Working My Ass Off

Working is getting in the way of my fitness life and it sucks. I am used to a pretty flexible, laid back kind of schedule – Saturdays off, work done by 2 pm, 3 days off a week, etc. Lots of time to be a mom AND workout. I had a great schedule and I…

Bands on the Run

I was terrified standing at the start line. Butterflies in my stomach, shaking legs, numb feet. I was a wreck.  The race started and all my fears and issues disappeared as I started to move.  I pressed play on my iPod and slipped into my groove as I started the course. Today I ran my…

Exercising the Demons

Solitude. Tranquility. Zen. Time in the pool is all of these things and more. I have spent countless hours in my life stroking up and down the pool, nothing to distract me from my thoughts other than the silento counting of laps in my head. I have planned a move across the country, changed careers,…

I is for Inspiration

In our busy lives, sometimes we need a little kick in the booty, a little inspiration, to make real, meaningful changes in our lives. And sometimes, we find it in the most random places. Every morning a man named Rand comes into my shop and buys a cup of coffee from me. Now I am…

Cycling Cafe by the Sea

Cape Porpoise Kitchen is a gem not to be missed when you are pedaling down the scenic stretch of road from Biddeford Pool to Kennenbunkport. Coffee By Design, a Portland based coffee roaster, is brewed to perfection. Diana, their baker, bakes up everything from local favorites like whoopie pies and blueberry buckles to “buffalo chip”…

Scenes From My Mountain Bike

Mountain biking is my passion. Just me, my bike and the great outdoors. There is a fantastic trail system where I live, called the Mousam Way Trail, and I utilize it almost daily for biking, roller blading (one section is paved), trail running, and x country skiing.  I love to hop off my bike and…

My Gift of Running

I was always going to get back into running, I just didn’t know it. Then it happened. My kid’s school had a 5k as a fundraiser and my 8 year old daughter Olivia was all over it, leading a playground training group at recess and all. I had no choice but to run. My expectations…