The time this girl got dirty


A few weekends ago, I did something that I thought I’d never do: a 5k mud run.  Forget about the fact that I’m not supposed to run given my two knee surgeries and threats from my doctor of “it’s not if, it’s when you have another surgery.” The running part really wasn’t that bad and my knee was okay for the most part (the few days after not so much, but total fine during the run which is what matters!). It’s the fact that I ran, crawled and slid through mud. Mud and I don’t mix. Dirt and I don’t mix. I mean, I wear flip flops or slippers around my own house because I don’t want my feet to get dirty–and it’s my own house!! So the fact that I not only did this mud run, but was actually the one who suggested to my friends that we do it was mind-blowing.

The Dirty Girl 5k was actually a lot of fun, and not really as bad as I thought it would be.  The race is obviously for women, hence the name, it’s not actually a race–no one keeping time here, and there are signs at each obstacle that say “you can skip the obstacle, we won’t tell anyone” so it’s not as intense as Tough Mudder.  But hello, what’s the point of signing up for an obstacle course mud run if you aren’t going to complete the obstacles? So naturally my friends and I completed every single one of them: climbing over walls, climbing up ropes, sliding down a slide into a landing area of mud, army crawling under ropes, 12 obstacles in all. Continue reading


Exploring my Irish roots


Two months ago at this time, I was on a plane bound for Dublin, Ireland with 12 of my family members from my dad’s side of the family.  I’ve always wanted to go to Ireland and to be able to experience it with my family was incredible.  We’ve all talked about it for so long, so the fact that someone, aka my amazing cousin Katie, was actually able to organize it, and us, was a dream come true.

My dad’s family has deep Irish roots; my dad is 100% Irish and his father was 1st generation American.  So this really was an opportunity to where our family came from, and where they still are, as we have cousins who still live in County Mayo, where my great-grandfather grew up.

There are not enough words to describe my trip, my feelings, my experience.  The easiest way to describe it is LOVE.  I’ve been fortunate to travel to many places, but nowhere else have I fallen in love with a place like I did upon arriving in Ireland. Continue reading