Postponed. (Alt. title: Why is it so damn hot??!)

Mother Nature is kind of a jerk. Here in California, we’ve reached the tail end of a disgusting heat wave. We’ve been in triple digits for the last 5 days or so and it’s been downright miserable.

As you know, I was scheduled to run a Spartan Race this past weekend and I was pretty nervous about it. The closer we got to the race, the less I worried about being physically able to complete it and the more I worried about the heat. I was planning on being as prepared as possible with a water pack and pedialyte to hydrate with. I had been hydrating for the two days leading up to the race and while I was nervous, I thought that if I paced myself, I’d make it. As I’m walking out of the store the night before, I get a text from my cousin who was running the race with me:


That day (Saturday), they held a Spartan Beast which is a 12 mile course, a longer version of ours. Hundreds of people fell out due to the heat and at a certain point, they closed the course and diverted it, cutting it in half for those still running. Because it was supposed to be hotter the next day, the race coordinators made the decision to not continue with Sunday’s race. It was absolutely in the best interest of the athletes for them to do this. The majority of people running this race are in peak physical condition. It’s not a race taken lightly, I’ve been training for it myself for months. To think I would have made it through a 5 mile course in the heat with no shade was crazy thinking.


I’m disappointed but I am thankful that instead of cancelling the race, they are just postponing it to January. Not only does that give me more time to train but it’s also going to be considerably cooler. It also puts me that much closer to completing a Trifecta in a calender year. (Spartan talk guys. Sorry.)

All I need now is for this damn heat wave to break. Because, this:




I always dread this date on the calendar for so many reasons. Mainly being that I can still feel the sorrow and the ache that I felt that day, looking down at my 6 month old baby and knowing this was the world I had just brought him into.

I can’t help but reflect on the way our nation came together 13 years ago. It wasn’t perfect, but it was as close to patriotism as we’ve been in many years.

Fast forward 13 years and our country is in turmoil except this time, we’re our own worst enemy. There are people in this country that don’t blink an eye when we go to war in another country but refuse to acknowledge the multiple wars going on right under their noses.

The war on women.

The war on refugees.

The war going on in the streets of Missouri right now; the war between the races.

Ultimately, its all a battle of what is right and what is wrong based on your definition of those two things.

I don’t think even sitting back and remembering how we felt as one the day we watched our country under attack will help people stop for one second and think about the pain we’re inflicting on each other today.

I’m saddened by the thought that we’ve really learned nothing.


The Countdown Begins

Let me take you back, if you’ll allow me, way back, back into time. Or all the way back to my last post where I had just finished my very first mud run. Just scroll a bit past this post and you’ll see it there. See how I had said I had already signed up for a few more runs? Well… the countdown is on.


Four more days and I feel like puking. Because in 5 days, I’m running my first Spartan race.

Everytime I think about it, my stomach does a little flip flop and I think there’s a slim chance I might throw up a little. Because Spartan scares the crap out of me and I don’t think I’m ready for it.

This is, of course, me psyching myself out because physically, I am probably ready. I’ve been working out consistently and doing crossfit once a week and let me tell you, crossfit is awful guys. Anyone who says its awesome is lying or brain damaged from dropping a weight on their head or something because it’s pretty much terrible. One plus is that it doesn’t take long so you only feel like you want to throw up or die for a short period of time. But then you can’t walk for two days and you have to start questioning your life choices.

Come to think of it, this is just fitness in general that makes me feel this way. But my heart is getting stronger and I feel better and yadda yadda why can’t I just sit on the couch and eat cheesy bean dip all day?

Oh right. I workout so I can eat all the cheesy bean dip I want.

So there it is. Spartan in 4 days. And then a 5k the weekend after and then a trip to NY and NO RACES… until October anyways.

Side Note: I usually open up my post after a long absence with HEY I’M BACK or some other form of acknowledgement but I decided this time around that I would just blatantly ignore yet another huge gaping hole in my archives with the hopes that everyone else will too. Did it work? Did it work until I wrote this? Either way, don’t look behind this curtain. I’m still a huge smoking talking head. Or whatever.