Las Vegas Half Marathon

Thursday Confessions

I feel the urge to share more about my life after yesterday’s post. A blog is a funny thing…I’m in complete control of whatever I post and share with my readers. 95% of the time I stick to the topic: weight loss. But honestly there’s a lot more about me than just being “The Chick That Lost 110 Pounds.”

Here goes…

Confession: When I was about 24 years old I started the process to adopt a baby.


I was single, living on my own, had a good job and I’ve always wanted to have kids. I feel very strongly about adoption and I’ve always had the desire to adopt a baby or kid in need of love and stability. I had some money saved up and the company I worked for matched adoption costs up to about $7k I think?

I was going through the process to adopt, looking for babies, planning, reading every book I could find. I even made an appointment with an adoption agency to get started.

I was determined. It didn’t bother me that I would be doing it on my own. I had a good job, thought I could afford it, I had so much love to give…I sat down before my appointment and wrote down every cost I could imagine for adoption and monthly/daily child rearing.

I realized the responsible thing to do was wait until I had more money saved up. I was pretty sad that I didn’t do it but I think it was the right decision to make. Shortly after that I ended up adopting Fat Kitty (and a few months later, Maya).



Confession: I almost bought my own house.

When I was 25 I decided that I wanted to get out of apartment living and buy a house on my own. I had some savings, the housing market in Portland was AMAZING for buyers and I was determined to do it on my own. I house hunted and looked at about 30 different houses, making an offer on three different ones that fell through.

The last house that I made an offer on was the one I really wanted. I got my heart set on it. It was in NE Portland not too far from the college and public transportation. It was a nice neighborhood and near a park. The kitchen was brand new. There were some cosmetic fixes that needed to be done but it was basically move-in ready. The house was 2 bedrooms, 1 bath and an unfinished basement. Probably around 1,100 square feet. It was so cute (yellow with white trim) and listed at $90k. Can you imagine?

I made an offer. I went to Vegas for the first time for my birthday and got a message from my Realtor while I was out of town that I didn’t get it. A developer offered the SAME amount of money I offered ($95k) but in cash. So lame. It burned and soured me from wanting to keep looking. I decided to take a break from house hunting for a few months and never looked again. The market quickly changed and honestly it was a blessing in disguise. I don’t think I would have been able to pay for the house on my own now that I see what kind of house costs Michael has. It truly was a good thing I didn’t get it.

Another confession: I can get totally sucked into HOURS of “House Hunters.”


Confession: I probably won’t run a long race.


My goal after running Hood to Coast had been the Las Vegas Half Marathon. I had my sights on running The Strip. What an amazing experience that would be! I think my injury has shown me that I’m probably not a long distance runner. If I ever run races again I think I might be sticking with 5k or 8k distances. I’m disappointed but it might just be the way it is.


Confession: I wish I could REALLY cook.

I read a lot of foodie blogs. It started out just for fun, then it was because I wanted to try and teach myself how to cook meals. I read a few websites that are impressive. The recipes they do are advanced and complicated–too hard for me to attempt to be honest. I really wish I could though. One of my favorites to drool over is Salty Seattle. Her food looks like art!

My brother is the one with the cooking gene in our family. I’ve been picking his brain lately on different things to try.


Confession: If money was no issue, I’d go on a long vacation to either Tuscany or Napa Valley.

How romantic and relaxing would it be to wake up whenever I felt like it, with the sun shining into the window of a villa? Wine, cheese, good food, hiking…It sounds like heaven to me!


Confession: I think I’m ready for a puppy!




QUESTION: Want to confess something?


What If….I Hadn’t Gotten Injured

Over the weekend I started to fantasize about how my life would be different if I hadn’t gotten injured back in September.

If I hadn’t gotten injured a week after I ran Hood to Coast, I would have immediately begun my Half Marathon training. And it would have been aggressive training, too. I would have taken that 7 days off from running Hood to Coast and then immediately start training–no break.

I would have had to live, eat, breath, dream and think about the Half. I had my sights set on the Vegas Half. Both Michael and I had been longing to return to Vegas and I wanted nothing more than to run down the strip.

Vegas Marathon

Of course, getting to Vegas for the Half would present other challenges. For example, I’d want to drink:

And stay up late gambling:

Then I’d have to stumble to the Starting line to run 13.1 miles. πŸ˜‰ Sounds likeΒ  a great plan, right? I’d also be in debt from plane tickets, Vegas hotels, and of course an expensive dinner at Craftsteak!

So returning back to Portland with my Medal for running the Half, a credit card bill and happy memories…I would have then started training for the Eugene Half Marathon.

Eugene Marathon

After the Eugene Half Marathon I’d be then trying to cram into 2 months a year’s worth of training on the bike because my priority of 2011 would be running–not cycling. Then I would do the Portland Century bike ride.

If I hadn’t gotten injured, I would not have started weight lifting. My body would be just as soft and squishy as it was after Hood to Coast. I definitely would not have any definition in my arms and shoulders like this:

I’d also weigh about 8-10 pounds heavier than I do now.Β  I lost a nice amount of weight when I stopped running and switched to weight lifting.

I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. Sometimes we have a plan in mind of how we want things to work out. Then something happens to shake it all up and remind us that we really CAN’T plan everything out.

Honestly I was getting a little overly focused on training and racing. Everything was about training for a race. That high is pretty addicting. Instead of working out for fun, or doing things I liked like swimming, hiking, etc all of my workouts were running. I’m pretty sure I was going to end up injured following that path.

Despite being frustrated with my body, getting injured actually ended up being a blessing in disguise. I found a love of weight lifting I never thought possible. I’ve also found some peace in my life in regards to working out. I realized I need to workout because I LIKE it. Not because I’m training for something.

In everything I’ve taken on in my life I’ve learned a positive lesson out of it. This time? I realized that I am much stronger than I thought. In the past I would have been depressed and sad about not running. Sure I have my moments but most of the time I feel like I gained something positive in my life instead of focusing on the negatives.

QUESTION: What is a scenario you’ve recently experienced that turned out to be a positive in disguise?