It's been alittle over two weeks since marathon Monday and to be honest, I've felt a bit lost since then. Pre-race day my life was so structured and organized, just how I like it. My days were dictated by mileage and my nights were devoted to well earned rest. As I have shared with you, I was on a serious training schedule leading me to a specific goal. Once that goal was met, I've been sort of blah.. kind of uninspired. After all that hype, that insane high, all I am left wi
Ah, Mile High Run Club, a racer’s nirvana. Mile High Run Club is known as the first fitness studio dedicated to solely running, so it’s pretty obvious what draws me personally to this club-lit, beat blasting studio. But that’s just stating the obvious. I am well aware that a treadmill based running class doesn’t sound like the most appealing pitch. I do get it. Like most people, I am certainly not one to complete any more then a couple of miles on the dreadmill. I like to use
"I will not get sick, I will not get sick, I repeat, I will not get sick!" Andddd I'm sick..
Not that I am the least bit surprised.. this New York weather can't seem to make up it's mind this winter. One day I am shivering through a random snow storm and the next I'm sweating in the sunshine. Bouncing back and forth from treadmill to trail run workouts, my body has been all out of wack this season.
So this week I was faced with 2 new challenges.. 1) to face my first "long
I'm sure you've heard it before, to be the best, you must train with the best. As a fitness professional I thrive off of diversity in my workouts. Competitive in nature, I find it motivating to take other trainer's classes and learn from their methods. With that being said I am a total exercise class junkie. I am completely addicted to diversifying and discovering new ways to move my body. My family and friends are always amazed by really how much I actually do switch up my r