at age 20 I decided I wanted to run a marathon.

This is about joining me on a journey. I am trying to find my way back into a more fit happy and healthy person

1989 - 1992 "ish" my high school years - A long time ago I was really active and fit - I played basketball, ran in track, cheered and danced. in 9th grade I was told by my track coach that I had amazing potential. (This was the day I quit cross country track since my grades were bad). I was a Freshman.
I quit running in track. But I continued with church sports and cheering and dancing all the time. I would occasionally run with my friends or my dog (when we had one that could run - by the way - Basset Hounds are lousy running dogs - I'm just sayin...) When we lived in Wyoming I would run up and down the hills surrounding our ranch or run barefoot down the 2 mile dirt road and back home again. It always felt good. I was "born to run".

(1994) age 20 - I decided I wanted to run a marathon.
I started training and about about 4 months from the race date I found out I was 5 months pregnant so I quit training for a marathon.


I used to dance and exercise all day long in college and work.

1992-1996 (pre-marriage) - My days used to be:
4am - get up and work loading trucks
8am - go to school and dance and lift weights and study nutrition and do Yoga and workout in another exercise class, study anatomy or other fitness related class
5pm - I would go to my second job at the gym and do sales or my other part time job at GNC (General Nutrition Center).


1998-2001 I was married - living in California for quite some time - Then I had more kids - life happened, running just wasn't a part of my world.
I had no real reason to run. no dogs, and strollers bugged me.
But always at the back of my head was the memory of the goal I had once set that seemed so far away.

The only thing I did at this point was teach a weekly fitness class for people who had difficulty with exercise and I played church ball once a week - certainly not the same level of fitness I was used to.

2002-2005 I was now living in Utah - I would go running with my friend Robin at 5:30am and we talked about one day doing a marathon together. But when the running got longer and more intense she and I joked that we really only wanted to LOOK like we could run a marathon. But really my heart was aching.
I was a different person now - A busy busy mom with lots of kids and no time for me. So I decided to let it go.


THEN - I moved to a home that was directly in front of the St. George Marathon finish line. Literally. The finish line pointed to the driveway of my town home.

The first Saturday of October I would go out and watch runners cross that line all day long. Or at least until the last guy across finally finished - crying - puking - collapsing... I loved it!

Everyone that crossed that finish line had a story. Some held hands with sisters or friends, some limped across, others collapsed in tears. And some were BIG people that had amazing journeys that saved their lives. There were those who came from other countries and marked off their 100th marathon. There was the 75 year old man, the guy in the wheel chair... all of them were amazing to me. I wanted to be one of the amazing ones that set out to do something and finished.

But I didn't do it.
Instead, I quit taking care of my health - slipped into depression and decided that because I was busy I no longer had the time for me.


In 2008 - we had been living in Laverkin now for a couple of years and had had another baby - 6 MONTHS after the baby was born I went on a walk with my family around my block and I had to sit on the curb and catch my breathe just a half mile from my home.

I went on a hike with my dogs and couldn't make it back to my car without assistance.

My health was bad, my nutrition was bad I no longer exercised at all!
my weight actually skyrocketed for the first time ever. I had never ever been overweight in my entire life (in fact I had had the OPPOSITE problem of near anorexia at one point - another story for another day - it was bad) and now I was 40-50 pounds overweight!
Plus I would find myself crying in my closet - sometimes for no reason.


I was a stranger to me. I was depressed, angry, and hated that I couldn't enjoy playing with my kids anymore.

That is the beginning of my REAL fitness journey.

I couldn't do much any more. I couldn't last through any of my workout videos (I have an extensive library of videos I used to study). I would do a couple of minutes at a time and then take a break. Or I would turn on some music and dance with my kids in my living room. I began walking my dogs every morning at Sunrise on Laverkin Overlook - these little things were the start of my life being saved!

Walks turned into run/jog/walk. 2 minutes of videos turned into 30 minutes eventually. Dance time with the kids turned into me trying to learn breakdancing (ever try that crap - it hurts!) I loved getting sweaty with my kids with the music on.

I went from about 180 (ish) I didn't weigh myself at my peak - this is a guess - to about 150 ish...
Or a size 14-15 to a size 10-12.

I really felt like I needed to return to full health - not just for me but for my family. I felt this urgency to work and to bring in income. I felt VERY Strongly that I needed to go work back in the fitness industry after being out of it for so long.
SO - I got a job at a fitness facility and learned everything I could - worked sales, was in charge of marketing and eventually was a staff trainer.
About this time I began thinking about starting my own thing and looked into Bootcamps.


2009 - I left the fitness facility I was working for and hired 2 bootcamp trainers to whip me into shape while we built a business.

BUT more importantly - I ran the first 5K race I had ran since before kids.
then another - then I invited friends to run with me and my clients started running 5K that were once like I was - out of breath after 1/4 mile. we were running together.

September 2010 - I did the Red Rock Relay - a 186 mile race divided between 12 team members that trade off every 3-7 miles depending on the leg of their race. It was tough - But I LOVED it. I felt like I had come so far from where I was just a year or 2 before!

December 2010 - I decided to jump into a silly race called the Hostess Half marathon. 13 miles of eating hostess crap at every aid station. I was excited about something goofy to go do.
I went from running 3 miles to 7 miles to running the 1/2 marathon in 3 weeks.
my knees did not like me about mile 7 or 8ish during the race - So I did about a mile of walking and was so angry at my damn knees. but I did sprint in to the finish! you gotta at least be able to finish strong! right?

So now...
March 29, 2011
here is where I am in my journey...
I have a 1/2 marathon under my belt - my knees are hating me a little still from doing that and teaching Zumba instead of really recovering and then falling down while trying to skateboard.... yeah - I am SO cool!
my size is 8 my weight is around 140 with muscle on me from strength training. I am working on pull-ups and push-ups and other fun strength training in addition to doing Zumba, Pilates, bootcamp and running my own fitness studio.

I still want to train for a marathon.
I want to do it by my 40th birthday at least. My 40th birthday is on October 2nd 2013. That weekend will be the st. George Marathon and I want that to be my party!
I may do a marathon sooner - If I train smart and treat my knees right. I do NOT want to be one of those runner with messed up joints from pushing too hard to fast. I want to be able to dance and play into age 90.

So... I will still do a marathon - I may even do more than one.
Right now I am going to train for 5 and 10K's.
Tomorrow I will run with my 9 year old daughter and get her started on her journey with me.
I can't wait to get training again. My life is back and I am happier than I have been in ages - now that I am taking care of ME, I feel like a better mom too!