Tis the season.....

And another one bites the dust.....

No seriously though.

As I sit here amongst palm trees surrounded by those "in love" it is hard for me not to think about the topic. This is the season for love. The season where the radio, retailers, commercials, twitter , facebook.....fail to consider the art of the single one. Oh, thank you social media for the never-ending stream of couples cruise deals and diamond engagement rings.

I am not one to shed a tear, clutch the phone waiting for that call or loose myself in a pint of Chunkey Monkey to keep my mind from feeling the pain. But come on..... all us single people would be lying if we stood around all the time thinking happy thoughts about the guy last night who paid our tab and then went home alone. Sucker.

Those times get old and those happy thoughts turn into long nights playing mind tug-of-war. Should I.....? Oh the possibilities. Always finding myself with the "you only live once" answer, I sit here pondering the importance of affection. We all need love. I am almost 100 percent certain this has been studied and proven by someone, somewhere who wasn't just trying to get a piece.

Love means so many things. Who am I to recite Webster's thoughts on the meaning. Love is defined by each and every one of us. Love is simply a word.

So yes, I am woman hear me roar. I know what I want and try to tell myself to go after it with the whole "only one life" thing blanketing my heart, but I am woman see me fall.

This season of white dresses, bells jingling to the sounds of vows and mounds of cards that come labeled by two, addressed to one can wear on even the most independent of us all. Que Mariah Carey now....

Friends all around me are tying the knot. The lack of happy tears streaming from these baby blues is cause for concern. Come on cupid don't fail me now. My life has been blessed in so many ways, maybe I should count sheep to a different drumb....my meaning of love will find its way.

Be Careful Who You Befriend

We've all been there. Well, shall I say "here" due to the present debacle I seem to have found myself in. This question is well beyond my days, honestly the exact moment this topic became an "issue" would be nice to know. Then maybe the issue would not have stood the test of time.

So, here goes. Why is it seemingly IMPOSSIBLE for men and women to be friends. Just friends. Simply two human beings engaging in a relationship with no expectations, no sexual desire, no hope of one day the opposite waking up and suddenly feeling weak in the knees.

Look around. Are there really any cross gender friendships, apart our gay community, that are existing without ulterior motives. No matter how much we repeat, "We're just friends", the truth one day will come out. Usually ending badly for both parties. The one heartbroken and the other perplexed. Both suffering a death. The relationship is forever changed, and quite possibly over.

I have a theory. If we all could be honest with ourselves and those we simply cannot live without, it would save us all some time. No matter how you spin it, "I love you" doesn't mean a thing if the feeling isn't mutual. Those knots in your stomach, waking minutes craving communication, night after night of the reoccurring fantasy.... The one where you'd rather stay asleep then confess.

So what are we all waiting for. And why is it impossible to be friends with someone who you care so deeply about just because they are missing a few butterflies.

I have another theory. It is far too painful to be close to someone you can't touch. Someone who would rather hold another's hand. Someone who knows everything about you, yet hasn't a clue who you truly are.

I've always said it's much easier to be friends with the member of the opposite sex. Girls are caddy. And a few other words I will keep to myself. Guys are drama free, less emotional, not needy and most of the time out to just have a little fun. Then the bomb drops. These guys are not out looking for friendship. It doesn't matter how long the friendship has lasted. In the end, the situation just plain sucks.

Even right this very moment there are a few men I would call my friends, but in the back of my mind, I either want to jump their bones or I have an itching feeling they want to rock my world.

Whoever really believes, "It is far better to have love and lost to have never loved at all", is not walking around with members of the opposite sex they call "just a friend".

Where to Live??

As a recent college graduate, I obviously am in the midst of trying to land a job. The days of securing a permanent position while still cramming for finals seems to have ended. Or, at least I wasn't one of the lucky ones. So not only am I running obsessively to try and ease the anxiety that has taken over my mind, body and soul, I am researching the best places to live. This may be adding to my level of stress, but hey it is kind of enjoyable to pretend for just a minute I may actually get a job in a city I actually want to live.

However. The cost of relocating is not an economically wise decision when student loans are looming and job security, like the economy, is not stable. Two years ago moving to Southern California to pursue a master's degree seemed like an intelligent and feasible task. Feasible, yes. I did receive yet another diploma, but question if the acquisition of a student loan was high on the intelligent side. I am a firm believer that education is an investment, so my sleepless nights are not drenched in regret. The thought of not finding a job coupled with the desire to once again relocate is.

In my quest to cripple anxiety, I found a handy little quiz to take to shed light on the value of relocating for a job opportunity. Honestly, my tenacity will not allow me to sit still in one place for long without achieving any goal. Therefore despite the end result of this quiz, I will move ANYWHERE to begin my career. Well, Alaska may be crossing the line. I'm not sure how I would adjust to constant light. Morning is not the best time of day for me, I'm an accomplished night owl.

Take the quiz. If not to solely entertain a fantasy.

http://careerplanning.about.com/library/weekly/quizzes/bl_relocation_quiz.htm

Free Fuel

So food. Yes, we all have to eat. The problem is, as a runner and a nutrition freak, I've found myself feeling deprived and quite possibly malnourished. My mother always told me it is okay to eat whatever you like as long as it is in moderation. Easy for her to say. This women can be craving chocolate, take a bit of a Snickers bar and save the rest for later. And, by later I mean days, weeks, months. My obsession with food began long ago, when as a child my all-time favorites included: french fries, cinnamon and sugar bagels, blow-pops, starbursts, skittles, all hell ANY candy.... My diet literally consisted of ALL carbs, and not the good kind. If I had not been an athlete, I would have easily weighed in close to 200 pounds. The one and only reason I gave up Pop Tarts was because I had the brilliant idea of consuming a few prior to basketball practice. Not one of my best ideas.

We always talk about how the media is to blame for eating disorders in our youth. Well, I am almost positive as a twenty-something female living in the heart of Hollywood, I have a issue with food and arguably in a good way thanks to the media's portrayal of how you can look and feel better by being on the thinner side. No, I do not force myself to throw-up, nor do I starve myself, but I do consume the same foods on a daily basis. If it wasn't for women who may or may not take care of their bodies to be on the cover of Self, Fitness or Runner's World, I very well may be suffering from diabetes instead of a lack of diversity in my diet.

There are many things I need to work on when it comes to food. I am WELL aware of all the foods that are good for me, and those that are not. The issue is, my obsession has caused me to fail at allowing myself to consume the foods that I know could improve my running, mood, sleep patterns, even give me added definition in my abs! I simply cannot wrap my head around eating normally. There has to be a happy medium. There has to be a way I can mentally find it acceptable to eat apples, watermelon and grapefruit. This obsession has put a damper on my ability to socially dine out once in awhile. I simply will not eat something if I do not know EVERY single ingredient.

I would kill for a slice of pizza right now. My favorite food is 100% french fries. I crave Mediterranean food ALWAYS. This particular craving is one that is on the healthy side, but God forbid I allow myself to consume grilled chicken or hummus. I can't tell you the last time I ate any of the above.

I have been called the energizer bunny, told I probably train harder than some professional athletes and run excessively without ever setting foot at a starting line. So, why can I not just eat. I try to keep up with proper nutrition literally. This is no use without actually utilizing the knowledge. I even go as far as telling my family what not to eat.

In the end, I may have ran 9 miles today and rode my bike everywhere (I do not have a car), but I will not let myself enjoy a nice slice of pizza! Ugh, the give and take of trying to be on the cover of a magazine. I do take my hats off to those ladies. At least I am not part of the obesity epidemic.

Remedy Your Life

Lately my life is consumed with trying to find a job. A recent graduate, former three job holder and full-time student has left me in a constant state of panic with an overwhelming amount of free time. Second guessing myself concerning the choices I've made is a ritual my mind has developed. No amount of self-talk is helping. It seems my mind has a mind of its own.

There are countless articles, peer reviews, life coaches, motivational speakers and books out there in this media crazed world to help those just like me (God please let me not stand alone) to become the 1 in 10 Americans suffering from depression. First, happiness is a state of mind. Yes, I can be happy and also have a panic attack. Truthfully speaking, it is quite possible I should be worrying more than I am. I mean, I do have student loans since I just HAD to get my masters. I do have to pay rent, bills and ya know eat from time to time despite what many friends may think. Yes, I do eat. It's simple, I refuse to let matters that are not in my control depict my attitude, well-being or sense of accomplishment. No one, and I mean no one, is going to bring me down. Okay, I'm self-talking again. Budda would be pleased.

So now with my agonizing amount of free time, I will be productive. Setting new goals, relishing in my many blessings and consistently oozing positiveness is just an alternative lifestyle I must become accustomed to.

The newest goal added to my Bucket List, yes everyone should have one (thanks Jack), is to continue my education further to obtain my PhD. I have lived in Michigan, New York and California, so now onto the next city of my choosing. I see Texas or Colorado in my future. I believe education is an investment, so another student loan is a means to an end.

There are so many things I want to learn still. My goal in life is to help people. Help people to be the very best that they can be. Possibly a fault, but I would rather buy for others, give money away, spend time volunteering and research ways to build awareness of issues effecting all Americans in some way shape or form, than live a lavish lifestyle surrounded by more bedrooms than I need, a car that could feed thousands for weeks or wear enough bling to light a small town.

Most of my family and friends, and even acquaintances I see frequently, would say I am a health freak and obsessive runner. A friend once told me I may train harder than pro athletes. BEST. COMPLIMENT. EVER. No matter the time, place, amount of energy or feeling, a workout always makes me feel better. I heard on the radio the other day that if you are feeling a little sluggish, it has been found that if you simply step outside for 10 minutes you will be re-energized. No surprise there. It has been well known for years the power of natural sunlight. I can't tell you the last time I took a Tylenol or filled a prescription. Everything that happens to your body can be cured through natural substances. If we take anything from other cultures, it should be some of their ways of practicing medicine. Heck, look at their lifespans, waistlines and emotional states. I'm positive any faults occurring are do to their Americanized practices.

Why would anyone want to follow in our footsteps? The media has control over us, and they know it. Just look at the pharmaceutical industry, Big Tobacco and the advertising industry. Tune into your local news for stories the networks only want us to know. One minute butter is good for you, the next it causes cancer. Commercials are used to brainwash those who view into believing their doctor's prescription can cure anything with a magic little pill that will come with side effects. Don't worry there's another pill for that.


Remedy number one: break a sweat everyday. Trust me you will feel better. Remedy number two: throw away sugar. You will have the energy to actually sweat without calapsing and the headaches will go away. Remedy number three: drink water. It will rid your bodies of toxins that cause everything your trusty doctor's salary depends on. Three simple little procedures to follow everyday will change your life for the better. Anxiety you say? Make a list, put it aside and then re-read it. What are you really worried about and why does it matter? Remember there are millions of people who can't even make that list.

With the abundance of free time I have been recently blessed with, it is now my undying quest to find a job where I will build awareness to the lifestyles Americans have been accustomed to. These very lifestyles that are leading to obesity, depression and horrific dependence upon technology and the media for facts. Free time scares mist people. Free time means your mind is able to actually think about the matters in life that are meaningful. Free time means there is a lack of tasks that have previously prevented the mind from truly thinking about what the Land of the Free has done to revolutionize human thought and actions. The Land of the Free is a scary place. My mind will not let me escape the knowledge that the American way of life is trivial.

Inhale, Exhale. Repeat.

Why is it so hard to live each day to the fullest? How many times has this how-to methodology been told, over and over again? If only everything was as easy to do as to say. I blame the evolution of the 21st century American lifestyle . Honestly, most of the time I love it. Need it. Crave it. Welcome to the wonderful world of being a workaholic. The problem is, most of us are out of work.

Research has shown that people on average, spends 98% of the waking time in thinking about the past or the future and only 2 % in the present. A workaholic spends 99% of the time mentally planning and thinking about the future tuning out the here and now. Thus, only 1 % of the time is divided between the present and the past. Well then, I have issue with us all.

Thinking about the future is spoken to us from birth. We fortunate Americans are taught forward-thinking as a second language. First, we must speak, crawl, walk and chew by a certain age. Second, we must recite, write, sing our abc's and read by another. Third, we systematically are unconsciously placed into little boxes securing the future of our adolescent years by membership as jocks, artists, computer geeks, mean girls or dark ones. Now it comes, the age old question, what do you want to be when you grow up? The fate of our future is not one we were meant to decide prior to being given the freedoms afforded to us centuries ago.

As American's youth we are constantly reminded about the next step. We can't wait to reach double digits, be the oldest in our school, learn how to drive, decide where to go to college or graduate. The problem is once you get there, now what. In all our 18 years, not one person has taught us to just relax. Possibly one of the many reasons the pharmaceutical industry has taken it into their hands to rectify the anxiety levels in 3 year-olds. So instead of being taught how to control our own emotions, deal with a bad day now and again, believe in the power of each and every day, we're given a tiny little pill. By the time we're allowed to vote, our pill boxes have become more important than our water bottles. In a split second we are herded off to college, forced to declare a major, once again divided into those lovely little groups, some blessed with the luxury of not quite yet learning how to budget and now again yearning for another piece of paper.

With all this preparation, ocean of knowledge, statistics on what your major can do for you in the future and decades of various reformations thrown at us, now we are all suppose to want just as we did 4 years or so ago. So go get it. Get a job, get married and have babies.

Trouble is, after years of being judged by our plans for tomorrow with carefully laid milestones along the way to keep our freewill on track, some of us just can't sleep at night. I have absolutely no clue where I am going to be in 5 years. I know where I want to be, I know what I've done to prepare myself to get there. How could I not? This logic has been edged in my mind since I opened my mouth and said "Dog", when I was suppose to say "Mommy".

When is the appropriate time to stop and smell the roses? How do you teach yourself after years of waiting for the next step to do so? Why is not okay to be single still at 30? Just who are these people who've created this path we all must follow or be shunned? Is this the American way of life? It has become wrong to be independent. Then again, it always has.

A recent study found that one in 10 Americans are depressed, and one in 30 meet the criteria for major depression, with the rate higher among the unemployed and those who can't work. Shocking. As Americans we live for our work, literally. Our stance in society depends on what we do, how much money we make and if we've taken a vacation in the past decade. Those of us with labels, Beemers and roll over vacation time are the fortunate ones.

Welcome to workaholics anonymous. Now stuck in the depression box, health care to the rescue. Now, as adults we are medically unstable because we haven't learned to feel okay with the eroding chosen path paved from birth, edged in our minds during our adolescents and molded with adulthood. It's alright, we never truly had a choice. Just ask your local doctor you now have to see to simply get your money's worth.

Reasons

So we've all heard it, "Everything happens for a reason". I am an avid follower of this belief. Not sure where it steams from or even if that truly matters in the grand scheme of things. Numerous books have been written on the subject and rightfully so. What author, writer or publisher wouldn't jump on the chance to exploit such a known prophecy. Too bad I didn't think of it....damn.

Let's get back to those five simple words. No matter who first uttered them or where you first learned of the wise saying, everyone has an opinion on the meaning. Now, yes everyone is entitled to their opinion and many will argue with mine. I, however, am not here to argue. More power to those who stand up for what they believe. Perception is nine-tenths of reality.

I repeat those five simple words over and over again on a daily basis. These words help me take a step back, think, rethink and stop thinking. Without the power I have given this saying I would be a train wreck. Well, okay, running obsessively helps. One thing that we all should be able to agree on, is the power of positive thinking. The act of engaging in optimism has been proven to create an environment that breeds a general sense of wellness.

"...optimism has demonstrable benefits, and pessimism has drawbacks." He goes on to say, "...optimism...has been linked to positive mood and good morale; to perseverance and effective problem solving; to academic, athletic, military, occupational, and political success; to popularity; to good health; and even to long life and freedom from trauma." - Dr. Christopher Peterson, PhD.

Do not misunderstand me, I do not in anyway believe I have no control over the choices I make or feel these choices do not have consequences. I do firmly believe that each day I do have the choice to be happy. By "thinking happy thoughts" it is pretty hard to not see the light at the end of the tunnel. I have to constantly remind myself that yes, everything does happen for a reason and even if this reason is unknown for years, it only lead to other circumstances, choices and made me who I am today. So, be proud of who you are. Make the choice to be happy. Decide that there is a reason why you can't find a job right now or your car got stolen or a tragedy has happened. Choose to make the life you have count. Choose to trust in yourself, build steps to make your life more satisfying if you feel it just plain sucks.

"It's never too late to be who you might have been." - George Eliot

"Never, never, never, never give up." - Winston Churchill

"The Constitution only gives people the right to pursue happiness.
You have to catch it yourself." - Benjamin Franklin

“You become what you think about.” - Earl Nightingale

“The first step to becoming is to will it.” - Mother Teresa

"You cannot travel within and stand still without.” - James Allen

“Let our advance worrying become advance thinking and planning.” - Winston Churchill

When is the last time you met a happy pessimist? Just sayin...

Oh Time...

Considering I have a whole LOT of free time lately, I found myself watching more television. Well, let me clarify, ESPN. I rather go for a second run of the day then sit in front of the boob tube, but I seem to have a little voice in my head saying, "Natalie isn't there a game on?"!! Thus, I mean I DID just graduate with my master's in sports management, it is perfectly alright for me to waste time watching sports. After all, it's considered work. I must immerse into the industry. I truly believe this will only help me actually get a job. Hopefully one that no longer has me chasing after customers who may or may not be intentionally trying to stiff me. Don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed the past decade or so I've been dependent upon the food & beverage industry to pay all of my bills. Hell, if it wasn't for alcohol I would be swimming in debt from my undergrad.

I love talking to people. Let me clarify again, mainly in person. You know when I can actually see their facial expressions. Body language speaks louder than words. I love making people smile, seeing their joy. One day I will have my own foundation. A non-profit dedicated to those less fortunate than I. Despite my boredom, my excess time, my recent openness to watching EVERY single game (besides baseball....sorry, so boring on t.v.), I know I am blessed in SO many ways. At least I HAVE TIME. At least I HAVE A TELEVISION. I never go hungry, without water, without people to talk to. So, I am thankful. I am fortunate. I will continue to watch every game I can, because I enjoy it and we've only got one life to live!

With that said, did you see the WNBA Finals!? Whoever said girls can't play basketball or no one will pay to see them play, clearly needs to get back in touch with reality. I know the WNBA may be having some financial setbacks, it's a recession people, but the Seattle Storm fans were in the building tonight! Let me tell you, Lauren Jackson CAN ball. Well, they ALL can ball! The Storm lead the series 2-0 against the Atlanta Dream. I have to admit, I RARELY watch women play sports, it's honestly just not that exciting. I think I'm the one who needs to get back in touch with reality. This game was awesome! Besides that, the Dream have the Miller twins who've played together since they were kids, including college and overseas. Talk about genetics! My question is, why aren't these girls in the media more?! Thursday night, you know where to find me. Sitting at home with my ESPN family!

Like I said, leave it to baseball.

Its the Simple Things

Found myself hitting the ground running at dusk again tonight. Felt AMAZING! Once in awhile it feels pretty damn good to change up my normal routine of running in the Cali sunshine. As a matter of fact it felt SO good tonight that I just kept going. My legs had much more in me, but I stopped at 8.2 miles just under 70 minutes. Water was a necessity!

The power of a smile is astonishing. Around the 4 and a half mile mark I passed a gang of firemen enjoying a nice bowl of frozen yogurt. One just happened to sneeze as I neared the path between the pack. Without a second thought, I responded, "Bless you". Now that I think about it, I probably was screaming considering the power of Eminem literally pushing my pace. The power of music is another topic. But hey I still heard them laugh.

I smiled the rest of the way.

Moral of the story, SMILE, it's contagious.

A Single Day

A single day is not enough. A few moments spent remembering the 2,998 fallen nine years ago on September 11th, is simply not long enough. Perhaps I felt this yesterday. Perhaps, the side of me dreaming to help those less fortunate twinges at the thought of one day set apart from the other 364 days of the year to remember the victims, the heroes.


No, I do not know one of the 2,998 who were grasped from the earth too soon. No, I do not know any of the thousands injured or the hundreds of service men selflessly thrown into the remains. But, yes, I do remember where I was, what I was wearing and who I was with. Yes, I do know those who have given up their lives to fight for those lost. Since the fall of the World Trade Centers too many have been lost, too many have been grasped from this earth. Too much fighting for peace has occurred. How can we honor the fallen by setting aside more and more single days for remembrance. No, I do not think those who caused the events of 9/11 should be set free, allowed to continue. Yes, I believe in justice. I also believe in peace. Too much hate has risen from the ashes. Too many perceptions have grown from the remains. Peace does not allow for hatred. The War on Peace. Stop and think about it. Stop and think what "they" want you to believe. Stop and think about the victims then. Stop and think about the victims now.

Today is a day forever engraved in the minds of the world. Today is not the only day we are all affected by the events of 9/11.

Please Stand Up

I was honored to be a guest of the Primetime Emmy Awards a few weeks ago. This experience was a first, quite possibly the last, but one that opened my eyes just a little wider. No, not because the audience was comprised of A-Listers, producers, writers, visionaries and the who's who of television, but because of the recipient of the Bob Hope Humanitarian Award, Mr. George Clooney. I was never close enough to be in awe of his appearance, this can be done from a distance, nor to have the priceless opportunity to shake his hand in pure admiration.

This man has conducted himself as all of those as fortunate as he should. He devotes his time and resources to give aid, give hope and build awareness for those less fortunate. His words hit me like a ton of bricks. He was humble, gracious and once again paid homage to his quest. As someone who would love to have the ability to devote my days and life to help those who are without, I share a bond with Mr. Clooney. He asked his fans, friends and colleagues to create a way in which we never stop thinking of or assisting those who are so desperately in need. Yes, there are events. Yes, there are charities to donate to. Yes, we unite when a natural disaster strikes. The problem is the lack of consistency. I know a constant reminder of those dying of starvation, cancer, lack of water, malaria...is not an escape we long for with the myriad of problems we allow to enter our minds. Imagine a day when this reminder makes your worries seem trivial. A day when we are made aware we are the ones who are blessed. We're alive.

Today marked another event touched by Mr. Clooney that made my eyes widen and head shake. I shake my head at my own self-pity, my own trivial self-proclaimed problems. Broadcast in 195 countries, millions tuned in to watch the Stand Up To Cancer telethon. Hundreds of journalists, entertainers and athletes united under one roof to plea for assistance in the quest to further cancer research now. A tear-wrenching plea from Patrick Swayze was just one provoking moment in the hour long event. With facts scrolling across the screen it became quite clear, cancer can be related to each and everyone of us. Sixty people die from cancer every hour in the United States. Without much thought at least one victim comes to mind. Without a cure, more victims will fill your thoughts. This single event raised over $100 million dollars in 2008. Imagine how much could come off a weekly reminder....



As a global society we have been doused with epic disasters dating back thousands of years. These catastrophes have taken lives and still, to this day effect those who live in the remains. The past fifteen years alone have left North Korea damaged by floods, 12 South Asian Nations shook and washed away by an earthquake and tsunami, West Africa hit with an outbreak, New Orleans abandoned by Hurricane Katrina and most recently the earthquake in Haiti. Lives cut short and devastation claiming conquest do not allow for Sunday afternoon walks in the park or late night beer runs. After we help today, tomorrow is a new chance to show care.

It is estimated that Malaria takes between 2 and 5 million lives each year.

There are so many ways we all can help. Sure, we are all not in a position to donate in dollars and cents, but we all have the power to build awareness, devote time and create a way in which each and everyday we are made aware just how meaningful our troubles truly are. Together we can fight back. Fight against cancer, disease, mother nature, poverty. United we can stand.

Think. Become. You.

Went for a late night run today. I just couldn't stop my head from spinning. The voices kept asking, "What are you doing with your life Natalie?". This is a question I know I am not alone pondering.

We are asked this question from the moment we blow out those candles leading to the glorious adulthood we so desperately longed for. What we want to be when we grow up has so many possible definitions. For instance, when do we really stop growing up? Is there some key age I am not aware of that you suddenly feel as if, ok I'm grown. Growth continues to happen everyday. We are constantly transforming, learning, experiencing, watching, listening. Sure the ways in which we process this ongoing stream has adapted over the years, but the process never ceases to exist.

I am ok with this. I know I will never stop "growing". Hopefully my waistline does, buy my mind does not. Everyday it seems I have a new idea, a new thought, a new challenge or answer to the proverbial passage into adulthood inquiry. What keeps me awake at night, besides the years of late night obligations to pay my rent, is the voices telling me to act on this process. Just pick one. Pick one idea and go with it. Do not be afraid to fail, do not be afraid to speak out loud, do not be afraid to allow this idea to grow. A psychologist would have a field day. Self-talk evolves from self-confidence. Maybe this is the area I need to work on. If I am not confident in the process, confident in the idea, confident in my ability to allow growth, I will get no further than my own mind begging for questions.

So as with my very first attempt at the blog world, I once again vow to continue to grow. A phase I am ok with. Now I simply need the confidence to not prematurely cease.

Thank God for my ability to run, otherwise I feel I would be certifiably crazy.

The Trouble With California Is....

I find myself surrounded by non-stop entertainment. This is not the problem. A friend who just landed here in the City of Angels said it best, "I love it that there's always something to do here!".

This is the problem. The sport industry is one, if not the only, industry still maintaining a profit during this economic climate. The multi-billion dollar wonderful world of sports still remains to be an escape for those seeking to put their troubles away if only for a minute.

The trouble with this is, the competition in Los Angeles for an escape is overwhelming. Not to mention the endless avenues to take your troubles away, it's the lack of avenues to pull you back to reality. Too many here are way above the ground. Too many here are caught up in the glitz and glamor. Too many here can't pay their rent, but in their pursuit to be the next big star are dropping benjamins. I am all about following your dreams. I am all about being true to yourself, going for it, living life to the fullest. Los Angeles is not filled with those who are being true to themselves. The city is overpopulated with those who don't even know who "they" are.

Hollywood's appeal has prevented so many with potential to benefit from living. No, I don't mean materialistically. Material possession is not the problem here. The yearning for it is. People don't go to the gym to look and feel better, they go to be perceived to look better. Come on ladies, you do not need to get ready to go sweat. I'd say every other person is comprised of plastic and if not, they want to be. It's practically a crime to not drive, stay in on a Friday night or eat meat.

I really believe the lack of support for the sport industry has been formulated from all the emphasis on the arts. As in everything in life, there needs to be a balance. With sport comes well-being, athleticism, proper nutrition, leadership, teamwork, goal achievements. Athletes have been degraded by the entertainment industry. We rarely hear about their philanthropic endeavors, but about their love life, arrests and extravagances.

If it wasn't for a Wayne Gretzky, Los Angeles might not even know what hockey is. Can you imagine what the NBA presence would be if Kobe wasn't a Laker. I shouldn't even say that aloud. And football, there isn't a professional team for miles. My issue isn't with the sport industry, it is with the lack of acceptance for alternate forms of entertainment in LaLa land.

We want our children to be grounded, healthy, educated and future leaders, than provide them with a well-rounded environment that exploits these characteristics. Throwing hundred thousand dollar birthday parties, giving breast implants as presents and continuously pushing to be famous will only bring the city down in flames.

Then again, the state did vote for a actor.

Spice It Up

Pass the salt. Add a dash here, sprinkle a bit there. Just a pinch. The problem with these age old traditions, is the people of today are not the same as the people who created these habits. The salt and pepper shaker posted in the center of dining room tables, transported to restaurant tops and in arms reach of chefs everywhere has created new traditions of high blood pressure, dehydration, fatigue and hypertension.

Using salt to add flavor and preserve canned foods has cut the shelf life of us. Unless we all start to examine just how much sodium we are consuming on a daily basis, the unhealthy side effects of salt intake will continue to live up to its tradition- a heart attack waiting to happen. I firmly believe most Americans just do not know how much salt they really are consuming. Our taste buds have become immune to the excess taste of salt. The quickness of popping in a frozen dinner, eating out excessively, cutting down on preparation time for every meal and repeatedly placing orders through a speaker is normal. The economy does not help and neither does the reality television hype. Top Chef's do it, why shouldn't I?

Well here's something to taste. Excess salt consumption has been proved to be the cause of 92,000 deaths annually due to heart disease, heart attacks and strokes. Ninety percent of adults develop high blood pressure which leads to a whole lot of problems. Toss in the lack of water intake, couch potato lifestyles and dependency upon Pepsi, no wonder the pharmaceutical industry is booming.

Think you're in good health. If you eat out daily, you are well over the recommended sodium allowance. Eighty percent of the daily maximum is consumed in one meal. This doesn't include beverages, snacks and the other two meals. It was a New Years resolution to stop eating out so much, lose weight, lead a healthier lifestyle, pack a lunch, stop drinking soda...this can all be acheived by keeping track of how much sodium you consume. It's not you you're worried about, well what about your children, your spouse, your family?

Manufacturers help create entire generations who crave salt. I even know people who add salt to their salad. By cutting back on salt, it can reverse the chances of you dropping dead before you get a chance to see your first grandchild or finish your bucket list. Research proves that blood pressure is down 60% in just six weeks of eliminating excess salt.

I started monitoring my daily salt intake 3 years ago. I practically can smell salt now. I don't crave it, I don't feel bloated and I drink water to hydrate. I don't know about you, but this is simply not good enough. My father, sister, loved ones all need to be brainwashed into believing that salt may be the death of them.

The Danger Zone

• Lunch Meat
• Baked Goods
• Breads, Crackers
  
• Canned Foods
• Salad Dressing
• Sauces
  
• Cheese
• Soda!!!Soda!!!

Easy Fixes

• Read Labels
• Ask Waiters for dressing and sauces to be on the side
• Choose grilled over breaded or fried
• Season with lemon juice, garlic, fresh herbs
• Increase potassium
• Drink more water
  

These easy fixes can be done by anyone. Your waiter is not going to tell you no, their tip depends on it. Many packaged foods can be found in low, less or no sodium versions. Potassium is a natural substance that will only aid to your healthy lifestyle. Increased water consumption will help rid your body of toxins and excess pounds. Now who doesn't want that!

Just Run

It's no surprise, I love to run. The benefits are numerous, stellar and achievable each and every time I go. No matter how far, how fast or how long there is a sense of accomplishment after. This accomplishment is mine, solely mine, mine alone. No one else helped me, well maybe my iPod, but the soundtrack was still mine.

Now, I am a firm believer in team sports. The benefits of belonging to a team, forming life-long bonds, pulling together to defeat, feeling as if you play a vital role in the success, learning, teaching, leading.... As with everything in life, there needs to be a balance. So if I am blessed to partake in both team and individual sports in my life, why should I not? Who I am today is so much because of the relationships I've made as a member of a team and the running community.

Whether you're having a bad day, need to unwind, just broke up with your boyfriend, had a fight with your mom, can't make a decision if your life depended on it, have too much free time, need to feel like you're in control, suffer from OCD or need to loose a few pounds, running can be that cure. The power of running is exponential.

Once call yourself a runner, you are not alone. There is a bond. You may be all alone running your chosen path, but as another crosses your path this complete stranger shares a connection with you that only fellow runners can. Even when you're not the one kicking up dust, you connect. When I see a runner and it's not me out there, I'm pissed. Pissed because I wish I was running. Pissed because they may be going faster or farther than I. Pissed because they are escaping. I may be pissed, but I still smile. Smile because I will be them. Smile because I have the power to go as far, fast and long as I want to. Smile because I am blessed with the ability to feel. If only I could lead others to this victory, this high.

This individual sport is far larger than any team. Membership is only up to you. You choose.

The Art of A Twenty-Something

A article published in the New York Times this week has left me quite perplexed. This article titled, "What Is It About 20-Somethings?", goes into great length to try and discover the reason why the 20-someones are failing to travel the traditional cycle paved by generations before.

"The traditional cycle seems to have gone off course, as young people remain un­tethered to romantic partners or to permanent homes, going back to school for lack of better options, traveling, avoiding commitments, competing ferociously for unpaid internships or temporary (and often grueling) Teach for America jobs, forestalling the beginning of adult life."

I am no doctor or even a genius, but could this lack of following tradition be just the renaissance this country needs. Where has this holier than though tradition led us? The divorce rate is over 50%, unemployment rates are higher than ever, we are STILL at war, the housing market is failing, the automotive industry is bankrupt, youth education is suffering budget cuts and the government has handed out checks to stimulate the economy while simultaneously extended the time allowance for benefiting from not working. Oh and we're fat.

"Sociologists traditionally define the “transition to adulthood” as marked by five milestones: completing school, leaving home, becoming financially independent, marrying and having a child. In 1960, 77 percent of women and 65 percent of men had, by the time they reached 30, passed all five milestones."

I may be missing something, but the tradition needs to be updated. What is wrong with gaining higher education? Since when did supporting the ones you love become shunned? What is the rush to achieve these profound milestones by the age of 30? What happens then? All the happy couples suffocated by their jobs, without time to raise their children, go on vacation, read a book, learn new things? This is not 1960.

The article prefixed with two examples of syndicated television debuts this fall is more irritating than the authors lack of providing relevancy. If the tradition was working the television industry would not be capitalizing off of this new era of so-called inadequacy in life development. Anyone else pissed they aren't considered an adult because they haven't succumbed to the perennial march from step 1-5.

Dream on 20-Somethings. Continue to decline to settle for the mindless job that keeps you away from finding the relationship that breeds love, time to actually raise your children and opportunity to better the world we all live in. Happy people equals healthy, stable and productive people. Right now we're all fat, lazy, unemployed and on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I don't know about you, but any cycle "they" say I'm suppose to follow needs to be rerouted.

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/22/magazine/22Adulthood-t.html?_r=2&partner=rss&emc=rss

Hard Knocking Controversy

Mr. Rex Ryan is stirring up the pot. Jets fans should be loving it, even if his momma is not.

Yeah, yeah, preseason.... blah blah. Monday nights game will not be played like every other preseason game. A rivalry is a rivalry. No matter how much downplaying both sides do, emotion and bragging rights are going to propel this match-up. The New York Jets will host the New York Giants in the preseason game held at Meadowlands Stadium August 16th.

Jets fans have more relevancy to their debate on the who's who of the NFL in the city of lights. This season marks the first in which both teams equally share their playing field. Previously Giants Stadium, aka Giants home, aka New York's football team as is argued the Yankees are New Yorks baseball team, was demolished on June 28, 2010.

Despite Giants coach Tom Coughlin's statements regarding his lack of awareness of HBO's "Hard Knocks", the media is fueling the fire. Contract controversy, a new stadium, a new television show and a coaches foul mouth give plenty to talk about.

Everyone likes a good old fashion fight for the right to claim King. Green just may be the new fall color. New season, new stadium. Did I mention the Jets are the home team, just sayin.

They're a Gang of Em'

I continue to vocalize the belief that one individual a team does not make.

All together now, "There's no I in team." This belief, I am happy to say, is not of mine alone.

Reports today stated statistical facts crediting the idea that the Jets can still be relish in championship status minus the proclaimed superstar cornerback. Now that the negotiations are being conducted behind that glass door, experts now have the opportunity to weigh in on the issue.

Statistics don't lie. Revis led the league in 2009 with an average under 4 yards allowed per game. Three of the Jets cornerbacks made the top 20 according to ProFootball Focus. Thus although Revis over-achievements last season shot him to list topping status, his fellow teammates are clearly capable of pulling their own weight.

Hey if Lebron couldn't grab a ring for Cleveland, what makes Revis think it is his involvement that will make or break the gang. Ryan's playing this smart and the organization is making the right choice. It may not be the immediate gratification, but for the love of the Jets, the players and the fans, it is the way to keep the future bright.

No Media Allowed

Almost as a slap in the face, today, 12 days after Revis opted out of training with his teammates in Cortland, both sides have decided to handle the sensitive matter behind closed doors. These doors are made of glass. Although we are not truly sure what is being said inside, we know the problem. At this point running back through an open door were information has come and gone so profoundly, it gives the media, fans and know-it-all's plenty more to speculate. The debut of the Hard Knocks on HBO last night, the level of knowledge on this battle has skyrocketed. Closing the door know is only opening another to draw negative attention to the Jets organization and Revis himself. With previous comments backing the star cornerback up, we can only assume what those who know nothing about the game or the players will spew. Is this solving the problem? NO. NO. NO.

I refer to my post yesterday, Revis is part of a team. This is not a one man show. I don't care what market value is perceived to be at. Since when do persons establish market value. Rex Ryan's idea to bring the team together to have a "sit down" with Revis has its pros and cons. I believe this is a battle between the athlete and the organization. However, Revis's actions affect more than himself. There are consequences that need to be addressed when failing to be a part of the team you are paid to be a part of. I don't care how much money is being shelled out.

His teammates have expressed their issues with Revis's decision to exclude himself. Edwards responded to Revis's media attention has making one member of the team bigger than the rest.

Let me make myself clear. I relate to the argument that one should be rewarded for hard work and proof of excelling at the job they were hired to do. In my opinion, all professional athletes have been rewarded by simply being drafted, achieving recognition, sought for endorsement deals and negotioning salaries well above pay grades. At what point does morals and values get shoved under the rug to please an athlete who may or may not continue to be an over achiever. This cornerback did not establish the NFL or the New York Jets. Revis needs to remember that somewhere out there there is another stellar athlete waiting to sink his island.

By missing the Tuesday night deadline to secure another year of accrued service toward free agency Revis is making it clear he is willing to give up a year of play to prove a point. The point, money talks. Point two, in a year athletes will be lined up to take his place.

The Great Debate

What will come of the Gang of Green storming Meadowland Stadium this NFL season? I predict good, no great things. I have to admit franchises have made some pretty surprising moves during this off-season, welcome T.O and Ocho Cinco to the Bengals, but the boldest move to effect those dear to me, the vacancy on Revis Island. I personally want to thank Rex Ryan for any part he played in letting "Show me the money" Revis think about trying to find a new home. This may be a small part in the responsibility sports has to act as a positive role model for society as a whole. Since when is it ok to bargain for millions when billions go hungry? I realize it is not the problem of one man, one team, one business, or one billionaire. However, I believe as a athlete you have a standard to uphold.

Arguably the best cornerback in the NFL, an argument I am not against, Revis feels he should be the highest paid in the league. Actions taken on and off the field show an athletes true colors, commitment, loyalty and values regarding their god-given talent and undying persistence to maintain this ability. The almighty Revis is showing his true colors by pushing the envelope. His lack of devotion to his fellow teammates and the game in general shed light on his unwillingness to play for tangible assets. I question ones ability to survive without a salary over one million dollars. Absurd, I know. Just ask Mr. Darrelle Revis.

To the Jets: Ryan will coach you to victory, because it is not one player that makes a champion, it is a team that brings the trophy and triumph home.

To the Jets Fans: Please do not let the actions of one athlete play a role in your dedication to the rest of the teams potential to excel, entertain and prove their commitment to their community.

Come February 2011, Revis Island will have floated into an abyss, engulfed in a much bigger sea than one small mass can over power. Looking down from above, a mere spec in the larger picture. Either that or we'll see him on reality t.v.

What Makes You Tick

I am fan. Really, we are all fans. There are many things that bring us joy in life, many many things. Sometimes these joyous things aren't appreciated nor recognized. Each and every day we all need to take the time to stop and smell the roses. White are my favorite. White roses bring me joy. I am a fan of white roses, then I am a fan of flowers and to this I am a fan of growth, the earth, gardening, florists, those who give flowers....get the point. So when is the last time you stopped to remember just why you were a fan to these tangible and intangible bundles of joy.

I like steps, stages, progression, goal-setting. So lets begin with a simple process we can remind ourselves everyday to accomplish.

Step 1: Make a list of the first things that come to mind that make you smile. Choose a category or topic to analyze. Everyday is a new day and with every new day comes a heightened level of happiness in regards to a few lucky joys.

Step 2: Remember to be happy. After-all happiness is a state of mind. You choose.

Step 3: There is a reason why you are a fan of these happy thoughts. What are the reasons?

Easy 3-Step process to examine where your fandom comes from. Why do we care? Well, it's another mind game we pay with ourselves. We choose what brings us joy and you may not want to know why, but I do. I do, so that when I'm having a bad moment- we all have these experiences- I can easily choose to be happy again by remembering what certain things bring me joy and make me happy.

So today, I love football. Everyday I love football, but today I am reminding myself why I love the game. I like the New York Jets and the Detroit Lions. True I am from Detroit, but I have no association with the Jets other than I love NYC and I've witnessed QB Mark Sanchez prove he's more than just a football player. Football brings me joy because I grew up going to Michigan games with my dad. I've always wanted to please my dad. Thank you dad for giving me the joy I experience from watching, playing, writing, talking and learning with football.

So why are you a fan? Why did I choose the Jets, the Lions and Michigan football? If nothing else you will establish a relationship with happy thoughts.

Kicking Off the 2010 Season

Today was a day of tribute, honor and recognition. Today, more than any other day, I feel honored to say as Mr. Dick LeBeau did,

"I am proud to be from Detroit."

Today was the 2010 NFL Hall of Fame ceremony in Canton, Ohio. In the crowd stood fans, Hall of Fame legends, coaches, future inductees, family, friends and incredible athletes. In the crowd thousands rose to pay tribute to the game of football. Seven of the greatest the game has ever seen were enshrined today, each with words provoking tears, smiles, applause and undying gratitude for their dedication.


As the oldest defensive coordinator in the NFL, 73 year-old LeBeau proved what living life to the fullest everyday can lead to, two Super Bowl championships after the so-called retirement age! His Steelers broke from training camp to honor their coach at Fawcett Stadium and forced this Detroiter to a new found respect for the organization. After-all we may all have our favorite teams, our favorite players, our Super Bowl picks and MVP's, but on this day, we all had one thing in common- the love for the game. Presented to the Hall-of-Fame by his brother, Mr. Bob LeBeau, he said it best, "We're football people."

The Class of 2010

Russ Grimm | Rickey Jackson | Dick LeBeau | Floyd Little | John Randle
| Jerry Rice | Emmitt Smith

"Life is for living folks. Don't let a number be anything other than what it is, a number."

-Dick LeBeau

The World is Bigger Than You Think

These days there are numerous topics that seem to fire me up. Maybe it is the recent end to my educational pursuit (for the moment) or the lack of an immediate full time job to fall into, but my head continues to spin from all the information it is fed daily.

Today, the source of my twitch- obesity. Let me state for the court, this is not the first time I've tried to calm the nerve. In the past few days I've had the pleasure to meet a group of people so passionate, so enthusiastic, so energetic, my eyes widen, ears perked and mind went into overdrive. We the people. We the people really do have the power to change. There are people out there who truly will not stand for the brainwashing from multiple industries to continue to expand our waistlines and rest our beating hearts.

Fun fact: 25-30% of the population in 50 states has been declared obese.

So what are we going to do about it? It starts here, with you and I. It starts with you taking charge of your life, your future, and those who you care about. This is the moment when you say, "Well aren't we all living longer? Haven't we made numerous medical advances in the last few decades?" I am not here to dispute this fact. I am simply here to say, educate yourself. Not by goggleing "eating healthy"; you're bound to be faced with an overload of contradictory sales pitches fighting for your dollar and promising you loose twenty pounds in three days if you just eat their oh so tasteful frozen, packaged, processed, over-priced, nutritionless, sodium washed product. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT try this alone. I want to make it clear, I am just like you. I am not a doctor, a nutritionist or health care professional. But, I do want my grandmother to hold her grandchildren and my father to walk me down the isle.

We've all heard it, "you are what you eat". And let me tell you, we're all chemically charged. Next time you're grocery shopping or reaching in your fridge for a healthy on-the-go snack take a look at the nutrition facts. Do you know what you're putting into the only body you have. The body that we all are in some way shape or form longing to "fix".

Step One: Make a list of all the ways you wish you felt. Jot down all the things that prevent you from feeling on top of the world. I'm talking about headaches, joint pain, acid reflux, bloating, fatigue, poor vision, irregular bowl movements. All of the ways we've become accustomed to are not normal. You shouldn't get sick, feel tired daily or crave certain foods. These are the symptoms of a certain lifestyle we've all fallen into, a proven unhealthy one. Ok, so you're thin. I find it hard to believe you feel like your on cloud nine everyday or there is not a thing you wish you could change about your inner and outer being. Take the time for you. Take the time to invest in your future. Start today, with this list. At the very least it will open your eyes to your reality.


Step Two: Talk to people. You'd be surprised who else is use to feeling less than sublime and how many support systems there are out there. Busy you say, take the drama out of it. Be healthy each and every day by finding that balance of support and guidance. I firmly believe so many of us just do not know what is truth anymore. Real people, real stories, real results. These are the ones you gravitate towards. Reach out. The few who are feeling on top of the world wish that upon others. Healthy people make happy people and happy people make for a peaceful world.


Step Three: If no one comes to mind. I support you. I am happy to be there for any guidance you may need to aid in your quest to live a long, good and healthy life.

Here is a great start on the first step towards a lifetime of feeling on top of the world!

Healthy Eating: Easy Tips for Planning a Healthy Diet & Sticking to It

Why wait? We've only got one life to live.


This post is dedicated to a former California State University-Long Beach Sport Management graduate student who has been taken from this world too soon. Although I did not know this husband, son and friend personally, he will be missed and loved eternally.

What Color Do You Bleed?

Green. Well at least for the NFL season. My veins change to suit the game for the day. What better time of year then the present? This is the last Sunday without football! Not that I'm complaining really because once Lebron declared his final destination, the world embraced all the rest of the sports industry! No offense to you MLB lovers, but this girl loves her some football, basketball and hockey! And I can't wait til November.....No distractions for my ESPN family. Nonstop coverage of my vices, thank god for twitter!!

So Green, I say. The Hard Knocks, the East Coast Californication, the 2011 Super Bowl Champions.....the New York Jets. And, please quote me on this! Who knows, maybe it's because I wished so badly to find that person, that counselor, that mentor to walk with me down my master's path, I believe passionately in the power of wisdom. Sanchez lead his boys to an AFC Championship last season as a rookie, an independent, 3000 miles away from his support system. The possibilities for this year are endless! Rex acted as a coach shall by bringing Brunell to guide Sanchez and his 52 man entourage to victory. *insert song here* I mean where did the Aints come from.....seriously!

Together Mark-E-Mark are going to take the league by storm! Did I mention they have a little help from their friends.

OFFENSE
Mix in a little Hall of Fame potential, top draft picks, MVP's Pro Bowlers, league bests and a beast moving chains. Tomorrows camp debut should be intense.

DEFENSE
Heavyweight middleman, the return of Island Revis and a Cromathlete tossed with 5'8 love, CP and a "Madbacker" are likely to give the opposing offense a twitch or two.

What the Jets have is support. In the locker room, on the baseline and the field. In Cortland when it rains, it pours. When you're not puddle jumping you're covered in White. The Jets, the hand shaking the snow globe. If you look closely, you may just see a sack dance goin on inside.

See you on the fence.

Women and Football

Annoyed. That pretty much sums up my mood. I've just watched some "interviews", youtube videos and read some blogs on fantasy football. First, why are they all labeled, "girls guide to fantasy football"?

I am woman, hear me roar!~

Besides the feeling as if, as a girl, I am incapable of understanding the game, I am disgusted with the google search leading me to boobs and football instead of actual football news. Am I the only one who sat on her living room floor as a kid, screaming at the t.v. because all of a sudden the defense forgot which side had the ball! Come on', we've all seen Remember the Titans, girls like that REALLY do exist. And, NEWS FLASH, they grow into intelligent, successful women who still are in love with the game, not just the players. Sorry guys, you're talented and that's why you get paid the big bucks, not because you look good in tights.

As of now, I will be acting as a male when preparing for my 2010 team. If I don't I will be spoken to like a four year-old, flashed on more than one occasion and left feeling like an afterthought.

I am ready for some football, ready for some knowledgeable women to assist in the fantasy process and perhaps come across as an intelligent, reliable source.

I have to take a minute to acknowledge the 6, at least it took more than one hand to count them, female anchors currently on the every popular Sports Center. Although 3 of the 6 are married or spawns of high profile male sports professionals, at least they are representing the possibility of achieving this goal as a female in love with the industry, what it has potential to stand for and the greatness the entity can bring to this country in such economic despair.

Hey maybe, Sports Center could hire a female to engage the female fan in the act of fantasy league development. Just a thought, but this could lead to some kind of, ya know increase in female consumer actions.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bmZzjyO3iQ&feature=related

Ladies how does this make YOU feel.....

It's Time To Shine....with a little help from my friends!

When I first landed in Los Angeles, I was ecstatic with the opportunist climate. What better a place to pursue a career and a masters degree than a place completely overpopulated; copious with agencies, athletes, businesspersons and oozing possibilities. As I settled, the smog lingered. The more and more I engulfed myself into the professional and social sector I had the sudden notion that everything was not as it seemed. Everyone was putting on one big show. As if a film crew was following them around shooting their fifteen minutes of fame. Possibly a characteristic of Hollywood, duh, but I was not here to land an agent or spend hours sitting in a waiting room to show the talent reps what I've got, talent baby. Still I believe Los Angeles has potential for any career. Now at the end of my academic road, I am an advocate for the aura surrounding the entertainer. They can teach us all a thing or two about the form of networking. In this economy, perhaps the most powerful asset us career seekers have is the power of the relationship. This is an art. One I do not label myself as an expert, but an understudy.

Job seeking is like dating, we wouldn't waste our time with anyone who didn't make a good first impression. With this in mind, I suggest a few simple guidelines.

1. Find your red flag and wave it. Everyone has at least one good quality. If you're having a hard time pin-pointing yours, ask a friend, a colleague or a family member. You need to have confidence to ask out that hottie, and you need to have confidence in your ability.
2. Be approachable. No one is ever going to ask you to dance if your planted in the corner. Get out there. Mix, mingle, socialize. Be the one person in the room everyone wants to talk to.
3. Make eye-contact and smile. DUH!
4. Have a conversation. Let them talk. Let them tell their story, DO NOT just tell them who you are, where you've been, where you're going and how they can help. No one likes a self-loving, entitled, one-sided conversation. You'll loose them after the first five minutes of "look at me, look at me" ramblings.
5. Form a relationship. You wouldn't go up to your next potential date and ask them to marry you before even introducing yourself. Well, ok there are those overzealous individuals, but this practice is highly unsuccessful. The divorce rate is over 50%.
6. Remain optimistic. So the last person you talked to just was not feeling it. There are plenty of fish in the see. No matter what city your in.
7. Follow-up. So you have this rule not to call until at least 3 days after the first time you meet. Well, they gave you their contact information for a reason. Use it.
8. Be consistent. So they can't get you a job tomorrow. Maybe someone who knows someone who knows someone can in 6 months. They won't remember you if you don't keep in touch. All successful relationships are communicative.
9. Research the next potential informant. Where do the popular kids hang out. Go there. Know who might be there and google them. At the very least you'll learn something, but will also have an opening line. Creativity is key. We've all heard the, "Are your legs tired? Because you've been running through my mind all day."!!
10. Finally......Be all you can be. At this point you should be well into the relationship, have found your mentor and formed a lasting impression. Don't mess it up. A simple thank you goes a long way.

We are all putting on one big show.

The performance, a never-ending interview. The chance to meet our next employer, a friend of our next employer, or better yet a cousin's wife of our next employers ex-golf partner back in their hometown. You never know who you are going to meet. So go forth, stand out in the crowd, be the itch that won't go away. Good luck, hell we all need it!

Oh I am still here....

How you doin'

Haven't forgotten about my commitment, loving the challenge! Still running...off to do some sprints. Toes will probably bleed again. Hey, NO PAIN NO GAIN! A little blood never hurt anyone.

Be back soon......remember to SWEAT today (:

What am I Talking About!

Day 21:

Three weeks into my commitment.... feeling great about my personal running, but what's the point of that?

I want to touch the lives of many, help them feel the benefits I see and feel from my passion (ok obsession), get people motivated and moving! I use to want to be a personal trainer. I thought helping my clients achieve their goals would be a satisfying career move. I was wrong, my clients would simply not be enough! Only the people already aware of the importance of physical activity (and could afford me) would benefit from this career choice. I want to be a teacher, a learner, a helper, motivator, giver. I will have my own running event one day. I will teach the benefits of physical activity. I will inspire the youth to begin, teens to push to higher limits, adults to persevere, the middle-aged to set new records and the elderly to never give up. This is why I run.

Distance: 3.5 miles
Time: 30 minutes

Not Feelin' It!

Day 20:

Ok so I lied! Without some kind of caffeine I simply DO NOT feel like me....I'm not me! True I still ran today and I was planning on only running to the yummy nutrition store a couple miles away but I went farther (surprise surprise), I still didn't feel like me. Currently STILL not feeling like me. Get the drift!

So for all those people, whoever "they" are, caffeine is NOT the enemy. It's like one minute coffee will give you cancer, the next minute it will cure the bitch! To each his own, educate yourself and your body. Afterall, "they" are just talking what you could be learning firsthand!

Of to inform myself some more...

Distance: 4 miles
Time 33:00 minutes

No Caffeine Needed!

Day 19:

Need that morning coffee? It's all in your head! I got up today ran an easy 6 and walked some more. I will admit that I probably could've moved a little faster if I had my caffeine fix, but now I know I am NOT dependent on it!

So excited for this week!

Distance: 6 miles
Time: 54 minutes

Slackin'

Day 17 & 18......

I was a little preoccupied last night to even remember to log my distance in from my awesome circuit workout! I began OVER thinking my role here, my passion, my accomplishments and life in general. Needless to say I was up til 5am tossing and turning, worrying about the future.

One day at a time. I wish I had the power to achieve all I want in an instant, but I am ok with patiently waiting as long as I stay on target of what my goals and passions are.

Distance: 10 miles
Time: 115 minutes

(:

Day 17:

Missing that garmin today! Did a solid 7, but yearning to know my pace. I'm excited to get into the pool next week and workout some laps. Body will be shocked with the swim and run. Planning on taking a cycling class as well (: Oh, the little things.

Distance: 7 miles
Timd: 63 miuntes

Sad Departure

Day 16:

Had to give it back today, the garmin that is ):

Had an awesome run this morning though! I have never pushed myself so hard outside yet. Goes to show the motivational power of a tracking device. We all strive to be better. We want to be better than ourselves.

I love this feeling. Maybe that's why they call me psycho! Ha- LOVE IT!

Distance: 5 miles
Time : 39:29 minutes

Lovin Legs!

Day 15:

Kinda wondering....prob should check...if my day count is off??!!

So (didn't check), had an AMAZING leg & tosh workout today at my addiction! Maybe one of these days I will reveal my secret. Not today.

Went out for a longer run after class as well, sunny breezy hilly and glorious (: Got to get these kids moving!

Distance: 5 miles
Time: 75 minutes

All About the Timing

Day 14:

Catching up on my research to back me up on the belief that you need to crosstrain to just plain run better! My fav mag, Runners World, is always there for me. Marketability of the sport of running is very close to my heart.

After running, a complete stranger told me I looked beautiful. I will never stop running!

Distance: 7 miles
Time: 58:31 minutes

Great Timing is in Your Head

Day 13:

Damn did I feel good today on my run. It goes to show you that mentally thinking, "Yes, I can really go faster", works wonders!

However, I worked on weight and interval training the past two days. I am now convinced that in order to get my speed where I want it to be I MUST INTERVAL AND WEIGHT train! This goes for everyone, men and women. Ladies, you WILL NOT, I repeat: WILL NOT, get huge from implemented weight training into your workouts. It's a great fat-burner as well (:

Distance: 5 miles
Time; 39:39 minutes

Day 12:

Had a friend tell me I was inspiring her to run further, longer and harder! Great compliment! This is just one of the many reasons I run. I inspire to touch the lives of many!! I've got big plans for all you runners out there, but I know you've got plans too!

Made it to the trail today after weight and interval training with an awesome instructor. I'm obsessed (:

Distance: 4 miles
Time: 30 minutes

Getting it Done!

Day 11:

So happy I made it to bootcamp today! Need that weight training to get my metabolism going!

Next up.....finding a gym I can run or bike to so I can get some laptime (:

Distance: 4 miles
Time: 30 minutes

Keep Moving

Day 10:

Feeling a little like I'm lacking something today. I'm blessed in so many ways and I want to use this advantage to help those who are less fortunate than I. It seems like every single day there is news of tragedy, natural disasters or terrorists acts. We should not look to promote the unfortunate, but assist those affected. It's not enough to just be.

It is a goal of mine to spend the little time I have on this earth spreading peace, aiding the willing and reaching far beyond my potential. Not everyone is as blessed as I. Can't go through life flipping page after page, draft something worth reading.

Distance: 5.25 miles
Time: 43:31 minutes

Diet is Everything!

I really felt it today. My poor eating habits, that is.

Mind over matter. Where there's a will there's a way. Get the drift..... I KNOW what I should eat, when I should eat, how I can manage this schedule and why I should be doing it all. The trouble is actually doing it. Why is it so hard to do the right thing?

After breaking these bad eating habits (usually takes about a week or so) I feel FA NOMINAL!! The seven days of telling myself, "no you do not need that bag of popcorn" is what I am afraid of.

Well I'm just going to have to grow the hell up. If deep down I truly want to run for a cause, achieve my goals and use my ability to support others I MUST RE - FRAME FROM POPPING!!!

Despite it all I still ran but I knew I couldn't last must longer.

Distance: 9 miles
Time: 78:34 minutes

Day 8:

So not loving trying to plan a last minute trip to the Boston Marathon. I am a grad student people! There's no way I can afford to stay at a $500/night hotel!! Ugh....


But, at least I got my run in today. Early as all hell this morning. When my alarm went off at 6am, the thought of putting on my garmin and waiting for it to "locate satellites" was almost enough to keep in bed for another hour before work! Relax, breathe and get the hell up was exactly how I talked myself into it. Let me tell you the power of self-talk is remarkable. The feeling of accomplishment even-more-so.

I have ran for at least 4miles for nine days straight. (Day 1 was really last monday @ 9miles!)

I am so proud of myself and ready for so much more. Now, I just need to get to Boston!

Distance: 4.25 miles
Time: 35:53 minutes

Another thankful day

Day 7:

Kickin back with my feet up in the sun on this gorgeous day in Beverly Hills! My run was great again today, could feel myself smiling.

Checking out the sites for Chicago and Boston Marathons. Booking my flight to see the excitement and energy of Boston! I cannot wait to run the streets!

Distance: 7 miles
Time: 60:13 minutes

Who needs a day off!

Day 6:

Beautiful sunshiney day in Cali this afternoon. My run was awesome in the 86 degree weather! Oh how I LOVE the heat. Heard its gonna be 60 and raining on Wednesday....damn. I will, of course still run.

Heard back from two inspirational runners today. Can't wait to pick their brains. Hopefully I won't have to wait too long and I will be hitting the pavement i states I've yet to pounce.

Distance: 4 miles
Time: 33:31 minutes

Keepin' it Real

Day 5:

Very, very, VERY important to also include some interval and weight training into your exercise regime. I can't tell you how much a difference I can feel in all of my runs when I include just two days of weight training. My speed increases, my stamina lasts longer and I literally feel my metabolism increase even hours after I've set down the dumbbell!

So this week I did legs on Tuesday and full body today! Amazing.....aghhh, not so fast.... I still included my run!

Distance: 4.5 miles
Time: 35:12 minutes

The running society

Day 4:

So I met a fellow runner today sitting in starbucks working on my thesis for grad school on what motivates a runner to run. She was told never to run again after high school. She has lime disease. She has a condition that causes her body to stroke after giving birth, she just had a baby a few months ago. She has ran three marathons and is training to run in San Fran this summer.

INSPIRING! She expressed how her motivation was taken to a whole new level by running for the AIDS Marathon cause. We chatted for awhile. I believe we all are running for a cause, some of us just haven't found what it is yet.

Anywhere in the world runners connect on a level that only a runner can relate to. It's like we're all in sync, we all "get it". It's a group I am blessed to have discovered.

Distance: 5 miles
Time: 42:23 minutes

And the Base keeps runnin'!

Day 3:

Told myself I wasn't gonna do it today....only 3 miles, easy....take it easy for today.....

YA RIGHT! This self-talk technique doesn't work for me. This proves the mentality of a runner. It is a mind game. I've got to learn how to mentally prepare for a marathon before I even begin to train or I'll never make it.

Distance: 7 miles
Time: 59:23 minutes

And I'm Off...

Day 2:

Hate to say it but DAMN it felt good to run today! There's something to be said about risin' an runnin'!! Sometimes it sucks, and sometimes, just sometimes its a high like no other. Yes, I'm speaking of the runner's high. You know the one, where people are looking at you in astonishment because your smiling as your hauling ass up that hill! That was me today, loving every minute of it.

Now, who wants to get high!?!

Distance:7 miles
Time: 59:44minutes

Yes, YES! you can!

Not sure where to begin in this new endeavor of the blogging world...

I'm a runner, well at least I thought I was a runner. My 30 or so miles I log per week is nothing compared to the 26.2 accomplishment in one day by the 25,000 participants of the LA Marathon this past Sunday, March 21, 2010. All shapes, sizes, ages, races and willful participants PAID to travel the new course presented by the LA Marathon this 25th year, from the Stadium-to-the-Sea. Paid to feel the pain, paid to be a needle in a haystack, paid to accomplish. I believe deep within my soul that everyone can partake in this activity. In a wheelchair you say, the sight of the handcyclists crossing the start line and still going strong in Mile 18, well words cannot express this sight. Now, please complain about your bad knees, back, ankle....blah blah blah. Be thankful that you can feel the pain.

I am honored to have been a witness of this inaugural event. To each any every participant, I thank you for the many moments of awe, happiness and inspiration.

So, let me reframe from expressing my feeling as if I am not a runner. I am. I may have yet to cross the finish line, but I vow from this moment on that I will run at the least a mile each day for 365 days. No matter how tired, sore, busy, hungry....


Let this year, Day 1 March 23, 2010, begin a new chapter in my life. I will run, I will speak out loud about it, I will try to get the masses to follow! Do not tell me you can't, because YES! YOU CAN!