One year ago

Yesterday, I broke personal records riding my bike. (Scroll past the stats, if you’re not interested, to get to the good stuff at the end of the post.)

Farthest Distance

15.17 mi

Longest Duration


Most Calories Burned

483 cal

Largest Elevation Climb

702 ft

Farthest Distance in a Week

27.96 mi

Longest Duration in a Week


Most Calories Burned in a Week

889 cal

Largest Elevation Climb in a Week

1220 ft

Farthest Distance in a Month

44.94 mi

Most Calories Burned in a Month

1444 cal

Largest Elevation Climb in a Month

1936 ft


One year ago, I could barely finish five minutes of yoga without feeling like I had the flu. I wanted to die.

Ask me about my super duper healthy eating plan and I’ll tell you it’s a a large part of why I’ve come so far. 


Four (or six) letters is not enough




These three words are too small to envelop their own meaning. 

I want a bigger word. 

Pain can absolutely take over your life. Ruin it, exhaust it, soak it completely in shit. Guilt, shame, intolerance, misunderstanding, inability. It creeps into your mind and soul. 

Love can change your whole life. Change the momentum. It can feel great, it can hurt like hell and it will cause you to do the stupidest and most wonderful things. 

Chronic. Nobody knows what that means unless you recreate it and evolve it into a word like “forever”.  Put it next to “acute” and it’s lost. 




Forever exuberant. 

Forever suffering.