Running Wild

So there’s this boy…


When I first moved to Richmond, I knew that I was about to embark on this whole new adventure.

On August 3rd, as I packed up my things and headed East to my new home, I knew a lot of things were about to change for me in ways I could not fathom into words if I tried. And let me just say that although I tried to prepare myself for these changes and to try to embrace them when they come, I was in no way ready for the new life waiting for me in RVA.

I knew that I would love my job and the people I worked with. I knew that I was going to find a church to go to and try to be involved in my new community. I knew that even though I didn’t feel like I would be, somehow I was going to be okay.

What I didn’t expect was that not only do I love my job and the people I work with, but in just a few short months these coworkers have transformed into a family in a place I now call home.

What I didn’t expect was that I’d find a church that made me want to get up on Sunday mornings. I didn’t expect to find a group of young women who I love to see every week.

I didn’t know that this was a life I wanted, much less needed.

I didn’t expect to love the rants of my neighbor who just wants to pet dogs and hand out treats.

I didn’t expect to find solace in a city. in fact I was pretty darn sure that I wouldn’t.

What I didn’t expect was that I’d meet a guy who would slowly but surely change every feeling and outlook on life I had. this was not without a lot of effort and hard work on my part. But just having him in my life has helped immensely.

We’re just friends.

But truth?

I’ve never felt so normal as I do when I’m with him. I have a lot of problems trusting people, as in I trust next to no one unless we have the same DNA.

But with the Cubs down 1-nothing in the bottom of he 8th inning, and my anxiety pouring out of me the way cars flood the highway during rush hour – inevitable and annoying – there’s this boy looking at me and telling me it’s going to be okay.

And I believe him.

I know my journey in richmond  is only just beginning, and that if I’ve learned anything these past few months (reluctantly or otherwise) it’s to just take a step back and let things happen the way that they happen.

I didn’t expect anything that’s happened since I moved here, and I’m so grateful for it, too.


Happy Sunday everyone!


Update: Not just friends.


This ain’t no tea party.


Today I ran the Rugged Maniac 5k.

As the name of the race suggests this 5k I “ran” was certainly rugged and I felt like a maniac for doing it.

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, let me explain:


A picture’s worth a thousand words, right?

This race was 3.1 miles long, had 23 obstacles, and a whole lot of mud.

There were moments when I said to myself “I can’t do this.” But it turns out I could. And I definitely did.


I ran the race my amazing coworkers. Let me introduce you to the SVC crew:

There’s Christine (C-dubs) who went to dance class before the race and totally blew the rest of us out of the water mud.

There’s Kathleen (KV) who works out with her body builder boyfriend at a place called the weight room which is what she did the day before the race.

There’s Cassie who has the cutest prince of a German Short-haired Pointer you ever did see (Deacon needed to be mentioned). She rocked the course as her and Kathleen pretty much lapped me if that was possible.

There’s Jessica who I work with more often than anyone else usually. It was awesome to see her out of scrubs and kicking that course’s a**.

And of course there’s Dr. Kara Kolster  (Kolster or K) who heads up our whole team. Without her there’d be no team to begin with. Oh, and she crossfits before work most days of the week.

Together we make up the “50 Shades of Spay”


(From right to left: K, me, KV, Cassie minus Deacon, C-dubs, and Jessica)

As you can see I am among the elite and not to mention slightly out of my athletic league here. But I kept up a good pace and actually ran when my shoes weren’t being swallowed up by the mud.

We didn’t finish the race together but to tell you the truth it worked out better that way. Having a few of my teammates cheering me on through that last obstacle was exactly what I needed to get over that finish line.

All through the race I eavesdropped on other people’s conversations and I have to be honest I’ve never been a part of a race where everyone was so freaking awesome.

Here are a few of my favorite lines overheard on the course:

1. Dr. K at the beginning of the race: “Embrace the mud.”

2. Girl on the course: ” Oh my gosh, that was only 1 mile?!”

3. Guy after jumping across trenches made of mud: “I think my testicle just dropped” (can’t make that up if I tried)

4. Girl after crawling under barbed wire: “Does anyone have any hand sanitizer?”

5. Girl after crawling through an underground tunnel of mud, singing”: “I feely pretty. Oh so pretty. I feel pretty, and witty, and bright!”

6. Girl running next to me: “Oh good, mile 2.”

7. One of the volunteers running the race: “Don’t slow down! That’s when you go down!” Spoiler, I slowed down. And damn did I go down.


8. Me at the finish line: “Okay, where’s my free beer??”

This race was incredible, exactly what I needed, and totally worth every drop of blood (see above), sweat, and tears.

And yes, there was one tear shed right after I tackled this:


Partly because I was astounded at myself that I actually made it up the wall – ninja warrior style (with assistance). But also because the guy who grabbed my hand and pulled me up, I accidentally kicked him square in the crotch. I felt REALLY bad about that one.

I can’t speak for anyone else who finished the race, whether it be ahead of me, behind me, or right along side me. But this honestly felt like life as an adult all wrapped up in an hour and a half.

Sometimes I was (literally) stuck in the mud.

Sometimes I’d be running and then all of a sudden a very tall wall would appear and I had to hoist my short self up over it. And when I couldn’t, there was someone there hunched down right next to me with hands ready to give me a boost. Someone was offering me help and all I had to do was accept it.

Sometimes when I sized up an obstacle I’d think “I totally got this.” But if I’ve learned anything thus far, it’s that there are some things you can’t do on your own.

Other times on the course I’d size up an obstacle and think “nope, can’t do it” without even giving it a try. But then coming out the other side of it there was always a huge sigh of relief that I proved myself wrong.

And then there were times I found myself completely underwater. But here’s the thing about my head being underwater – I put myself there. I jumped off the slippery ledge to hit a gong and i missed (why? Because I’m a maniac).

Sometimes being fully submerged underwater happens. But I know I would be angry at myself if I had just walked around the obstacle instead of jumping feet first into the muddy waters.

And sometimes that’s exactly what you have to do in life.

Today was amazing and I truly feel myself nestling into a family here.

We decided that this race will become a tradition for the SVC women (and possibly Dr. Kilgore).

And next year, I’m bringing a GoPro.