Journey to 140.6

*Warning! Long post. Recommended with a beer of choice and a block of time. As many of you know, writing is extremely therapeutic for me and this was one of the most enjoyable things to document. I hope you enjoy!*

So…an Ironman, huh? I don’t exactly remember some defining moment that inspired me to officially sign-up for an Ironman, but I do know now that it was one of the most significant (and frankly, awesome) decisions I could have ever made in my life. An Ironman is no small feat. Deciding to undergo the training in and of itself requires a REAL understanding of such a commitment, or you set yourself up for failure, or worse…quitting. I chose the Coeur D’Alene event because of the timeframe it would allow me to train, the location sounded beautiful, and it was known to be a “great first Ironman” by the triathlon community. What I learned on my journey, from the minute I sat on my bed clicking the “purchase” button in December 2015, to sitting here now typing this recap, a newly minted Ironman, telling you my story, was that Ironman is so, so much more than the physical distances of the race.

Back in my college days, I was a very competitive triathlete on the Cal Triathlon team. My tri roommates and I ate, drank, and slept all things triathlon, from breakfast nutrition to cycling nutrition to, yes, the nutrition facts in our beer mugs. We constantly had suits hanging to dry, spare tubes strewn across the house, water bottles and caps galore, and bike trainers shoved into the corner of any room. I knew every brand of bike, running shoe, bike component, how many calories were in every Gu/bar/recovery drink, and exactly what my 5k race pace was on any given day. We were REAL triathletes, obsessed with the sport, and competitive as hell.

Ok now let’s fast forward back to the beginning of my training, in February, where I haven’t REALLY touched a road bike in, oh, 2 years since my last race and hadn’t been in the pool just as long. I no longer owned a bike trainer, and the styles and types of running shoes had changed so much since my college days. I was re-learning the sport, and not only that, from a VERY different angle. We raced Olympic and Sprint distances, which took mostly under 3 hours, whereas this was A 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, 26.2 mile run and I was looking at a solid 13 hour timeframe. The endurance game, the mental game, the nutrition game…this was like nothing I had ever tackled before. It forced my loose, free floating, au-natural “I don’t need data to train” personality to buckle the f%#* down and get real with what I was about to take on.

Fast forwarding even further, to the couple of days leading up to the big race. I’m still not sure I was completely dialed into just HOW many miles I was about to do in one sitting (heh), and part of me is thankful my head never fully wrapped itself completely around that or I would have been more of a mental nutcase than I already was. I attribute this partly to my lifelong training as an athlete, which meant a high level of durability and trust in my own body, and part of it was because in certain areas…I was severely undertrained and probably just in denial. And for that, I have slight regret but I also now see it as a huge opportunity to shave a ton of time off of my next Ironman (yes, I said my next one).

With my rucksack, my bag-o-gear, and my bike box (with a relatively sketchy pack job of said bike) in tow, I took an early morning flight to Spokane, WA on Thursday, August 18th where I picked up our rental car for the weekend.

Bike box, check! Arrival in Spokane

I had the whole day to myself, as Neil and my mom, my amazing supporters onsite for the weekend, were flying in later that night and on Friday. I immediately drove to City Park at Lake Coeur D’Alene, where the race, transition area, and athlete village were located. My nerves were on fire, because showing up and beginning the check-in process meant that this was actually happening. I actually remember telling myself to sloooooow down and ‘just breathe’ at least 5 or 6 times throughout that day. When I parked at check-in, I walked immediately to the lake and was in absolute awe of how gorgeous it was.

Lake Coeur D’Alene, and the start of the swim from the edge of Transition/Athlete Village

It calmed me down quite a bit, and I kept telling myself ‘when it gets hard, just take a look around you. Be thankful for being here. Smile.” I was actually glad I had all day to be solo, to check-in, take stock of the village, purchase a few (ok A LOT OF) things, browse the merchandise shop, and just gather thoughts. I just kept thinking about how everything in my life had revolved around training, planning my training, thinking about training…and here it was. It was race time. Like…there it was, out of nowhere. No turning back now. Excuse my language, but holy SHIT (I said that a lot over the course of those 3 days, by the way. And the f-word. Particularly on the 2nd half of the bike. Stay tuned for that).

Officially official

At check-in I got my super sweet neon yellow “Ironman” wristband first. What fun it was walking around town that weekend, eyeing other wristband-wearers, and giving them the “nod” aka the look that said “hey good luck and are you scared? Cause I’m a little scared.” I then received all of my bags (you get A LOT of bags), my timing chip, free backpack, and other random crap you will need for the weekend, like meal vouchers and a pass for your family to go get your bike in transition after the race. This cracked me up because let’s be real, when you finish that race, you’re basically a non-functional child-like being and have zero capability of doing things for yourself like putting on a sweatshirt or, god forbid, “gathering your own gear”. You’ve got to love how Ironman realized this, and thus, decided to grant athletes’ families permission.

#374, ready to fly

I had some time to kill after I checked in, so I took my bike to get unpacked by the amazing bike mechanics who had a whole shop set up, and somehow ended up paying them to basically put it together, tune it up, put some super light race-day wheels on it, and install my aero-bars for me. It was actually totally worth every penny I (over)spent because it took all of my bike worries away. I decided that the last thing I needed to worry about was a flat tire, brakes that needed tuned up, or a skippy chain. I wanted a beautiful, functional, fast bike and I got just that. It was perfection.

With even MORE time to kill (Neil didn’t get in until midnight), I went and saw a movie downtown in Coeur D’Alene, ‘Bad Moms’ – I even ate popcorn. Carb loading, ya know? Speaking of nutrition, at this point I was on a mission to drink insane amounts of water and I was peeing every 30 minutes. So even though I only saw, like, 3/4 of the movie, it was still the perfect amount of chick-flick cute and distracting to take my mind off the race for a few hours. I then slammed a personal pizza from a joint downtown, got lost on the internet for a few minutes reading “Last Minute Ironman Advice” articles and other self-masochistic pieces, and headed to my hotel to relax, organize my stuff (again), and sleep before picking up Neil…well I ended up watching the Olympics, painting my nails and giving myself a facial, and not sleeping instead. Go figure. After getting my man from the airport, with THE biggest smile on my face to finally see him, we headed back to get some sleep in our very poorly air-conditioned room. It was sleep nonetheless, and I hadn’t been doing much of that lately.

Friday morning, Neil and I went on a 4 mile easy run through downtown Spokane (which, it turns out, is utterly adorable), and got breakfast at a great little café on the river that served Apple donuts with a brown sugar butter. Perfect pre-race fuel if you ask me. I was truly relieved and calmed by his presence, a feeling that would last the whole weekend and that I attribute to getting to the start point without a panic attack. I was beyond thankful and felt so lucky that he wanted to be there for me. We  then packed up and headed to the airport to pick up my mom, the 2nd half of the amazing Team 0.0, and we drove to Lake Coeur D’Alene (again) to check into our hotel, the resort right next to transition and hugging the beautiful lake. A huge shout out to my mom for booking a room here. It made life over the next few days (and on race day) an absolute breeze, it was a beautiful hotel, and they had a hot tub with jets that I gladly took advantage of. 🙂 Needless to say, I was armed and ready with THE best support crew a gal could have ever dreamed of.

Supporting my need for a nerve-calming adult beverage

Friday night we browsed the athlete village, got some last minute (and some fun) things, had a few beers in the Sierra Nevada tent where we met a few other racers. They kindly offered some first-time Ironman advice to me, and this conversation also helped to calm my nerves. What is the saying, “misery loves company”? Well, nervous loves company as well. There is a strange comfort in knowing that others are experiencing the same emotions as you, just as there truly is strength in community…and that’s something I thought about a lot as I was trudging along during those middle miles of the marathon – “well, we all hurt, and we’re all a little nuts, try to laugh at it.”

That evening was also the Opening Ceremony where Race Directors, Volunteers, and a few athletes gave race details, told stories, and lots of tear-inducing videos were played. When you do long and difficult events like these, there is a big focus on the “why”, and the importance of remembering your “why” is very stressed. The idea is that you’re going to have to call on that during the low points of the event. Many of the participants were running for late family members, in honor of friends with disabilities, themselves, the list goes on. So…what was my “why?” Why was I signing myself up for a world of hurt, willingly, and PAYING for it? Why was I choosing to put myself in a physically and emotionally stressful situation when I could, I don’t know, NOT do that and just work out for fun? I’ll touch on that in a bit.

After the ceremony, we had dinner at a great little Italian restaurant, where Neil “lovingly” rationed my wine intake (“my athlete” he kept calling me, as he’d carry my things to relieve the physical exertion or run little errands for me so I didn’t have to think so hard. What a trooper he truly was). We had a very fun and relaxed evening, and hit the hay pretty early. At this point in the trip, I was glowing. The ceremony left me extremely pumped up and actually EXCITED for race day, I had 2 of my favorite people there with me, and I was feeling physically energized and beginning to trust I had tapered right (now, please note that these feelings would and did change on a dime, and at any given moment I’d become so terrified and so nervous that I felt numb, and freak out that I was over/under trained. All part of the journey, right?)

Friday night at the lake
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Saturday was a balancing act of taking some time to myself, getting a swim and a bike in, checking in all of my gear, and trying to just RELAX. We had a wonderful dinner on a floating restaurant called Cedar’s across the bridge from Coeur D’Alene town, a place I’d be passing 4 times on the bike and using as a “thank god you’re almost to Transition” mile marker the next day. We went to bed around 9 that night…for we had a VERY early wake-up call.

Race Day!


3:45am, alarm goes off, and “holy shit” is the first thing that enters my brain (I told you). Neil got up with me and we went down and got coffee and breakfast – oatmeal, banana, energy bar. Over in transition, the nervous energy from athletes running around was as pungent as I expected it to be. Scatter brained, we all dropped off “Special Needs” bags (these magically appeared around mile 63 of the bike, and then again on the run at either mile 9 or 18, with extra “anything” that you decided you might need or want. Mine contained Sour Patch Kids, Snickers, and Potato Chips). After almost losing Neil and my mom in the midst of the madness, I finally found him, threw my wetstuit on, got body-marked, and we made our way to the lakefront where warm-up was taking place. 15 minutes to go. I said my goodbye’s to he and my mom, walked to the beach, put my goggles on, stood at the surf line…and cried.

Literally before I knew it, the wave lines started to form (I was in the first corral, for 1-hour and under), the National Anthem had played, and we were underway! About 5 minutes after the gun shot, I was diving into the water. It was a rolling start, which meant they filed you into the water 2-3 at a time, and that meant very little impact with other swimmers. All in all, I don’t have much to report on the swim – except that it was awesome. The water was a bath-like 71 degrees, choppy water, but I’m a good swimmer and thus choppy doesn’t give me a lot of struggle, PLUS I only had to do the water polo climb over maneuver on another swimmer one time. It was long, but I felt strong and barely used my legs to save them for the long road(s) ahead of me.

1st lap done, on to the 2nd for a total of 2.4 miles in 1:06

I tried to take glimpses around me as a swam, and hold to the advice which was “take the swim easy, enjoy it – it’s the calmest part of the day.” When I was about to exit the water, I mentally prepared myself for the bike – the part I was absolutely the most nervous for. “One pedal stroke at a time…do the thing in front of you – the hill, the turn, the stretch…don’t think about what you have coming, just do the thing in front of you. Enjoy it. Take it easy. Keep your heart rate low. Smile.” 1:06 later, I exited the water. Super happy with that time.

Transition 1: This is fun! Running up the beach into T1 was so exciting, with people lining the chute and screaming like crazy. Adrenaline was at a high at this point. When you entered transition, you got wetsuit-stripped by a few volunteers and shuffled into the change tent, where I, like a jittery and anxious child, threw my bike shoes and helmet on and tried to get re-oriented (swimming horizontally for an hour and then standing/running, you tend to get a little light headed). The paparazzi camera dude followed me running to my bike, where mom and Neil were also standing outside transition and holding such adorable signs that they are sure to make it into the recap video. I took a deep breath, grabbed my bike, waved a kiss to my support crew and ran out to the mount line. Off I went. 112 miles till the next transition. Holy Shit.

The first 56 miles, I felt, honestly, very strong. It made me chuckle a little bit when I hit the 56 mile marker, thinking back to how scared I was about doing a 70.3 race (where the bike distance stops at 56 miles), and how far I’d come. It gave me the boost of confidence I needed to get through the next 56…and boy did I need some help. The course was 2 loops to make up 56 miles, so repeated, you did each loop twice, meaning we rode through the main transition area and passed all of the spectators a total of 4 times, including the bike finish (got that?!). I got to see mom and Neil on my way out onto the 3rd loop, and it was yet another burst of energy I needed to get through the second half. I remember reading about how valuable it can be to just see a familiar face, even if only for a few seconds of those 7 hours, and man is it true.

Caught! On my way out on the 4th loop, around mile 67

The 3rd loop (the shorter of the two) went great and my split was only 2 minutes slower than my first go-round, but as soon as we crossed the bridge onto the 4th loop, a 20mph or more headwind hit us like a ton of bricks. I quite literally thought I was never going to see the turnaround. In my depleted, semi-delirious state, I dreamt up scenarios that they had purposefully moved the turnaround just to spite us and I probably cussed out loud at the wind at least 12 times. My nutrition and hydration plan was pretty solid, and though I stuck to the plan really well, at some point (mile 85 to be exact), I stopped caring and just wanted to get the hell back home. My plan was to consume 400 calories and a bottle of water an hour. I did well on the calories, but probably went with around 3/4 of a bottle because my stomach felt really full and sloshy. Compared to the alternative of being dehydrated, I decided I was in a better position. Rounding the final corner into transition, I started to wrap my head around running a MARATHON – I had done a great job of not thinking about it while on the bike, and “focusing on the thing in front of me.” Now full disclosure here, the longest I ran during my training was 17 miles at one time. I’m fine with that, because my overall base is consistently strong and I’m pretty durable, but I started to let it seep into my head that I was undertrained and at that particular moment, I cursed myself for it. I finished the bike in 7:24, about 30 minutes slower than I expected to. Thanks, head winds. THANKS.

As I dismounted from my bike, I feared that my right leg cramps I’d been suffering from for about an hour were going to really limit my ability to run. Luckily I moved relatively well off the bike, and jogged on peg-legs into the run change tent. I changed socks, slowly put my running shoes on (I can now compare severe exhaustion to the feeling of moving at altitude – kind of light-headed, really slow, and in a daze), stretched a bit, and took a cold ice cloth to my neck that a volunteer offered me. At check-in the days prior, they gave us a bright green bracelet to wear that we were to give to a volunteer at some point in our day, when they did something nice or something specific to help us. That cold cloth was exactly what I needed in that exact moment in time, so I gave the woman my bracelet.:) I really loved how that simple act, performed thousands of times that day, fostered the attitude of gratitude throughout the event. Which leads me to saying…the race was put together incredibly. Everything was flawless, the volunteers were all rock stars, and the execution of every small detail was impeccable.

Run Out tent, and start of the marathon

Neil and mom met me right at the Run Out section, and Neil ran alongside me for what I think was about 1/2 a mile. I truly needed that. I felt really good, strangely energized, was not limping (win!), and it was nice to talk to him for a minute and actually speak words for the first time in like, 8 hours, as I started my death march to the finish line. Ok that’s dramatic, the death march only lasted from miles 15-21. The miles leading up to what we’ll call “the dark place” went by in a blur. I ran sub-10 minute miles for the first couple of miles or so, walking all of the aid stations as I was advised to, and while I hurt and had some cramping in my rib cage and legs, it was not unbearable.

Rounding into the 2nd of 3 loops

As I was finishing my 2nd loop, coming into the 3rd loop, around mile 16, I literally went black. I remember wanting to hone into how I was feeling because I wanted to REMEMBER the pain – don’t ask me why, I’m crazy? The only way I can describe it is that your whole body just feels like its being wrenched, and moving forward feels like the most monumental of efforts. I tried focusing on the gorgeous lake view we got for about a 4 mile stretch, but that didn’t work. Then I began thinking about turning around early…and immediately cursed myself for even having that ridiculous thought. I cried an annoying, wincing cry at some point, even. A friend of mine once told me “you have to say to yourself ‘you could continue this, or, you could quit…’. She, being like me, has the attitude that quitting is simply just not an option. That helped quite a bit.

Then I started thinking about my friends and family, from all over, who were all supporting me and rooting me on. I couldn’t let them down, and I sure as hell couldn’t let myself down. I was (am) in a place where I was actively seeking a way to be happy with me and proud of myself, and by finishing the race with integrity, I would get that. I started to get incredibly thankful. Thankful my legs were still moving, thankful I’d built myself into a physically and mentally tough woman who could withstand excruciating pain, thankful I literally had entire communities of people tracking me from home. I think all of the positive thinking kicked in at the last turnaround, with 4 miles to go, because something inside me literally shifted within seconds…I picked up my pace, found a comfortable (that term is very, very relative by the way) shuffle, and I didn’t stop until I hit the corner to round on to Sherman Avenue and finish the f*#$ing race.

The final stretch. Hoots and hollers from spectators along the course, and shots of cola (life saving, the Coca-Cola shots were literally life saving) were all that got me home for those last 4 miles. I couldn’t wait to run the last stretch down Sherman Avenue, across the finish line, and give Neil the biggest hug. I couldn’t wait to share a beer with he and my mom and tell them stories about my day and hear about their day as my support crew. I couldn’t wait for a hot tub. I picked up my pace even faster that last mile, and soon enough was running down Sherman Avenue…it gives me the chills just thinking about it. The crowd was screaming at me, I wore a plastered smile from ear to ear, and it was like every bit of pain completely disappeared. I finished right at dusk, making the lighting on the lake behind the finisher’s chute absolutely majestic. I saw my mom and Neil along the gates, slapped their hands and ran as hard as I could across the line. I ran/shuffled a 5:04 marathon, finishing the race with an overall time of 13:50:37, 26th in my age group.

I was an Ironman. I cried again.

Feeling on top of the world!

After gathering my gear (thanks mom and Neil) and limping my way back to the hotel (oh, and having a few moments where I literally felt like I was going to keel over and vomit), the three of us sat around the fire and had cheeseburgers and a few drinks – well deserved by all! We laughed and recapped and told stories about our day – just how I had imagined it. Neil had to leave very early the next day, and I was exhausted (I know, shocking right?), so we headed up to the room and I took a bath before we all turned in. Lying in bed attempting to calm my adrenaline and actually get some sleep, I reflected. A SAFE, successful race in the books, a successful Support Crew with me along the way, and one of the most memorable experiences I may ever have, completed. I’ll be honest, I was extremely sad it was over, but there is very little in this life that is sweeter than lying down after a hard day’s work with the people you love the most right there beside you.

All in all, it was an experience that did indeed teach me things about myself I didn’t even know I needed to learn. I was just a ball of emotion the entire journey, the happiest I had been in a long time going INTO the race, and the level of elation I felt and am still feeling is indescribable. I achieved a dream that day, I did something I quite literally didn’t think I could do, and I did it WELL and with integrity. My love for the sport was completely reinvigorated. I was overcome with gratitude for the incredible help, love, and support of my mom and Neil over the weekend, and without them, I would have had a very subpar experience. Additionally, I was and am still in absolute awe of the outpouring of love and support coming from my friends and family across the country; people were REALLY behind me that day, tracking my progress and sending messages of love and congratulations, and I truly felt that support on a very deep level. For that, I feel like the luckiest girl alive.

My whole life I have identified with being a strong athlete, and triathlon has always been very special to me. It may sound strange, but I feel like “me” again now. This is what I do. This is where I belong. I am excited to return to racing, full steam ahead.

So…what’s next? Well, I have a big month of September on the horizon! After my move to Reno this weekend, my trip to Italy, and a rockin’ music festival for a few days with Neil in Del Mar, CA, I’ll finally get to settle in, settle down (ha, yeah right)…and likely begin executing on my next crazy adventure. 🙂

Thank you again to everyone who was behind me and supported me in this journey, from March until now. You know who you are, and I definitely carried you with me across that finish line!




May…time to go.

Growing up, I was never one to take medicine, put bandaids or Neosporin on cuts, and I never had a sprained ankle that lasted very long. In short, I tend to heal fast. I’d like to thank my genes for that, but also my upbringing. My parents raised us to be tough. Walk it off. Get your ass up and keep going. Do. Not. Quit. I always joke around to people about how when I had the flu as a kid, my dad would tell me to “walk it off” (no seriously he did this). I may be a little more sensitive with my future kids, like, maybe throw some Theraflu at them (but they will definitely be making it themselves, no doubt. Self reliance and accountability, yo. Just kidding). These traits, though, they are engrained in my psyche. While useful in most situations, it also has created a very big difficulty in my asking for help when I need it. I have a great poker face. Vulnerability isn’t really my “thing.” Well, it wasn’t. Until now.

I’ll be relatively candid, this month has been a hard one. Aside from kicking off the month somewhat depressed because #dalportowedding was over, my training hours are getting longer (meaning my time with my dog is getting less and less), Mercury is in retrograde (so let’s face it we are all doomed), my personal life is something one could write a soap opera about, and I started seeing a therapist (this is actually a positive, but, ya know).

All of that said…this concept of “fast healing” (but this time in the emotional sense) has now suddenly become something I would like to challenge. Perhaps the way I have always approached healing doesn’t exactly work. Perhaps you have to really ‘feel the suck’, sit in it for a while, and really accept it in order to release it. Things don’t always go away by pretending they never happened. We can’t keep diverting our energy to other things if we haven’t really “dealt” with the things that truly require our attention. In fact, that festering creates a more intense and explosive situation down the line (trust me I know).

I’ve learned lately that getting help from others, and letting them care about you, is not all that scary. Nobody that really loves you judges you anyways, right? The past few weeks have been rocky, but in the midst of it I have had more people step up and be there for me in ways I would have never imagined. It’s reminded me to start dealing with problems instead of the infamous LDP action of “brushing it under the rug” – and in my stubborn nature, I often need a LOT of reminding.  I’m challenging my own status quo. It’s like, pretty hard, you guys. But so far, it’s also been insanely rewarding. I can only imagine how it’s all going to feel when I get to the other side of this Grand Teton-sized mountain.

Amongst these hardships, I also have had some incredibly joyous times, bouts of lighthearted laughter, moments of pride, and lots and lots of gratitude. Let’s talk about those, with pictures, because pictures are more pretty #duh…

So here’s a little Happy Friday version of “Things I am Loving” 🙂

  •  PopSugar “Must Have” Boxes


My mom got me a 3-month subscription to these, it’s basically like a Birch Box but with a more eclectic mix of “stuff.” This month’s came the other day, and I love EVERYTHING. It was complete with this new yoga mat from Gaiam, Breathe Deeply eucalyptus facial spray (insta-zen, seriously), some body scrub thing that super-exfoliates and smells like lemon zest amazingness, a super cute new bracelet, new mascara, a foot therapy towelette (did they read my mind? With all of the running and cycling I am doing, this feels like it was sent from the Gods), and a few other little things. I wish I had the links to everything here but I’m kind of lazy so how about you just go HERE and sign up for this box of awesomeness yourselves because it really is “happiness delivered.”

  • The “Lake Tahoe” ride. How have I not done this until now? I think I am addicted. It’s a stunning, stunning ride that completely circumferences the lake. I took WAY more photos than this, but I will not bore you. The ride is full of rolling hills, headwinds, sometimes really crappy roads, but come, on the views are worth it. Besides altitude training never hurt anyone. I’ll be doing this like, 7 more times before my big race in August.


Emerald Cove – can you say “AHHHH”? Well, I can. It was a freaking BETCH climbing up into this, and another betch climbing out of it. Worth it? Yep.


Disclaimer: Selfies while riding are for experienced yet somewhat stupid cyclists only.


72 miles later, I collapsed on the grass at Sunnyside in all my glory. And then I ate a huge sandwich.


  • My Paint Splattered Nike Leggings. No, I am not being paid by Nike to promo their products. Nike stuff fits me well, and I am in love with these radical things. I wear them a lot – to spin class, to run in, to work, and I always get asked where I got them. I actually don’t think you can buy this print anymore but all of their stuff is awesome. Plus, they are the only legging I have found that doesn’t slip down on you until you start sweating a little. You know what I mean? Like, why do I have to sweat to make my spandex waistband “stick”? No idea what I’m talking about? Yeah ok, then buy Nike pants. Won’t be an issue.



  • Barrel Project Zinfandel Sour Ale. So while yes, I have recently been obsessed with ciders, I came across this brew last week while at a coffee shop in SF and decided to try it (don’t worry, it wasn’t during work hours). I love Zin, and I love beer. So obviously I was intrigued and went for it. Uh, try it. Try it now. I have rather polarizing taste buds, so be forewarned, this ain’t no summer easy drinking choice. But it’s made it’s way into my rotation for sure.



  • This blog post. You guys, the 1-Page Blog has this recruiter who writes for them sometimes and she’s like, soo00 good and you should totally check it out and HEY GUESS WHAT THAT’S ME. Shameless self-promotion. Sorry. But I’m pretty proud of this one. Stay tuned (or better yet, subscribe!) for more content from yours truly. 🙂


So all in all, Linds, why did you totally divulge your heart to us earlier? Well, since you asked…here’s the deal. I like to think that maybe my learnings and experiences will help others in some way shape or form. I personally find a lot of strength in talking things out with people, relating and comparing stories, and ultimately knowing that others go through some of the same messy life crap that I do, so here I am telling you that YOU ARE NOT ALONE. I’m trying to be vulnerable, remember? Also, like many of us, writing is a form of therapy for me. You’ll notice I like to sound like I am trying to win a “Who can use the word “like” the most” contest. I enjoy writing the way I talk – sassy, sarcastic, and sometimes even smart.

Besides…maybe we actually do have to hit rock bottom in order to stand a little taller. Maybe we have to be proverbially slapped across the face by people who love us in order to see the reality of a situation vs. dwelling on things we think we want, in order to wake up and take a look at our lives and realize how goddam lucky and worthy we are. The road ahead of me is long…and that light at the end of the tunnel is probably a little too far to see just yet, but the tunnel is in sight. Wow, maybe I DO heal pretty fast…or maybe I’m just really high on caffeine? Maybe it’s both.

HAPPY FRIDAY! What are you all up to this weekend? I’m doing yoga with some coworkers tonight to cap off the week, attending The Movemeant Foundation’s Dare to Bare event in the Marina, seeing Disclosure at the Bill Graham Auditorium with some friends, and of course, riding my bike. 🙂


Things I’m Loving 2.0

After a decent amount of go, go, go in my life lately, I have to admit it’s quite nice to be in a month of a little less “activity” and a little more…well, activity in the way of exercise but much less so in the way of obligations, events, birthdays (guys I’m 31…31…say it again…sigh…ok, we’re good), the “HCLS of weddings” (only my GoRuck friends will get that one), etc.

So as I am sitting in my gym’s super waspy and adorable cafe/restaurant after a spin class (2nd workout of the day, thank you!) with a glass of Zin and a super healthy chicken dish to my left, I decided to throw together some more of my recent favorite, odd, stupid indulgences and obsessions because who doesn’t love a good list of random shit that some basic white girl from the burbs loves to talk about…amirite?!


  • Tom’s Organic Deodorant – not to be mistaken with the shoe company (deodorant for shoes? That’s called “Dr. Schols” and I totally bought some this morning). Get the lavender scented one. I am not typically a deodorant person, but I decided randomly the other week to buy this and try it. Now before you say “Ew, gross”, I’m going to say “Heyyy have you looked into how much aluminum in deodorant screws with like, your entire existence? Yeah I didn’t think so. Aluminum is for cheap bike frames, and like, Diet Coke cans.” Tom’s is aluminum free. Plus, it’s super fresh smelling and doesn’t leave stains on your black shirt when you put it on because who puts on a shirt all sultry-like how they do in deodorant commercials? That’s right. NOBODY.


  • UCan Energy Bars – I’m not even sure if I should capitalize all the letters in “UCAN” (look I just did it) because the packaging is so futuristic and space-like, who knows? Weird, weird aesthetic to the wrapper but holy deliciousness. I am a little weird in that I like kinda chalky tasting energy bars but seriously, the chocolate peanut butter flavor is so good and I can eat one in like 25 seconds flat. Plus, they are gluten free, no sugar, etc etc…yeah, just try them. They sell them at my gym and I decided to test one out one morning because who can resist a space-like font… I’ve been hooked ever since.


  • This workout  – I kind of go into this in the post, but I’ll say it again. Ironman training is a lot of cardio, and your weight lifting and body weight strength kiiiiind of go to shit during it. So in realizing this, and the frustration that goes along with not being able to do, like, a single pull-up anymore sparked me to try this masochistic upper body scorcher. I now have broken blisters on both of my palms but hey, who needs to wash their hair with their entire palm anyway? All joking aside, this is a fantastic upper body and core burner that I am bound and determined to complete once a week until either my palms fall off completely or I have she-hulk arms. Whichever comes first?


  • Crispin Cider – I have to attribute my very recent newfound obsession with this crisp (touché, Crispin), gluten free, refreshing, super full of sugar drink to my darling friend Jenn. I was never a cider fan until her and our Nordcal event where all we did was drink copious amounts of it, and now I seriously can’t go back to “regular” beer. After just 3 weeks, I feel versed enough to give advice on which ciders to try and which ones I like and why. Yeah…it’s that bad (and for the record, I really like Red Branch Raspberry and Crispin original…oh, and Stella cider is NOT BAD!)


  • “I Had A Nice  Time…And Other Lies” – this is a book, guys. I have had so many laugh out loud moments while reading this, particularly in inappropriate places like crowded BART trains and quiet working cafes. It’s all about modern dating as a modern woman, written by two gals who have made the “betch” an icon, which is basically a girl with the mentality of a “I am a confident, no BS, doesn’t settle, ‘I am a prize’ type of chick”. A chick we should all seriously act like. It is enlightening, absolutely hysterical, super true, and something every single gal trying to get a decent date in this world should read. Or you could like, become a Nun and never have to worry about men again. Totally up to you.


Happy Wednesday to all of my lovely readers…hope your day was filled with blisters, spilled coffee, and Justin Beiber spin class songs like mine was!



I truly wish there was a different word for “beautiful”…something more powerful (ugh, NO that was not a line from the most recent episode of Nashville, how dare you suggest that…but seriously though, #teamlayla). So anyways, if there were, and heck maybe there is, I would use it to describe this past weekend’s wedding weekend extravaganza for my brother AJ and his now-wife, Vanessa. I’ll get into the festivities before the ceremony here in a second…but the wedding day was as if ‘Home & Garden’, ‘The Knot’, ‘Restoration Hardware’ and I dunno, give me some horse magazine, had a baby and it won a cute baby contest…aka absolutely exquisite.

The wedding was at K2 Ranch in Glen Ellen (Sonoma), but the weekend really began on Thursday, when all of the families (this is about 100+ people total…insanity right?), and many of the friends attending came up to enjoy the gorgeous area…you may as well, right? The neat thing is that everyone grouped up and went in on big houses together, in lieu of hotels; it really gave the wedding a sense of relaxation and was a vacation for all. So, what do you do when you are the single sister with family and friends spread out everywhere, from all over, that you, too, are obligated to see? You house bounce.

I began the day visiting my dad & Jeanene’s mansion (I actually don’t use that term lightly, these houses were all MANSIONS), clad with an outdoor pool, a private chef, multiple levels of rooms, margaritas, out of town cattle friends, and a father so happy to be there he was goofy smiling the entire time. After hanging out with them for a while, I trekked over to the Dal Porto cousin’s house. We sat on the deck, drank prosecco, cooked a peasant’s meal of steak and lobster…




…fed my cousin’s 1 year old son some wine (just kidding, but how cute is he?! That’s Hunter, my cousin Matt’s son)




…and then later I headed over to a house a few of the bridesmaids were staying at to say hi and have a drink. ‘Sheesh Lindsey, really?’ you’re all thinking. But hey, when in wine country…and it was only Thursday.

Knowing that I needed to get SOME training in, I selfishly took off on Friday morning on my bike and did a stunning 45 mile ride around Sonoma/Santa Rosa, but not before I stopped over at my mom’s big family’s mansion (that we later dubbed the Adult Castle)…

Gorgeous ride up Warm Springs Road in Sonoma, CA

…then met my mom’s side of the family for lunch and more wine (duh) at VJB Winery – a fan favorite of myself, mom, and Dave. That night was the rehearsal dinner, so I took off and checked into my 4th house of the trip, the cottage on the property of the rehearsal dinner site, Landmark Vineyards, where I was to finally make a home for the next 2 nights.  After getting prettied up, we headed to the wedding venue for rehearsal, to go over the logistics of how to walk down the aisle as a bridal party without screwing up and embarrassing Aj and Vanessa. Back at Landmark for the Rehearsal Dinner (we’re calling this wedding #1 because it was like, 90 people or something and absolutely gorgeous – good job, parents!), the wine was flowing, the bbq was tasty, and the speeches were tear inducing. I spoke a bit to the couple over microphone myself, and I did it without offending anyone or fumbling, and got a few praises for it. Go me!

Dal Porto ladies…#lucky


NOT blowing it during my speech

We kept it relatively calm that night – ok, that is a lie, we partied with the cousins until probably midnight, and then tucked away in a sleepless excitement for the big day (sheesh you’d think this was my wedding day, wouldn’t you?)

Early Saturday morning called all of the bridesmaids to gather and get ready together, and we had an entire crew ready and set to make us beautiful on the property of Vanessa’s parents rental…and it was so picturesque you’d think you were walking through a magazine (again).

Makeup in the vineyards…standard


“Villa life”
Natali (Vanessa’s sister) and I

After photos in our darling robes, sitting through eyeliner being scratched onto our eyelids and mounds hairspray applied to keep our gorgeous hair-do’s…we headed out! The first thing Vanessa’s sister and I did upon arrival…was get a beer…fitting, eh? We did family photos before the ceremony, as Aj and Vanessa really wanted to enjoy their cocktail hour and wedding without having to forcefully rope family away from the bar and into forced smiling for ungodly amounts of time after they said “I do.” I was quite thankful, because the smiles were actually genuine. 🙂

Ahhh, the ceremony. A very dear friend of my family’s, Larry Stonebarger, officiated the nuptials, and he did such a good job that I am pretty sure my eyes were teared up, oh, 99.5% of the time. He really made it about the history of my family, as well as Vanessa’s, and told many stories that referenced relatives who have passed and how beautifully integrated our two families were. It truly is a special bond those two have, as both come from long standing farming families in the bay area, and Larry did a fantastic job of highlighting their love.


…do not fall, do not fall…


My brother, the groom!
The beautiful couple

After we all got “off stage”, it was time to party…and boyyyyyy did we party. The reception had a live band, an open bar, more tear-inducing speeches, lots of dancing, and of course, a homemade donut stand (?!?!? yeah, I’m taking notes here…). Every single person was in one of the best moods I have ever seen, and Aj was just glowing. As a friend described it, you could just FEEL the love all around. It will forever in my mind go down as one of the most well put together, fantastical, gorgoeous, joyous events I have ever been to (well done, Ness!).

Coming home from such an amazing weekend is always hard, as I have talked about before, but it’s important to remember how blessed I am to have such incredible people in my family and in my life. Back to training reality, sigh…so what’s next?

When In Rome: Where to eat and drink in Italia

Do you ever have instances where a person, place, or thing keeps popping up in your life relentlessly and you’re like “ok universe, I hear you…”. This happened to me back in 2008, about 6 months after I graduated from college. I was working at CBS Outdoor, living in SF, and within a 3 week time frame I literally had 4 or 5 people tell me “you should totally work for this company called Backroads. You get to lead biking trips around the world” Whaaaaat? So, I listened…I applied…and 3 weeks later I was on a plane to France to be trained as an active travel tour guide. Oh yeah, and then 3 weeks after THAT I got kicked out of the country for 2 months. But that’s a story for another time. 🙂

Well lately, I’ve got Italy on my mind, folks. Why? Well first of all, my brother and his fiance are going there on their honeymoon, so a topic of conversation happening there…and then, I just booked tickets to go to a VERY dear friend’s wedding in Rome in September (WAHOO)…and then randomly I have had 2-3 people ask me for advice on places to go and see and eat and drink within the past week or two. I think perhaps because I used to live there and all…or maybe, I’m just a self-proclaimed know-it-all and when I hear the words “Florence” I go “OH! You just have to try this one restaurant”…whatever the reason, dishing out advice on Italy sends me into a state that is kind of resemblant of Lucy when she sees a tennis ball…too overwhelmed by excitement to function.

When I lived in Italy, I was either in work, work, work mode, or…I ate, ate, ate & drank, drank, drank…& rode my bike…and then drank some more. SO…maybe think about bookmarking this page for the next time you are headed to the land of La Dolce Vita as a reference, and hit up these spots! It’s just a small collection of favorites in what I like to call “The big 3” – Rome, Florence, and Tuscany because I refuse to send people to Venice. We can start there…but I got tips for DAYS, ya’ll.

+ Here’s one major side tip I would add: when going to Italy (in the high summer or spring months), pack light. Florence is one of the shopping capitals of the world. If you are going there it’s a good idea to save up before and get some good shopping done while you are there, at the San Lorenzo Markets (outdoor markets with more leather and ceramic goods than you can stand). The emptier the suitcase the better!

ROME (Roma)

  • Alexanderplatz – I love this place because it is full of locals and not something you would “typically” do in Italy. It is a super fun jazz bar in the Prati neighborhood (hard to describe, but its off the “Cipro” metro stop. If you are looking at St. Peter’s Basillica from the front, the neighborhood is to the right and back a little bit). My old apartment during my study abroad was around the corner. Ahhhhh, the nostalgia!


Jazz? In Roma? Why not!


  • Old Bridge Gelato – (their website is super broken and not functional but I had to include it here because that is just SO adorably Italian and I love it). The BEST gelato, in Piazza Risorgiamento, also to the right side of the vatican…a tiny hole in the wall but aren’t those always the best? Gelato + Pope = YES.

  • Bar della Pace – The quintessential aperitivo spot, near Piazza Navona on Via della Pace – we’re talking ivy on the walls, cobblestone streets, men playing the accordion, you want that “typical Italian experience”, well this is it. I used to go here allll the time. There are some super cute restaurants right around there, so I suggest you just wander and pick something. I’ve been to Barone, right across from it, and Osteria del Pegno, right around the corner.

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Bar della Pace (to the left – pace means “peace”)


  • Ristorante Ambasciata d’Abruzzo – I’m not even sure I have the capacity to describe how incredible this place is in just a few words…but as far as food (both quality and amount of it), location, ambiance, and price goes, it’s a 9.999999.


FLORENCE (Firenze)

  • Craving an America Pub after all that wine? Fiddler’s Elbow and Bar “The Friends” (ha!) are both great. On opposite sides of the river, but both pretty cool…I would recommend “The Friends” bar first because it’s on the locals’ side of town, close to Ponte Vecchio.  

    Da Il Latini – GO HERE. DO IT NOW. It’s quite possibly one of the best dining experiences I have had in Italy. They don’t take reservations, it doesn’t open until 7:30, the owner is this adorable white-haired man who comes out to schmooze with the crowd while you wait (sometimes offering cheese and wine samples). At your table, it’s a very “what are you serving tonight” type of ordering, and if you go in the fall, it will likely be chingiale – delicious wild boar! –  or bistecca della fiorentina really good steak likely made from the Chianine cattle. After more schmoozing by the cute owner at the end of your meal, he comes around and writes a price on the butcher paper table cloth, so best to flirt with him…he’ll probably knock a few $$ off. Talk about Italian charm at it’s finest! 

    il latini

  • Vivoli Gelato – so amazing. Sort of ‘off the beaten path’ but if you google it, the map can show you where it is! They have very weird, unique flavors to get outside your typical pistachio rut. Or maybe that’s just me. I am obsessed with pistachio gelato.

  • Pop Cafe – in Piazza di Santo Spirito (which is also across the river – you’ll see a lot of my suggestions are not in the “touristy areas”), and a super locals spot! Very fun for either coffee and a panino or an aperitivo drink. Often times they have live music.

  • Cafe Fiorentina in San Giovanni Valdarno ( a 30 minute train ride south of Florence – my old “hometown” as a Backroads leader). So stinkin’ small town it doesn’t even have a website. We went here maybe every single day for aperitivo. They had the best selection of snacks, a killer negroni (for those of you who know me well, you know I lose my marbles over negronis), and excellent “aperol spritz”. Sitting right on the main square, it’s a perfect spot to people watch, rub elbows with the locals, and practice your Italian since literally nobody there speaks English. Over time, this place really did contribute to Italy feeling like “home” for me. It’s worth a trip down there. 

    Aperol Spritz on the main piazza of San Giovanni Valdarno

    +My other piece of general advice – embrace the aperitivo, and when in Tuscany, the “Passegiata” – this happens around 6/6:30pm in small towns. All of the residents come out and stroll, socialize, have drinks, let the kids play, etc. before returning home for family meal. It is so much fun, very relaxing, and very much showcases that Italians truly live life to savor everything from food, to family, to community. Life is slow, fully enjoyed, and methodical…except in Rome. Then it’s just “pazza”.


TUSCANY (Toscana)

+disclaimer – Tuscany is HUGE. There are a thousand directions you could go with a trip to Tuscany, but the below are just some of my tip top favorites. Want more suggestions on other towns? Feel free to ask!

  • Siena (with a car – this place is virtually impossible to get to without one). Honestly just go here, no special restaurants or bars to recommend because everything is good – and so is the shopping! 🙂 The main Piazza is where “Il Palio” is hosted every year – a fantastic horse race with a very cool history behind it. Read up about that here ’cause we ain’t got all day. This area of Tuscany is also home to Brunello di Montalcino, my absolute favorite red wine ever in the history of ever. Drink it all, bring some home, SAVOR THAT SHIT. If a man ever surprised me with a bottle of 1997 Brunello I’d capture him and make him marry me. Not kidding.

    Piazza del Campo, Siena

  • Panzano/Gaiole in Chianti & Radda in Chianti (with a car) – all 3 of these are totally doable in one day – they are closest to Florence or anywhere else in Northern Tuscany. In Panzano, definitely, definitely go see “The Singing butcher” at Da Mario andhave lunch there on the terrazza (you seriously gotta love the ghetto-ness of websites in Italy. Am I the only one who thinks everything everyone does in this country is adorable?)  This is a FANTASTIC view of the Chianti vineyards. In Radda, go to Bar Dante and ask for Fabrizio – he’s almost as schmoozy as the owner of Il Latini but you’ll find that greasy adorable Italian men are not rare…embrace it and have fun with it. Honestly, the drive from town to town here is the highlight – the views are simply exquisite. And if you don’t indulge in a little Chianti wine as you go…you’re wrong.

    Chianti land in Toscana
  • Cortona (with a car). The oldest Etruscan city in Italy, and in my absolute favorite region of Tuscany, the Val di Chiana (artfully named after the Chianina beef cattle – gee, wonder why I resonate with this place). The Etruscans were the species before us – if you get a chance to tour the old cities, now a level of topography below us, do so! You’ll never believe how short these folks were. In the summer, the sunflowers – OH THE SUNFLOWERS – in this place are just to die for. I recommend Villa Marsili to stay, and Osteria del Teatro to eat. This is fun town to just wander and explore, it’s very hilly, and if you want some exercise, hike to the very very top of the town. The views will not disappoint. 


    Cortona from above


    This is real…
  • Lucca (by train via Florence, or car) – where the Dal Porto family hails from! This is a walled city, boasting an adorably cute “downtown”, shopping, cafes, and an excellent bike culture. My family’s deli is actually just outside the walls, if you are at the train station facing the town, walk along the wall to the right about .75 miles. It’s called “Pizzicheria” on the main drag, Viale Giussepe Giusti. Shameless self promotion, check! But seriously go to Lucca…and if you are in a car, check out some of the “bagni” (hot springs and baths) around the area. To die for. 


The walls of Lucca

Have fun! Heading elsewhere? Let me know, I’d be more than happy to expand my list of recommendations. Make sure you adequately flirt with an Italiano, walk like you own the country, don’t EVER order a “coffee to go”, learn the difference between “grazie” and “prego” (please, please do this)…and enjoy the most adorably corrupt, crazy, passionate, full of love and amazing wine, gorgeous country on the planet…buon viaggio!

PED…or a mead hangover?

Has anyone ever tried the drink mead? Before our GoRuck event this past weekend (more on that in a second), a whole slew of us went to a meadery called The Rabbit’s Foot to kick things off and have a few drinks socially before “the games began.” I had this very grandiose medieval-like vision in my head of drinking mead, like I was going to do so out of a silver goblet and get wicked drunk and loud like a peasant about to go to war in some old barn like structure. Nope…turns out it’s just a really weird sweet wine-like drink that kind of tastes like cough syrup, in a normal wine glass, in a tiny hole in the wall bar in the middle of industrial Sunnyvale.  Good thing the ciders were to die for. And trust me, I know, I drank every flavor they had. It’s a very ‘happy drunk’ type of libation, and perhaps because it was coupled with seeing a ton of awesome folks all at the same time, it all equated to an excellent evening.

Fast forward a few days…there’s this thing I refer to as “PED” (post-event depression). I even googled it, because I know I can’t be the only one who uses this acronym. Well, according to the internets, PED is known as “performance enhancing drugs” (um, hell to the no. I recently watched a few videos of a very well known fitness guru, only to be appalled by the high pitched voice he was rocking, likely from something like steroids. Don’t do em, kids. Au natural). Going home after a weekend of constant stimulation and excitement is never easy. What I’ve taken from these moments is that I am so grateful to have made some of my best friends through my GoRuck community, and missing everyone and our time together only confirms the strength of the bond. Without you all, I wouldn’t be so depressed. So thanks! 🙂

Anyways, I just returned from a GoRuck event that was, for the most part, chalk full of some of my absolute favorite people in this weirdo community and I am feeling the PED pretty hard. It was a custom event called the ‘NordCal Viking Challenge’ that took place on the shores of Santa Cruz (for you Norse nerds, you get it. I am not one. But I happily went with it). The theme of the event was obviously Vikings, which meant we got to dress up a bit, use Nordic language, and the stages of the event were built around Viking culture while still containing all of the traditional “carry heavy shit, get beat up, work as a team or fail” elements of a normal challenge. It was, in one word, epic. I don’t remember having such a good time at an event in a long time. Maybe it was the espresso martinis we drank at 8am to kill the mead headache (the MEADache? Ha)? I don’t know. What I do know is that this was the perfect weekend to put a few days of Ironman training on hiatus. I had a huge volume week last week, and was starting to feel mentally burnt. I needed a breather. The bonus here was that I got a break from the long, slow miles but a great functional fitness workout from the event.

Sunday, for most of us, was probably 75% spent on Facebook re-living the glory and laughs through Facebook picture postings, comments,  friending the new folks that we met at the event, and rolling out our sore shoulders. Perfection. The funny (and somewhat comforting) thing about this group is that we all commiserate together about how when we’re ‘in the suck’ of any and most events, we all ask ourselves “why in the hell do I do this. This is so stupid.” And of course, we get through it, out to the other side, and say “that was AWESOME.” One of our cadre brought up an excellent point about morale and being a leader that promotes a good morale, and it reminds me of the Victor Frankl philosophy – you have to find meaning (and, joy) in suffering if you want to survive. Be the guy who can crack a joke or sing a song when things are bad or really painful. I try to remember this when I feel my mood going foul. It’s a great lesson we all need reminded of from time to time, but ultimately, I think most of us GRT’s are like this. Why else would we keep coming back to do these things? We just love living outside our comfort zone; sometimes I think I am most comfortable there (be it good or bad). Never stop iterating on you, or the person you aspire to be. I consistently come home from these events inspired by one person or another…perhaps THAT is why I keep coming back.

A few pictures from our Viking adventure…enjoy!

welcome party

Cadre Geoff giving us hell during the “welcome party”


water babes

Vikings and water go together like Netflix and chill. This is us doing “rocking chairs” as a group (check out that background, though…)



Scrum soccer session aka tackle the crap out of each other. Tons of fun.


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Kristina (fellow Sheepdog) and I carrying our boat made of wood and rope. SLTW



Endex – the final chance the cadre get to make us suffer before we get patched



The whole crew! Incredible day with incredible people. So thankful for this part of my life


Our Cadre for the event, Geoff and Danny. These two are the best, I’ll be returning to their events for sure. You also have to love the spirited war pant.

Things I’m Loving 1.0

As I was brainstorming the direction to go with my next blog post, I found myself either getting topic block or completely distracted by something stupid like a FatJewish post on Instagram. It wasn’t until I saw an article titled “How to apply lotion to your back without anyone’s help” that I realized…holy cow, people literally will and can write about ANY and everything (by the way, of course I clicked on this article…did you know that all you need to do this is a bottle of lotion and your arms? That’s it? CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?).

I always loved reading those blogs where people talk about the random things of late that make them happy.  So is this “Things I’m loving” trend still a “thing”? Sure! I thought an Oprah-inspired post could be both fun for me (read: positive reflection) and for you (read: new ideas!). Mutually beneficial. Win-win. Boom. I’ll try this from time to time as my random obsessions change. Which is probably going to be often.


  • Fitness Inspired Cakes. This is like porn for people who workout who like to bake. I find myself browsing these Pinterest compilations, as well as Instagram, when I am bored or on BART. People make ice skating leotard cakes…cakes in the shape of a buff dude doing a curl…cakes with kettlebells on them…so much cute stuff. I would love to learn how to work with Fondant and create my own fitness cake, for someone’s birthday or heck even my own because #loveyourself


  • My new smoothie recipe – inspired by one of Club Sport’s smoothies, I have been making this 3-4 times a week either in the morning or at night as part of dinner, and it’s so tasty. It’s also very low sugar, low calorie, high protein, and delicious AF. In a blender:
    • 1 cup baby spinach
    • 1/2 cup blueberries (frozen or whole)mm.jpg
    • 1 scoop Muscle Milk Light 100, Vanilla flavor
    • 1 cup coconut water
    • 1 heaping tablespoon peanut butter (I have been using this super fake lower calorie peanut butter from Trader Joe’s, it’s super weird by itself but an amazing flavor add in this smoothie)
    • Ice


  • This Hip-Hop Yoga playlist on Spotify. Libby Murfey is a relatively well-known         yoga instructor in SF, mainly for being super funky and playing gangster rap during     her classes. I love following her on Spotify (and you should too). She also creates           excellent non-gangster rap playlists, with modern slower and Indie/chill stuff. She keeps you engaged with her music, and her classes are great as well. I am listening to this right now, in fact. I love me some rap music sometimes. It’s fine, everyone from the east bay has a lil ghetto in them #fact


  • Schofferhoffer Grapefruit beer. Oh…my…gawd. It’s like the most amazing, crisp,       refreshing, heavenly thing I have ever put my lips on and I love it more than                   Rombauer Chardonnay right now (and that is saying a lot, people).


I actually drank a whole 6 pack to myself one time. Before you gawk, know that it is like 3% alcohol. My favorite story with this beer is when we were in Scottsdale for my future sister’s Bachelorette party, I ordered one that first day from the hotel bar, and let a few girls try it…well it’s the perfect ‘day drinking on a hot day’ as well as a hangover beer…so by the 3rd day a ton of us were guzzling it. The hotel laughed and said they hadn’t sold that beer in forever and now, they were almost completely out. The beer of choice influencer of the party…dad would be so proud.


  • Lucy’s new ‘Double Ombre’ Rope leash. I love my little girl to pieces…but she’s got teeth that’ll chew through the most “non-destructible” well, anything. I had heard from a few people that rope leashes are the solution for little rascals like her, so I found her a SUPER CUTE one. Etsy is great for this kind of stuff, isn’t it? Now for just $30, we are safe from chewing through a leash AND lookin’ fly. Like she needed to get any cuter?

ombre dog leash

  • ‘Modern Love’ podcast on iTunes. A nice zone-out podcast I found recently, it has a great mix of content; from funny episodes like people highlighting their craigslist dating encounters, to the wildly romantic and crazy and random ways people have found and fallen in love, to really deep stories about lovers overcoming hardships like loss, or heartache, or sickness. I’m such a sucker for this kind of stuff, and it mixes up the listening material for my long runs/rides/BART rides/training sessions. Highly recommended!


  • ‘It’s a Miracle + Keratin’ leave-in conditioning spray. I’m not a big product girl – my makeup is a pretty generic brand, I use shampoo + conditioner that costs $9.99 a bottle, liquid eye-liner freaks me the eff out, and I hate hairspray. When I started swimming more, my hair stylist suggested I start acting like a girl and at least try throwing a leave-in spray in my hair before I got in the pool to help retain my color. So I listened. I found this stuff at Walgreen’s and now I am in love with it. It leaves my hair super soft and it smells incredibly refreshing. I sleep with it in a few nights a week now, too. Keratin also makes your hair shiny I guess? Awesome. It’s cheap too!

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K that’s all for now. Hope everyone is having a great week! I’m off to a Viking custom GoRuck event this weekend with some of my favorites. Yes we dress as vikings, yes we drink mead, yes we pretend like we are in the Game of Thrones but we also do all the hard things GoRuck has you do too. I’m going to channel my inner Spartan woman for this one. Pics to come!

Girl Power

I’m not going to lie, I feel like a feminist just by deciding to WRITE this post, but here’s the deal. Apparently it is ‘Women’s History Month’ and I have one more day to capitalize on this. AND I am now a proud, proud Ambassador of the Movemeant Foundation (I apologize, but you are going to hear a lot about this organization this year…take it or leave it)…which is completely centered around empowering women through strength, movement, fitness, body confidence, etc. Makes sense that I am about to showcase the top 10 influential women in my life, doesn’t it?

I feel that as March comes to an end, it is only appropriate that I pay some well-deserved homage to the top 10 women, both ever-present in my life and that I admire from afar, who inspire and influence me in one way or another. In a world where we are often times our own biggest critic, watching others who are successful at paving their own way or doing something worthy of accolade is like adding fuel to the fire – it ignites something within us. Mankind is extremely symbiotic in that regard – whether we know it or not, we all need each other.

Read below for the women in my life that I am inspired by…and enjoy!

My Mom, Kelley Granger. This feels like a pretty cliche one, no? I admire this woman because while she has made some mistakes in her life (who hasn’t?), she has found a way to gracefully remedy those and ultimately come out on TOP, becoming one of the most cherished people in our lives. One of the biggest lessons I have learned from her is how to repair, grow, and maintain relationships. Life hasn’t always been perfect in the way of a “mother daughter” relationship with us, particularly when I was an adolescent, but this woman has shown me and taught me so many things about resilience, about ‘letting go’, about having faith, and about LOVE. She is one of the most beautiful, successful, insanely happy people I know…and it’s because she did the work on herselfShe’s also MY biggest cheerleader, and ultimately one of my best friends. I literally do not know what I would do without this woman.


Kristina Ohlson. A fellow Sheepdog and total badass martial arts expert/instructor, Kristina came into our GoRuck workout group as the 2nd female behind me. At first I was honestly a little skeptical, hoping this wouldn’t be some girl trying to show me up or worse, weak. Kristina blew me away – not only by her grit and strength, but the things that resonate the most with me are her ability to see life situations with a level of objectivity, her honesty, and her ability to relate to every single person she encounters. Beyond her physical strength, her mental maturity and strength truly inspire me to be a better, more understanding, more balanced person. I am truly blessed to call this gal a friend.


Paige Bowie. I have never met her, but she is a GoRuck legend as the only female to ever finish Selection (a 48-hour individual GoRuck event where ONLY the best of the best, the strongest of the strongest, finish). This alone classifies her as someone who is worthy of admiration. To mentally survive this type of event requires an insane amount of strength. By trade, she is also a Firefighter, which in and of itself is an admirable trait – she thrives on saving lives. Overall, I hope to become half as strong as this woman in my athletic and personal endeavors.


Chrissie Wellington. An absolute Ironman legend as a 4-time Ironman Kona World Champion, she’s known as ‘that athlete’ that not only wins everything, but she does it with an insane SMILE on her face. This is the part that I admire most about her. She cherishes every single part of the experience and absolutely loves what she does. She is humble, thankful, constantly positive, leads a truly passionate existence, and is what every athlete hopes for themselves. She also proves that this is possible with the right attitude. I plan on channeling Chrissie many times throughout my first Ironman.


My cousin, Whitney Peek. Whit is a nurse, an athlete, incredibly dedicated to her family, and one of those people you just cannot dislike. She is my age, and was diagnosed with MS last year. The amount of grace she has handled this life altering diagnosis with is awe-inspiring. It’s as if she said “Ok, so this is how it’s going to be, well let’s adjust and keep living.” Perhaps things are upsetting or hard for her, but this woman (in true Dal Porto fashion) puts on a brave face, makes the necessary changes, and keeps going. She’s an admirable, beautiful woman I am proud to be related to.


Leslie Kelly. Leslie and I climbed Mt. Shasta together a few years ago with the Breast Cancer Fund, and while I learned a lot about her story…what I took away was her insane strength. She’s suffered from Breast Cancer for many years, and has a history (that she is very open about) with alienating people and things in her life, but her motto now is to “show up no matter what.” She is vulnerable, open, hopeful, loving, active…and the true definition of “being strong through adversity” for me. I am so lucky to have witnessed a part of her journey, and I follow her as she fights her terrible disease very closely.


My Aunt Tina. I don’t think either of us will ever forget, when I was a child and she was pregnant with my now-cousin, she had a very difficult pregnancy that almost took her life. My “Thanksgiving wish” was that “my Aunt Tina didn’t die.” It touched her heart then, but she really touches my heart now. She’s insanely intelligent, strong, resilient, funny, witty, gorgeous, and one of those people who, for some reason, I have always looked up to. What I love about her is her strong personality. She is “unapologetically herself.” It is a state I constantly strive for and look up to her for, and alongside overcoming extreme adversity, she exemplifies this for me.


Amy Schumer. We all know who she is, and probably all admire her for the same reason – she’s comfortable in her own skin and she inspires us all to be as well. She’s also adorable, funny as can be, and talented. What I love is that she teaches girls that beauty is not just about being a size 2. You can be loved, admired, adored, and successful at any size. I think this is a message that women need, a message that is long overdue, and one I need to remind myself of from time to time. I adore her for living this message out in true authenticity.


My Aunt Sandy. She passed away just shy of 2 years ago, and it was one of the hardest things I, and my family, have likely been through. Sandy was the DEFINITION of strength as she fought her extremely rare disease, giving it everything she had and then some. Sandy was the matriarch of our family, and one of the strongest, most giving, beautiful hearts I have known. She had every single person she met wrapped around her finger, but the greatest thing was that she did so by being 100% genuinely HER. The other thing that I love most about her is that she really took care of the Dal Porto heritage. Her family and our history was something she held very close to her heart, and not only that, she made everyone that came into the family feel loved. She will be missed more than words can ever express.


Christi Leong. A former/fellow Cal Triathlon team member, everyone looked up to Christi. She was not only president of our team, but one of the most fun-loving, fiercely loyal, inspiring athletes on the team. She is a multi-time Ironman, but boasts such a welcoming and calm demeanor, and is somehow able to see  humor and happiness in every situation. Goofy yet serious, dedicated yet not rigid, she embodies a lot of traits I work really hard on. She’s always been an inspiration, as well as a friend, to me for years and I imagine she will be for years to come.


Check yourself before you wreck yourself

**In an effort to help other women (and people) who may experience some of the same situations I do, I want to try and use this blog as an honest and open assessment of things I go through on this ‘Road to Couer D’Alene’, and in life. Some of it isn’t wonderful. Recently, I have been battling depression for the past few months, and I have made an incredibly enlightening correlation between my mental state and my physical Ironman training.**

Curious as to how? Read on…

I’ve always been an impatient, relentless, “can’t sit still” type of person and anyone who knows me is probably chuckling to themselves right now saying “Yep.” When I was a senior in high school, my aunt actually said to me (after asking about all of the activities and sports I was doing) “You’re going to be on Prozac by the time you’re 30.” Little did she know how right she was…and little did I know that my “relentless restlessness” was probably contributing to the declination of my health.

When I began seriously training for this Ironman, a good friend and mentor of mine, Troy, told me to try and get ahead of the physiological side of my training program. Particularly, to take control of my hormone levels, because chronic stress (any kind of stress, mental or physical) tends to screw with those levels – and intense training creates both kinds of stresses, let me tell you. This was an aspect of fitness I had never, ever considered…hmm. He told me that being that I am a “life-long competitive bad-ass” (aww thanks Troy), it would serve me well to get on top of these issues and prevent any fluctuations that would keep me from performing at and being my best. Initially, I took light interest, but inevitably brushed it of and kept doing what I was doing. Sometimes I think I know everything…well, I don’t. Wrong decision.

Fast forward about 2-3 weeks into my training plan (I am currently about 1.5 months in), where I was working out in volumes I hadn’t touched in a long time – the weekly hours probably doubled, almost overnight, from my regular workout program. The positives? I started to drop weight, the distances of the race felt mentally less daunting, and I saw my training as a “distraction” from my personal woes. The negatives? I was really struggling in a lot of areas that were NOT body related….and I was depressed as hell. I had memory fog, sleep problems, a feeling of numbness, all things associated with depression. I was simultaneously experiencing some very upsetting personal life situations as well. I blamed those situations, and this is why I saw my training as an escape…so I dove in head first. The hardest part of all of this is that as someone who genuinely has a lot of things to be grateful and happy about, this whole state was/is very frustrating. It’s as if you are standing outside your body, looking in and shaking your head. It didn’t make any sense. I had been able to shake things before, but this time felt very different.

When you are stuck in a rut, you tend to hit a point where you become almost angry at how you’re feeling and you’ll do anything to escape the dark place. ‘I am better than this’, I thought. ‘I have every reason in the world to be happy. Be happy.’ I took some action and saw a doctor, began taking antidepressants, but it was right about when I hit this frustration point that I began thinking about what Troy had told me regarding hormone imbalance. I began to research. What I found out…was life changing.

So. My drastic increase in training volume is referred to as Overtraining Syndrome…noted from one of my research sources:

“Mood changes are an early and sensitive marker of OTS. Emotional disturbances usually occur before a noticeable drop in performance and parallel an increased training load. Depression and chronic fatigue represent the most common OTS condition observed in highly fit individuals.”

Isn’t overtraining just being tired and sore a lot?…hmm, well…about 2-3 weeks after my mental state was at it’s worst, I hit a week where I was sleeping in every morning, swapping my normally cherished morning training sessions for half-assed evening ones. I had not been that tired in a very, very long time. And I’m like…really sad. Huh.

‘Ok, so what is going on inside my body, from a scientific standpoint, that is causing this to happen?’ I wondered. As it turns out, endurance athletes are very likely to suffer from out-of-whack Cortisol levels. Cortisol is the stress hormone that is released when your body or mind is under chronic stress (read: mental stress, physical stress…basically anything psycho or physiological). The more stress placed, the higher your levels are. According to this, and knowing myself, I have likely been operating on very, very high cortisol levels for most of my life. Wow! No wonder I felt like such shit!

(The other thing I had to research was if the chemicals released into your system from antidepressants interfere with your hormone levels and body chemistry. No real evidence on this, but I couldn’t help but wonder if one was affecting the other).

A secondary  yet equally interesting side effect of high cortisol levels, is decreased testosterone (this happens because Cortisol is recruited from OTHER hormones when you hit a certain level of stress and your others are depleted of it…thieves!). Important to note, this inhibits muscle growth, which can obviously lead to an increased chance of injury as well (and in women, it can really mess with your cycle…which causes a whole other set of issues). Suddenly, it made sense to me…strength training for endurance athletes is not only important to keep you functionally strong and balanced, but the secretion of testosterone when you weight train ALSO keeps you, well, more sane. Holy shit. (Ben Greenfield has EXCELLENT resources on how to incorporate weight training into endurance sport training. I highly recommend you read his stuff. He talks about these hormone imbalance issues well).

Ok, so, now what? I can’t cut my volume, or I will never get in shape. I am not going off my medication just yet. Well first and foremost, it is very recommended that one has their hormone levels tested to see what imbalances you have. So there’s that. Then you can troubleshoot from there…

What I found, for the most part, is that there are a ton of alternative additions and changes I can make to my life and training to help regulate these levels and ultimately my mental and physical state while keeping up with my program. I have started to do the following, with almost 180-degree turns overnight:

  • Focus on RECOVERY, both mental and physical – foam roll. Ice-cold showers and lot’s of stretching
  • Meditation (foreign to me, but trust me the power of controlled breath is kinda strangely miraculous)
  • Go to bed earlier. No seriously, just do it. And do anything you can to improve the quality of your sleep (I revamped my curtain situation so that zero light now gets in).
  • Drink less alcohol – this one for SO many reasons, but within the last week I have stayed further away from it and it’s really, really helped
  • When your training calls for an easy run, GO EASY. Decrease the 110% efforts you do. Relax your mind, smile at the people on the trail, walk up the hills if you have to. GO. FUCKING. SLOW sometimes. Crazy how effective this one is…it also helps you maintain Ketosis (more on that, and it’s benefits in endurance athletes, another time)

Am I blaming my depression solely on hormones? Absolutely not. You have to “Do the Work” (READ THIS BOOK) in all aspects of your life. Is it a contributing factor? Yes, I believe it is. Regardless of the causes, I am definitely walking away from my learnings with a greater sense of self, a better understanding of the contributing factors to my performance and well-being, and a more concrete plan on how to move forward with this ridiculously crazy endeavor I am on. I’d call that a solid W.




So Ironman training is…

Fun. Hard. Time consuming. Annoying. Exciting. Scary. All things everyone who has ever trained for anything, ever, knows.

I think the thing about the training that I am most surprised by is my mindset shift. When I “started” the training program, aka had a daily/weekly plan that I “officially” implemented into my life…I had zero concept of the volume. It had just been way too long since I had trained for something like this. It was intimidating as all hell. With GoRuck HCLS, I honestly relied on sheer fitness and luck to get through the intense amount of mileage we covered (over 65 miles total). When I began this journey, the HOURS you spend swimming, running, cycling, etc…seemed daunting. Now, they feel doable. And I get excited about some of the days. All good signs. Signs I have turned completely nuts. I’m one of THOSE tri-nerds now.

This whole “your life becomes training” ordeal people speak of, it’s completely true, and I’m a huge fan so far. I have found the love of engulfing myself into it, great timing because I happen to be going through a pretty rough and depressed emotional state for some personal reasons, and I have to say, that training is saving me. When I get down or sad or angry, I literally pop my laptop open and google search training plans, biking tips, ironman tips, all that stuff. It keeps my mind focused on the prize and away from going down a rabbit hole. Who has time for that anyway. When I swim, I feel calm. Cycling class occupies my mind and leaves me breathless. Running is my savior, it has always been the best dose of therapy for me. Training is saving me.

I ALSO GOT A NEW BIKE. New toys make for better moods too, am I right? She’s a 2016 Specialized Ruby Sport…and she’s beautiful. You can check her out on my Instagram. 🙂

What else is happening…well I am in love with my work and it’s going REALLY WELL. I feel accomplished, important, very successful, more of an adult than I ever have, oh, and guess what else, I moved to Walnut Creek! I think I love making fun of the suburbs JUST as much as I love living there. Space! A garage! A yard! Lucy can run around without abandon (kinda)! She also has a perma-friend (my roommate has a dog) so that keeps me sane as well. I actually enjoy driving to places like Target. And I live super close to my family. And my little morning routine of smoothies after a tough gym workout at the foo-foo gym snack bar are like, uh, amazing. It’s waspy and hilarious, but I am in love with suburban life. For now.

I miss San Franciscan life sometimes…Postmates (aka anything and everything on demand and delivered to you, always), really good coffee, lot’s of amazing cocktail spots, walking anywhere, those bridge views, the fog (yep, the fog), feeling apart of a “bubble”, insanely interesting people…actually, one hilarious differentiation I have made between SF and the burbs is the dating scene. I am on a few dating websites (Tinder and Bumble, for those in the know), and in SF, every guy you encounter is CEO or CoFounder or VP of this or that, and in the east bay…it’s more like “Construction” or “Teacher”. I haven’t really been out on many dates since living here so I can’t judge too much, but it’s a noticeable difference and somehow makes me think that the stereotypes about SF dwellers being know-it-all brats is true. That would make me a know it all brat. Really? Really. But now I am in the burbs being a know it all brat, so I’m like a hybrid. I’m a Fiat 500e. Sweet.

Lastly, I have some REALLY fun news! I was selected to be a Movemeant Foundation Ambassador for 2016 – 1 of 30 women across the country that will stand for women finding strength, self-love, and power through fitness, getting out of their comfort zone and getting active. I am so proud and honored to be a part of this elite group of women. I will be hosting some events, doing some promotions, and getting to walk alongside these incredible women in this journey to get women moving and be proud of their bodies….more to come so stay tuned!

Love and forza,