Yoga Under The Stars


Yoga, stars, wonderful runner friends.. What an amazing night!

Last night was my first experience with yoga and I loved it. This is the most relaxed and mindful state I have been in since… I can’t even remember.

I’m thankful for my friend, Laura, for bringing me as a guest. And if you haven’t been to Lifetime Fitness Gyms… They are OFF THE HOOK! Awesome facility, wonderful staff. Amazing service. Hope one day I can join this gym. One day.

Happy and calm.



Race Reflections: Don’t Let Others Define Your Limits

I raced the 2014 Leesburg 20K/5K this morning.  Even with the hills, heat, and humidity, I ran a great 20K.  But that’s not what I am writing about in this post.  In this post, I am reflecting on the 2013 Leesburg 20K/5K, the first race I ran after having baby #2.

Except for family members and a few close friends, no one knew about my postpartum complications after delivery.  Long story short, I had some internal bleeding that was missed by the hospital when they discharged me to go home. The bleeding caused a [very painful] hematoma and I was rushed back to the hospital for CAT Scans  and put on bed rest. 

I was scared.  Terrified.  I’m sure the raging postpartum and breastfeeding hormones didn’t help matters.  I was heavily medicated so that helped with the pain, but I still couldn’t stand up or walk… so running was completely out of the question.

Luckily, the internal bleeding had stopped on its own by day 4 and I didn’t have to be readmitted into the hospital.  I remember asking my doctors, when can I start running?  Little did I know she had wanted me to stay in bed for another week or so before she would even want me walking around.

It was a difficult time but I healed.  At 7 weeks postpartum, I started running again – actually it’s more of a run-walk.

After a week of “running,” I decided I would challenge myself (with the approval of my doctor, of course) by signing up for a 5K.  And I did.  The Leesburg 5K.  The race was 3 weeks away. Plenty of time, I thought.  I knew that even if I had to walk it, I can finish a 5K.  I was excited.

I posted it on Facebook.  I told my friends.  Much to my surprise, instead of overwhelming support, I was getting well-meaning, but negative advice from almost everyone.  “You can’t do it,” they said.  “That’s far.” “You know, you don’t HAVE to do it.” “Are you sure you can run 3 miles?”  It seemed that my limits have been defined for me.

Part of me started to think… maybe they are right.  I guess there’s no shame in not showing up to the race.  I did just have a baby a couple of months ago.

Despite the negative self-talk, I was too excited about running my first race.  I packed up the family in the car, drove out to Potomac River Running Store in Leesburg and picked up my packet, carrying my baby in my Ergo baby carrier.  The energy from the other runners was infectious. I remembered how much I loved running.  I even ran into a couple of running friends that were signed up to run the 20K.  Wow, I thought to myself, maybe one day I can do the 20K too.

The next day, I drove to the race start.  Soaking up every minute of it.  I even enjoyed waiting in line for the porta potties!  I watched the elite runners warm up.  Got into the starting line. and I was off! 

It wasn’t my best time, but I didn’t have to walk.  I finished, averaging 10:23min/mile, well under my own expectations.  It was a feeling I can’t describe in words.  I cried at the finish line.  I’m sure people looked at me weird.  Someone even checked to see if I was OK.  “I’m great!” I responded.


Two months after the 2013 Leesburg 5K, I ran another 5K in Ashburn.  I PR’d the 5K averaging at 9:26min/mile — my first 5K under 30mins.  A few more weeks after that, I PR’d a 10K, finishing just under 60mins.  The rest of the year, I ran 2 half marathons and a full marathon.  I was able to achieve my running goals and believe in myself all because of that 5K a year ago in Leesburg.

And today, I am back running the Leesburg race.  This time at packet pickup, I didn’t have to carry my little one in a baby carrier.  In fact, both of my kids ran around like maniacs.

The baby had fun at packet pick up!

The baby had fun at packet pick up!

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So did my four-year-old

I met up with my good friend Laura and other Distance Training Program (DTP) Ladies – Erica, Catherine, and Kathleen.  We started the race together, chatting.


The course was hilly.  Gradual hills, but hilly nonetheless.  Most of the race was on the W&OD trail and that made it difficult trying to weave in and out of people and dodging bikers.  But I pushed through.  I was racing for me from a year ago – the girl who helped me get to where I am today.  My goal was to average 11:00min/mile and ended up with 10:45 min/mile average with negative splits:

Mile 1: 11:52, Mile 2: 11:17, Mile 3: 11:09, Mile 4: 11:01, Mile 5: 10:44, Mile 6: 10:43, Mile 7: 10:25, Mile 8: 10:50 (the hills got me this mile), Mile 9: 10:24, Mile 10: 10:17, Mile 11: 9:56, Mile 12: 9:52

Overall, an awesome day.

When people tell you that you can’t do something (well-intentioned or not), it is usually a reflection of their own limits.  Not yours.  The Leesburg race will always serve as a reminder of that. 




Raising Little Men


I have no idea how to be a good mom.  There. I said it.  I let my kids watch television. My 14 months old just had his first popsicle. And when the boys are bad, I raise my voice at them.  I probably over use time-outs…It’s true.  When it comes to being a parent, I never know the right thing to say.

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I recently signed up to be a volunteer with a local charity organization to work with under privileged children in my community.  With all the violence and unrest in the world, I hoped that whatever good deeds I can do will feed some positive energy into the universe. (Yes. I am crazy…a hopeless optimist).

Last night was my first time volunteering and I had a great time.  I had decided to bring my four-year-old with me.  I don’t think he fully understood why we were there but it didn’t matter.  He had a wonderful time.  He played with the kids.  Made new friends.  He didn’t care that they were “under privileged” or poor or orphaned — didn’t even understand what that meant.

At the end of the night, my son turned to me with the biggest smile on his face and said “Mommy, can we come back please?”

I’m never going to be the perfect mom. I don’t even know what that means. What I do know is that if I can have more nights like the one I had with my son – bringing joy to others and having a wonderful time doing it – then I have succeeded.  My kids drive me to be a better human being so that I can lead by example for them as they grow up.

That was all I needed.

Celebrating Our First Volunteer Night

Fro Yo to Celebrate Our First Volunteer Night!