As we got closer to the exchange we decided to put on a little heat and passed a group of runners, a girl in the group suggested a race to the finish. I mean, I’m not one to turn down a little friendly competition, I dusted the group as I pushed to the finish. I passed of the slap bracelet and high fived my new running partners congratulating them on finishing this leg, their last leg, telling them that they are champions. 6.36 miles accomplished with a pace of 7’53”, 43 roadkills, and winning a race to the finish could not have been a better way to finish my legs at Hood to Coast.
If you know me, you know that now, it was time to POP some champagne! After Captain Wale finished his final leg, our van was done! We cranked up some Drake and popped a couple of bottles. Congratulated each other and soaked in our self made glory.
We had about an hours drive to Seaside where we were able to get together and enjoy the Nike party on the beach. The weather was more than ideal for the Oregon Coast, the sun shining brightly, a light cool breeze, no needs for pants or jackets. Our bodies functioning on endorphins only, we waited for Van 2 to roll in so that we could run through the finish together.
199 miles completed. 28 hours. 14/130 in our mixed corporate open. 190th of the 1160 teams who participated. All shared between 12 runners who were now friends.
All that was left was to soak up the feeling of accomplishment. To give ourselves the time recognize that we did something hard, and we did it well! That we grew in mental and physical strength.
Running really, truly is an amazing sport. There is so much to be said for an activity that pushes you individually to be your best. It’s always you vs you to grow, get stronger and improve. Then an event like Hood to Coast brings you and other runners together. A place where you can push yourself with the full support of a team of people that become your family for the weekend. What you learn about yourself and your abilities as well as the memories you’ve made with your team are things that will fuel your body and soul forever!
Theres a million more things that I could tell you all about this two day adventure. From the conversations that taught us more about each other, to what we ate to fuel our bodies, the logistics of exchanges, the post race champagne picnic on the beach and all of the inside jokes. But truthfully, you just need to do it all yourself. There were also 11 other views of this same adventure – you can find details about it on all of their IG pages!
Runner #1: Katey @KateyBlaire Runner #2: Phil @Philiecheezsteak Runner #3: Me @jk__fit Runner #4: Kathleen @kathleensino Runner #5: Carlo @OnlineCarlo Runner #6: Wale @wheres_wale Runner #7: Kevin @kevinjbastien Runner #8: Scott @scottavy Runner #9: Cristhian @cristhianjesuse Runner #10: Emaly @emaly_m Runner #11: Lauren @croissant_face Runner #12: Deanna @stand.resilient
Would you every run Hood to Coast? Drop a comment and tell me what you think about this crazy, endurance adventure!
Hi! Thanks for coming around to the blog portion of my website! Since I am new here, and so are you, I figured that we should introduce ourselves. So here are some things you should know about me!
ONE: My passion is educating. There is nothing better than seeing the light bulb go on over one’s head! Maybe actually, to see them put into action what they have learned! I have been an educator for almost a decade now and have taught people from ages 6 to over 60 from various backgrounds all about many different things. Educating myself is also something that is very important to me, so you will always see me learning!
TWO: I am married to the most perfect (for me) man out there. We were married in October of 2016 and grow more and stronger together everyday. Marriage isn’t always easy, but it is seriously the most rewarding. Our wedding night was truly one of the best days of my life, and all of the rest of the days on my ‘Best Day Ever List’ include Jon. I am thankful for him and his love and support beyond words. Jon and I are the parents to two of the most beautiful little girls. Viva our oldest and L.E. the baby in the baby in the family. They are both the most cuddly and fluffy girls ever. We love them with all our hearts.
THREE: I am a traveling addict, and have turned Jon into one, too. Seeing and experiencing life somewhere else is exhilarating and I firmly believe it makes me a better, more well rounded person. Bonus points if I get to explore my new surroundings on foot. When we travel, finding the best food and cocktail spot is an adventure on its own for Jon and I. If I don’t go somewhere, every 2-3 months, I get a crazy, restless itch to!
FOUR: Reading is one of my favorite activities. I will read almost anything…. except romance *gags.* I love to read to learn new things, whether it be a travel book, nutrition book, or how to build a business. I also love to read about people’s life experiences. BUT – fantasy has my heart. Give me a book with magic, dragons, and a big ol’ adventure and I’m sucked in for hours. I am known in our circle of friends as the biggest Harry Potter nerd!
FIVE: My certification for nutrition is a Holistic Nutrition certification. I chose this because through my experience in long distance running and bodybuilding, I learned a lot about conventional nutrition and health. I wanted to also be versed in why people would choose different diets and approaches to food and how those diets operate in the body. I feel that this has made my knowledge base very well rounded.
SIX: When I was young I couldn’t do any organized sports until I could afford them myself, paying for sports was not a privilege my family had. I didn’t start my journey in anything athletic until my sophomore year in high school, when I made the high school dance team. I was instantly obsessed and excelled in skill quickly and almost pursued dancing as my degree in college! Running was my next athletic endeavor, and it was something that I fell in love with during college. I again, was addicted, and ended up getting better and better and running further. I still have goals of running an ultra marathon some day!
SEVEN: When I met Jon, he disliked running (like most people) and got me into weightlifting. This is where I learned even more about my body and my muscles in a completely different way! But, in my competitive nature I built from dancing and running, I had a very hard time going to the gym and lifting without something to work toward. I felt that my choices would either be a strength/lifting competition or bodybuilding. Being that I like the performance part and sparkly suits of being on stage because it reminded me of dancing, I chose the bikini division of body building. I competed in three different shows and earned myself some top 5 placings!
EIGHT: I never stopped dancing though! Dancing is still a passion of mine and you’ll find Jon and I on a dance floor together most weekends. Its one of our goals to hit the dance floor in every country that we travel to, and so far we have been very successful!
EIGHT: I LOVE to cook. In my summers off from teaching I would watch afternoon episodes of Chopped, Giada, or anything on the Food Network. I learned a lot about flavor combinations and different skills in the kitchen. When I began tracking macros I never felt disappointed with my meals because I could figure out ways to spice them up to still be flavorful, fulfilling and healthy at the same time.
NINE: Efficiency is an obsession of mine. Most people who have OCD have it in a ‘perfectionist’ sort of way, but for me it’s not like that. I don’t care if the picture that I hung is slightly crooked, I care more about the time, strategy, materials and skills it took to put it up. Haha. This also goes for being on time, organized and planned for the week, meeting, or travel trip. If you were to take a peek into my planner you would see it is color coded and organized. Any inefficiency almost gives me physical pain.
TEN: Building my own business is very scary to me! But I am here, doing my best to be brave. Bringing to YOU all of my skills – reading to learn more; experience in endurance sports and weightlifting; meal prepping, planning and recipe creation; efficiency in getting you where you want to go the right way; and educating – I want you to walk away LEARNING from me. Not just listening to me. My goal is for you to be able to go into your life day to day and use the skills we have practiced to create the health and fitness lifestyle that works best for you!
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The mission of Whole Human Community is to provide a safe space to energetically engage with and educate our community on the WHOLE HUMAN. Magnifying our best self through nutrition, mental fitness, and movement.
So what exactly does that mean? Well, let’s start with where the idea came from.
Often times when we reach for fitness or nutrition to help us reach our goals – it comes from a place of wanting our bodies to be smaller, tighter, more muscular, or in short – how we look. I’ve been there, and sometimes I still am. But, over the years I have learned that fitness and health is so much more than that.
When we reach for help we find trainers who can give us workouts to follow. We can get coaches who will give us meals plans or macros to follow. But time after time we leave those situations only partially successful, only partially satisfied. Because we leave without the skills to do these things on our own. To make these decisions on our own. Our health and wellness is more than a set of workouts, it’s more than a certain amount of carbohydrates for the day. Your health and wellness if for more than one day and one meal, it’s for your life.
Your health and wellness is regular and varied MOVEMENT. It’s NOURISHING your body day in and day out with thoughtful foods. It’s BELIEVING in who you are and being grateful for what you have, can do and what you bring. All of these things have to live in harmony together. When they do, you will reach your goals, no matter what they are. Not only will you reach those goals, but most importantly, you will KEEP the results.
This space, in person and online, is created to come together, to learn, to share and to inspire each other as a community. Here you will find opportunities to learn about our three pillars and how we can create harmony between them to succeed in our reaching the goals of our fitness lifestyle.