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Winter running: I'm over it

I can only be badass for so long. Winter running, I'm so over you.

When I started Couch to 5K on March 1 last year, it wasn't exactly in ideal weather conditions. I distinctly remember taking Kenlee out in the jogging stroller (bundled and covered) for a run on sleet covered streets around the beginning of April. It sucked, but I was proud I didn't let Mother Nature stop me. I've since taken on rain, wind and extreme heat as well. I usually feel pretty awesome when I finish a run despite the elements.

But this winter has been my first running in the worst our Midwest weather has to offer. When I took on the Runner's World Run Streak challenge from Thanksgiving to New Year's, it toughened me up, so to speak. I only had a handful of days where I limited myself to 1 mile due to the weather. And even those handful weren't so awful looking back.

Because now that I've survived January's polar vortex — TWICE — December looks downright sunny.

When the fir…

I’ll hold on to all those memories

This column was printed in The Bryan Times on Monday, Jan. 27.

It’s never easy to say goodbye.

But lately, I’ve said it more times than I would like, and it doesn’t get easier.

You see, this week will be my last at The Times because I have accepted a job offer in a new career field.

As much as I am excited to start fresh in an exciting opportunity, I find myself sad at the same time. It doesn’t matter where I’m going or what I’ll be doing — I’ll still miss this place and the people in it.

I wish that giving two weeks’ notice wasn’t the norm for professionalism. I realize I need to stay and tie up loose ends, but at the same time it’s extremely difficult to continue working when I know in just a few more days my work won’t matter any more. Just “poof!” and I’ll be gone, and everyone will have to carry on without me. It’s hard to imagine.

My career at The Times had its ups and downs — and the public has seen most of them in print. But the memories I’ve made here will be lasting.

I’ll nev…

One picture says it all

A few months back, when I ran the OSU 4-Miler with my husband, I decided to celebrate my weight loss with a T-shirt. At first, I thought it was a great idea, then I felt self-conscious about putting myself out there for judgement (which was all in my head). Thankfully, Kyle convinced me to go through with it anyway.

When the photos went online after the race, I quickly glanced through but I had zero intention of buying any. But weeks went by and Kyle was constantly telling our friends and family how much fun he had and how he'll never forget finishing on the 50-yard line of the Horseshoe.

So for Christmas, I bought this photo of us at the finish line and gave to it Kyle so he could always remember that day. He loved it.

Now, after seeing the framed copy in my dining room for several weeks, I realize how much that picture means to me as well. The pure joy on my face in that moment — combined with my T-shirt — shows the positive impact that weight loss and running have made in my l…

Since I've been gone (from blogging)

It's been a while since I've opened up the old dashboard and tapped out a post. But, you know, the holidays happened. Then we had #Snowmageddon and I was too busy worrying to actually focus and write something coherent. Being trapped in the house for two whole days really does something to your brain.

Anyway, since I last blogged, I:

• Had a wonderful Christmas with my awesome family. Seriously, this year was magic. Watching my child as she opened presents, sang carols and waved at Santa (because she was too scared to actually sit on his lap) was the best experience ever.

• Ate way too many cookies (but didn't really care).

• Managed to write a few good columns for work in between vacation time, level 3 snow emergencies and sick days. Check out last week's, on vulnerability.

• Somehow managed to set a new 5K PR (26:31) in a small Candy Cane Run AND miraculously went home with a third place medal for my age division!

• Jumped in a freezing cold lake on New Year's …

Giving my words power, vulnerability

This column appeared The Bryan Times on Monday, Jan. 6.

My friend Jodie has a special tattoo on her foot. It’s a pink ribbon with the phrase “Words Are Power,” and the initials RBS for Robin B. Spangler.

I did not know Mrs. Spangler before she passed away from breast cancer, but I do know many of her students. That phrase, one I’m told the former English teacher used often, has always struck a chord with me.

Sometimes find the right words, the right way to say what I feel, can change everything. It may be a single word, or an entire book, but vocabulary nonetheless has a powerful influence on our lives.

Last week, I met with Jean Wise for an interview. For once, I was the one being questioned and not the other way around. Jean was writing about my weight loss and running journey as part of some health and wellness pages in The Times coming this week.

Jean and I could have chatted forever, about weight loss, work, life, the Buckeyes — anything. But what struck me at one point was …