I’m five weeks into 100-mile training and life is throwing uppercuts. The fatigue is real, not just in my legs but in my mind, my heart, my home. Between parenting, business building, and a week that cracked me open in ways I didn’t expect, I slipped into that all too familiar victim mindset.

But then I remembered: this isn’t just one more thing I’m doing. Running is the thing that brought me back to life. It’s not stealing my energy, it’s creating space for me to live again.

"Session 1: Uphill run. Session 2: Weighted vest hike. Session 3: Roller skating with my daughter — and honestly, she’s the one who crushed it. Training teaches me to show up tired. Motherhood reminds me why I bother."

It’s not always clean or pretty, but it’s real. This is what harmonizing training, business, and motherhood actually looks like. Spoiler alert: sometimes it’s sweaty… sometimes it’s sparkly.

I was up before the sun — not because I slept well, but because I showed up anyway.

My Garmin told me I got a sleep score of 50. My brain told me to stay in bed.
But my goals? They told me to move.

This morning reminded me: You don’t need perfect conditions to make progress.

Sometimes, you just need to take the next step — tired, messy, human — and trust that momentum will meet you there.

"Every run felt uphill—even the downhills. My legs were heavy, my breath tight, and my mind quietly unraveling. I thought I was just tired. But then my period was late, and everything clicked... I’d run myself into RED-S—Relative Energy Deficiency in Sport. I wasn’t fueling enough for the miles I was logging, and my body was waving a white flag."

"What happened next changed everything—from my energy and performance to something I never expected:"