The snowball affect.

Staying motivated this week has been a challenge. You know how sometimes one thing throws you off and the rest snowballs until you are not even sure how it all started? Well, that has been my week. Work has been full of odd moments, and at home nothing seems to fall in place quite like I want. The next few weeks will be a challenge, and I am not looking forward to it, but as long as I take one thing at a time I know everything will get done.

Most of the time things never turn out as bad as you think they will. Hopefully that will be the case this time.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.



I am not sure if today was a good day, or a bad one. It started off with facebook showing me my most liked picture from 2015, it was one of the us that no longer is. Seeing it flashed me back to that day, and what a good one it was, the kind that makes you feel like everything will always be perfect and happiness is never-ending.

Work had a few odd moments scattered throughout the day. Some good and encouraging, while others left me questioning everything. Then right when I thought everything was smooth sailing for the rest of the evening, I got the dreaded text at 8pm that something needed to be taken care of at work, so back in I go. It was the last thing I wanted to do, and it turned out it never had to be done in the first place.

I guess there is some kind of reason for everything, but today was full of moments I could have done without. Now at the end of the day I am confused, slightly frustrated and tired. I am extremely thankful that days like this are far and few between.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

A week day hike.


Sometimes I forget how much hiking meant to me last year. Out on the trail was where I thought about the things I wish I could forget, but never will. I left a lot of heart ache and pain along the way and came back stronger.


This year it has taken me a little longer to get back into the routine of hiking, but something about my last few adventures has me hooked again. The sound of the stream the calm breezes and time in the woods has been good for me. Today as I relaxed in my hammock at one of my favorite spots I flipped through the journal pages of last year’s hikes. I am glad I have the record to look back on, and that I continue to record more hikes on the pages.

I wish I knew where the rest of this summer was taking me, but one this is for sure I plan on spending a lot more time hiking and enjoying the stillness all around me.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.


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My counter.

I’ve been helping with a swim clinic for local high schoolers. Today I counted laps for one of the girls who is hoping to swim on the varsity team this coming year. Among the many things she needs to do to make this dream a reality is to swim a 500 yards in under 9 minutes. It was strange being the one that counted instead of the one swimming. The whole thing made me very nostalgic.

Since my last high school meet the pool has been renovated. Nothing really looks the same, but I can still remember what it was like to compete in that space. I can hear the roar of the crowd and encouraging word from my coaches and team mates. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach as I stepped onto the starting block and the comforting feeling of hitting the water when the race begins. While helping with this clinic a flood of memories has swept over me, and dropping the counter into the water today for someone else was no different.

There is a strange bond that is formed between a distance swimmer and their counter. I remember more than a few times looking down at the end of my before the race and seeing their encouraging smile and feel a rush of confidence. The counter is a constant form of encouragement, when you see the number drop you know someone is cheering for you even though you can hear almost nothing. A 500 can be a long lonely race at times, but I loved it and once upon a time I was pretty good.

The record I once held has been broken. My shoulder can handle very little swimming and nothing too fast, but my mind still has a passion for the water and I am glad to be given this opportunity to share my knowledge and encouragement to this generation of swimmers.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

The stillness.

I went for a run today. It was quiet and peaceful, my path looped me through the cemetery and the BOCES campus. The first half mile was up hill at a steady incline, and I was proud that I pushed though. I saw very few people and enjoyed focusing on each stride and the sound of my breathing. I used to run with music, but I found that it distracted me from the calm that running gives me. When music is running through my head I focus on it, when I should be paying more attention to my surroundings and whatever internal battle I need to work out.

What was meant to be a two miles, turned into 3.4. The stillness was too wonderful, I simply wanted to continue, to push on. Tomorrow I will be a little sore, but in a way that is part of the fun. Hopefully this week I can make the time for a few more evening runs, after all, I need to earn every scoop of ice cream.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.


img_7073From Monday to Friday I was obsessed with one thing, my step count. I am not exaggerating when I say all I did was sleep, work, eat and walk. By the end of the week my apartment was disaster and my legs were sore, but my step count were amazing! My grand total for the work week was 101,272 steps. Not only did this earn me first place, but was also my personal best during a Workweek Hustle Challenge.

Although I do not think I will maintain this insane week step count moving forward, it was fun to prove to myself that I could do it. There are some weeks that you need to achieve something that seems out of reach. This was my unachievable thing and the success was so sweet.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

An odd week.

This was an odd week, so full of ups and downs. I can honestly say I have no clue what side won. What I do know is that tomorrow morning I will sleep in and start to get the things done that were left behind this week. Hopefully next week will be better and full of nothing but happy moments and smooth days.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.