Just Run


Photo Credit: Seth Macey

There are so many healthy living blogs, articles, Instagram accounts, Facebook pages, and other social media outlets that give you advice on how to become a runner. And I used to obsess over every single one.

But then I quit. Cold turkey. Because the best advice I ever got was, “just run.”

It’s really that simple.

Believe me, in the beginning, my “running” was not what most would consider a good run. I got winded at the quarter-mile mark and I’d stop. But I persevered, I kept going. Each day I’d get on the treadmill or pound the pavement and I’d run. I didn’t quit.

And then something extraordinary happened. Eventually, those quarter-mile runs turned into half-mile runs. And the half-mile runs turned into mile runs. And I kept going. I wouldn’t stop. Because the longer I did it, the better I got at it. Running takes time.

It doesn’t matter if you run for 2 minutes or 2 hours. It doesn’t matter whether you’re training for a marathon or doing it just to be healthy. The whole point of being a runner is to run.

On those days when I had no motivation, I’d whisper to myself, “just run.” And I would. That was all it took to motivate me to get moving again. Even if I had been running a few miles each day, those less-ambitious days I’d “just run” even if it meant only a quarter-mile.

Two little words and my life has been transformed. It truly is that simple.

Just run.


A Day In My Life – The World Can Take Care Of Itself 


I’m done being supportive and encouraging. I’ve neglected myself for long enough. I’m taking August off to take care of myself. 

It’s stressful times for oil families in Canada. We’ve been through the ringer and back. And just when we think things are getting better, they get worse again. It’s been this way for almost three years. The stress is starting to make me feel ill. Literally. 

Summer holidays is when every parent realizes how underpaid our teachers truly are. On top of doing what we normally do every day, now we have to entertain the kids that are home during summer. This is not an easy task. I don’t know who said it first, but the saying is true – trying to clean your house while the kids are home is like brushing your teeth while eating Oreos. No truer words have ever been spoken. 

I’ve been dealing with grown-out hair roots for months because I’ve been too busy to get my ass to the salon. I avoid mirrors and live in hats right now. I wear the same active baseball mom capris every day with oversized t-shirts. I’ve only worn one summer dress this year. It’s time for me to take care of myself and feel better about myself. Because that hasn’t happened yet this year. When you’re busy, taking care of yourself is always the last on the list. 

But no more. I’ve dealt with enough bullshit in the past few months from everyone and it’s time for me to take a step back. I have a hair appointment soon to fix my roots. I have a stack of books that are about to be read. And my headphones are about to get used so much that the money I paid for them will be worth it. 

I’m tapping out for the month of August. The world will just have to take care of itself because I’ll be busy taking care of me