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Personal Bests. Personal Records. Wins. First Place. Runner Up. Age Group Winner. Overall Female or Male Finisher.

Wow! These all sound wonderful and thrilling to accomplish. I, for one, have reveled in the wake of a top finish. However, as I progress in my running “career” I’ve found new meaning in logging miles and collecting race bibs. When I was in high school, most of the girls in my school did not run and did not think it was fun. In college, I surrounded myself with a few more like-minded peers, but still the majority of people that I knew did not run. Every year that I kept on racing and putting more miles in my legs, I met more runners like me. Some were super competitive and others just ran for fun. From the very beginning of my running days, I’ve considered myself to be a slightly above average runner, so competitive racing naturally became a part of me. I had finally gotten my full of hard track racing while running on the incredible GBTC team. To this day, it is one of the best experiences I have ever had when it comes to running. As the years passed I got faster, but not fast enough to be considered an elite athlete and so I slowly found myself developing a different mindset towards running.

In my late 20’s-early 30’s I started hopping into fun races like the Hot Chocolate Run, 80’s run, Nike Women’s 1/2 Marathon, Hood To Coast Relay, Halloween 5k, Holiday Dash, plus more, and I realized that it’s fun to compete but even more fun to just have fun! I also started noticing the number of runners that weren’t really there to compete, far out numbered the competitive ones. When I started taking stock of who was running and the stories behind their running, an emotional connection to the races and fellow runners budded inside. A shift from wanting to be in the front at every race to running for health, strength, and enjoyment took over. Leaving my competitive running team in SF (short-lived team member for Impala Racing Team), running on my own for a few years, and finally joining up with Oiselle Volée was the last bit I needed to fill my nutty running legs up with joy.

When I go on my FB feed I see friends from way back, who were never runners before, posting their running photos from various races and runs. I’d say that more than half of my FB friends are a part of a world that once didn’t exist in their lives. Being a part of Oiselle also gives me the opportunity to learn and meet people of all abilities who enjoy running as much as I do. To me, this is so beautiful to watch the power of running unfold. Some run for health, for fun, for a family member, for sanity… the list goes on.  20 years ago I felt like I was a part of a very small group – runners – and people thought I was a nut because I loved it so much. Now, I have runner friends to be inspired and encouraged by wherever I turn. So, to all of my runner friends who are worried or feel bummed by places, times, and wins remember that your efforts mean so much more than any of those things. You are contributing to a lifestyle or world that is deeply woven in some of us and it thrills us to have… company! Go out and have fun on your runs! Work hard, give it all you’ve got and remember that you always have a runner friend cheering for you!


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Springtime Brings…

Everything is a bloom from your soul to the flowers. What better time to put some races down in the calendar and some plant-based recipes to your shopping list.

Two days ago, I watched Lauren Wallace come out of, what seems, nowhere and demolish the field in the 1000m National Indoor Track & Field Championships at Reggie Lewis in Rixbury, MA. She obviously was a contender, but she led, fell behind, and then came from behind with fierce passion. What a beautiful race! If you want to be inspired check her out here: Lauren Wallace 1000m

At the same track meet one of my favorite competitors, Shannon Rowbury, stepped onto the track with “Shocking Pink” lipstick. In honor of her “super tough but always positive” grandmother who dressed up for important events, Rowbury embodied a women of confidence, beauty, and a mission. The mile was hers in 4:34.30 and said to Runners World afterwards, “Races are pretty special occasions – I only race maybe 20 times a year – so I might as well get dressed up for them. When you decide to put a hot pink lipstick on, you better bring your A game.”

On the strength side of things I watched Jerem Bodyworkout on TRX Training perform a super crazy strength exercise that made my muscles hot. The very next day I had to give myself a killer bodyweight workout.

If those three don’t inspire you just a little to get some goals in the books, let me know.

Food! What we out into our bodies is what we are and how we sustain ourselves. I’ve coem across two apps that have helped me make recipes that are appealing and not super duper hard, because I am not the best cook or recipe-follower. FOK (Forks Over Knives) has some of my favorite recipes and Yummky has also been helpful to me. Both are apps and are very user-friendly. My favorite podcast host, Rich Roll, is coming out with a cookbook in April, which I know will revolutionize my kitchen and meal preparation, so be in the lookout for that.

With all of these awesome things to propel us into spring, how could we not feel good and smell the roses! Enjoy your spring and be your best!



Walk the walk, right?

Keely is signed up for the Foot Traffic Flat Marathon in July and the Portland Trail Series this spring. She also recently took over the coaching position at The Portland Waldorf School to inspire everything running in a group of some awesome kids. Plant-based nutriton is still her way and she too will be purchasing Rich Roll’s book next month! Your turn!

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My Beantown Recap

“Wow! Look at those runners! How are they so fast? Those crowds are unbelievable. That finish line… I want to be there one day.” Those are just some of the things that have flooded my mind since I began watching the marathon, long before I even started racing.

I feel like the word ‘epic’ is overused, so I don’t use it. To my surprise, ‘epic’ is the word I keep turning to when I think about my experience in the Boston Marathon. I’ve been a part of small races and huge races and everything in between, but I can’t compare my Boston experience to any of those. Maybe if I’d been to a World Series where the Red Sox won, I could possibly compare the excitement surrounding that event to this day, but I’ve never been.

Boston is strong. Boston came out strong. You expect wild cheers for the elites, but the runners running 7+ min pace? No way. Well, they were there and they were wild for us too. People big and small, happy and loud cheering for every runner, every step of the way from Hopkinton to Boylston St.

The need to participate in the spirit of Boston Strong was too overwhelming. I couldn’t ignore the fever that was emanating from the crowd. I tried hard to focus on my splits, but I couldn’t keep myself from cheering along the way, giving every little kid I saw a high-five, and thanking the hydration volunteers as I cautiously grabbed and sipped from cups that were way too full of gatorade and water.

The entire race was filled with beauty beyond my wildest visions. A small part of me wanted my legs to take me to the finish line fast and strong, but the majority of me seemed to, unmindful of me, take a step back. It was as if I was watching a play. It was messy, yet perfectly fine. It was chaos, yet organized. I was performing, yet it felt like I was in the audience.

I watched the minutes on my watch tick by. There were just three miles left in the race when I high-fived my family, but I didn’t feel any sense of urgency to push my strides. With a half mile to go I saw a young woman getting helped by fellow runners. I wanted to help her. The thought of her being so close and not finishing bothered me. I checked in with my legs and thought that if I stopped, I may not start back up. I thought about the runners who got stopped last year, and what an awful shock that must have been. When I rounded Boylston St., I hoped it was safe for me to run down and so I repeated the words “Fearless” & “Be Strong” in my mind as I ran straight down the middle of the road as my husband suggested I do… just in case. Boylston is a long stretch. You can see that finish line, but it is far. When your legs have all but given out, you struggle to keep yourself upright and moving forward. Thoughts of last year crept in, but the crowds lifted me and carried me across the line. I was safe. I finished. The sun was shining. The crowds were cheering.

Upon finishing, I wanted to soak in all the feeling and emotions encompassing the day. However, the loud speaker instructed us to keep moving forward and head towards the gear check area. After about thirty minutes of walking, I finally reached a spot where I could reflect and rest. I saw my watch, I wasn’t thrilled with what it read, but oddly enough I was happy and feeling a good kind of sore nonetheless.

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Thank you to all of my friends and family for getting me to the finish line!

I love you all!

Special Thanks: Joe, Ben & Miles, Carly, Mom & Dad, Myra & Dick, Sissy (Julia), Tarrah, Megan, Uncle Monkey (Jordan), Jen, Anna, Emma, Eliza, Jake, Sam, Patti, Deb, Sean & Jess, Danny, Addie & Whisker, AND all of the spectators on Marathon Monday!!!

Yay to Meb for winning!!!! Such an inspiring day!

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