My First Marathon: Alis Volat Propriis

After 21 weeks of training and exactly 26 days from my 51st birthday, I ran 26.2 miles and crossed the finish line of my very first marathon. It’s been a truly amazing journey. A journey that I had put off for so many years, for so many reasons. Reasons such as …my body won’t let me run that far, I’m too old for a marathon, it will take me too long, the training is too time consuming and even lying to myself and others when I would say that I truly had no desire to ever run a full.

While I truly believed these reasons excuses and they certainly have some validity, what they all boiled down to was fear. Fear of failure. Of course, I didn’t want to admit that to myself or to anyone else but that is exactly what it was. It was so much easier to wrap my fears in excuses than to face them and that is exactly what I was doing  …that is until January 27, 2018, when I stood at the starting line in the rain with an iffy foot and two black toenails as a reminder of the miles and miles of training leading up to this moment. This was it, I was about to embark on a new journey …a journey which would consist of 26.2 miles of determination, joy, discomfort, soul-searching, pain, pride, human will and ultimately a satisfaction and sense of accomplishment like nothing I’ve ever experienced.Mississippi Blues Continue reading


Marathon Anticipations

In some ways it’s been a long 20 weeks, yet it also seems to have flown by. My journey to my first 26.2 is coming to a close and the only thing left to do is weather stalk, rest, hydrate and daydream about that finish line. I shared with you all last week all of my worries and concerns, so I thought it only fitting that this week I share with you the things I am most looking forward to with this, my first and most likely my only, marathon.

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Marathon Woes: What if?

In less than 24 hours, I will be exactly one week away from lining up at the starting line of my first full marathon. I’m anxious, excited and yes …afraid. Okay, afraid may be too harsh ….it’s more like worried. Yes, I’m worried.

I will readily confess that, by nature, I tend to be a worrier. Just ask Major Hubs. There’s a running joke between us in that every time I say something like …’but what if  _______  happens’, he always responds with ‘yeah, and a meteor could fall out of the sky and hit {you/me/or whoever else I may be worrying about at the time}. Are you going to worry about that too?’ Hmmmm ….It’s quite possible. Continue reading

2017 ’twas a Blinging Good Year!

While the year began in a bit of a slump due to a nagging irritable ankle which followed me into the new year, I’d most definitely say the best was saved for last!

What I found to be most interesting looking back on the past year is that this is the first year since I began running (12 years ago) to not participate in a 5k. Crazy, huh? ….apparently I was so busy with two moves, four half marathons and hundreds of miles of cycling to even notice. However, despite the lack of 5k’s, the year was filled with meeting new friends, accomplishing new goals and spending countless Saturday mornings getting the miles in with my favorite running partner, Major Hubs ..what more can one ask for!


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Fall Races: What’s on the LadyBird’s Schedule?

Ahhhh, the sights, sounds and scents of Fall …who doesn’t love this season? The sound of a crackling fire, the sweet sugary taste of candy corn, the beautiful colors of leaves floating to the ground, the sound of leaves crunching under foot and the crispness that fills the air ….these are just a few of my favorite things about Fall. I also love that with the arrival of Fall, it usually brings with it cooler temperatures and less humidity which in turn drives most runners to start signing up for every race they can possibly fit into their schedules. Am I right?

Today’s Tuesdays on the Run topic is all about Fall Races, so let’s see where I’ll be running over the next few months. Where will your running shoes take you this Fall?Fall

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Smile, you never know who’s watching…

Eleven months ago I left my job of seven years to take one as the manager/bookkeeper of a gym. It wasn’t the easiest decision to make because I would be giving up flexible hours and Fridays off for one of fairly strict hours. However, I decided to take a leap of faith and give it a go for several reasons:

  1. I loved being in the gym. After all, it’s where I had discovered the new “me” back in my early 40’s.

  2. I had, at one time, dreamed of how wonderful it would be to have my own gym. What better way to get your feet wet without the financial obligation than to manage one? Test drive it before you buy it!

  3. I thought this would be a great way for me to become even more fit! Makes sense, right? Ha! What a challenge that has been. It seems I have less time to workout now that I work in my favorite place than I ever did before. But that’s a story for another post.

Shortly after I began, a young wife new to the area, joined our gym. She didn’t know how long she and her husband would be in town and didn’t know anyone. I connected her with one of our personal trainers and she became a regular face in the morning hours. With an ever positive attitude and a welcome compliment tossed my way, I enjoyed getting to know this young lady and encouraging her along the way.

Today, she stopped by the gym for the last time to say “goodbye” as she and her husband are moving back to Georgia. As we southerners say ….she brought me a little “happy”, which,in itself, was incredibly thoughtful. A coffee mug with my favorite quote “find joy in the journey”. She said she had noticed my Momentum Jewelry bracelet, which I wore most days, had this quote on it. Honestly though, as sweet as this gesture was; it was her note that meant so much more. “….I cannot thank you enough for welcoming me and being that smiling face every day….” What?? Here I thought she was the smiling face, the one who always complimented me, making me feel pretty darn good about being almost 50!! After all, I was just doing my job, right?


My point is this …all of the reasons that I took this job were for ME and about ME. However, what I have found is quite the contrary. I’m finding that my purpose here may be far greater than furthering my own fitness journey. Instead, it may just be that my purpose is to not only encourage, motivate and educate others in their own fitness journey; but more importantly, my role is evolving into one of a listener, therapist, friend and “smiling face” for everyone that enters our doors.

So, to answer my own question …if being a friend and a”smiling face” to fellow gym goers is my job, then yes, I was just doing my job and I couldn’t ask for a better job!

“Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.” ~Mother Teresa

🙂  Smile, the weekend is here!

Finding fabulous at fifty, one smile at a time


Dancing with Change

“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it and join the dance” ~Alan Watts

Experiencing change in my life has always been something I enjoyed, looked forward to and sometimes even sought after. For me, change has always been viewed as a new adventure, a chance to meet new people, learn new skills and grow as an individual. I’ve learned that every now and then I feel the restlessness settling in and I NEED change, even if it’s something as simple as rearranging the living room furniture or a new comforter for the bedroom. So here I am, finding myself feeling restless once again …..yet, this time it’s different. It’s unsettling, unwanted and uncomfortable.

I will admit that I’m one of those women that has always thought a lot about age. When I was a little girl, I couldn’t wait to become a teenager and it was pretty good. Next, I found myself anxious to reach my 20’s where I imagined having my own apartment, boyfriend, no curfew and grocery shopping for myself would be so cool ….and it was! Marriage and a baby soon followed those early twenties putting me on that roller coaster called “Motherhood” leaving me with 3 little boys, exhausted yet utterly fulfilled. So much so, that I don’t even remember anticipating my 30’s because they were a blessed whirlwind of ball games, soccer, boy scouts, church programs, school functions, laundry, boo-boo’s and bedtime stories. Lordy, lordy, then came 40! What in the world??? For the first time in my life, I was NOT anxiously awaiting this age! My little boys were getting bigger, the baby was beginning kindergarten, the husband was consumed with his medical practice and I suddenly found myself wondering things like …”Who am I? “What do I do with my time?” “What do I enjoy?” and “What is my purpose?”.  It was difficult and uncomfortable and I knew that it was time for a change. So I did what I always did when I had this feeling …I went shopping! Because who doesn’t feel better after buying a new pair of shoes, right?? Right! So, while I was standing in front of the mirror in the department store admiring the new shoes I was about to purchase, it hit me ….I knew at that moment the change had to be ME! It was time to focus on me for a change and the first thing I wanted to do was lose all of that “Motherhood” weight I had gained over the years. Admittedly, at first, it was 100% about being thinner. I had always been thin and never had to worry about weight at all. However; birthing babies, years of ball park food and all of those evening glasses of wine intended to help wind down after a long day of chasing three little boys around changes that metabolism a bit! But what began as an “oh my gosh! When did I get so fat?” journey, quickly turned into an “oh my gosh! I feel so healthy” journey and I’ve never looked back. It’s been the best gift I’ve ever given to myself and my only regret is that I didn’t see the value in this lifestyle sooner. I began running and lifting weights and quickly reached my weight goal. But that was just another number ….a number on a scale. That number meant far more than what I weighed. It represented my health, accomplishment, both mental and physical strength and endless possibilities for the future. Now, let me be clear, I’m just your average runner …some would even say just a “jogger”. Over the past 10 years I’ve run 7 half marathons, 5k’s and 10k’s too numerous to count and a few duathlons. I’m slower than a turtle running through peanut butter, but I run. I run to stay healthy, I run to stay sane an I run because it makes me happy.

With all of that being said, we’ve come full circle …back to the beginning of this post, back to the purpose of this blog. Here I am, standing on the edge of change, feeling frustrated with myself for placing so much importance on a number …an age. The big one, the big FAT 50! And this one stings, it hurts my pride and it just plain sucks. Not because I feel lost like before; not at all! I’ve found myself over the past ten years and I like her a lot. But I’m changing against my own will; my body is changing, hormones are changing, those dang hot flashes are torturing me, my normal workout routine is just not cutting it anymore, it’s requiring more and more exercise to maintain and that really ticks me off, I seem to be plagued with running injuries preventing me from exercising, further fueling my irritability and zero patience for stupidity! Wow, I must seem like a summer picnic for all the men in my house!! By the way …I must take a second to say that I do have the most wonderfully loving, patient and understanding hubby ever to walk this earth! (Thank God for ‘second chances’!)

Whether it is sought after or whether it seeks us out, change is inevitable. I know this, so how do I embrace this change?

“The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new”   ~Socrates

And there it is …the answer to a question posed in 2016 is as old as Socrates himself. I will embrace this change with courage, humility, confidence and as much humor as possible. For I’m in search of the woman I’ve yet to become!

“Fabulous” found me at 40 and now I’m on a mission of Finding “Fabulous” at Fifty!