No One Tells You The Truth About What It’s Really Like After You Have a Baby…

So this is one thing I’ve learned. No one tells you the truth about what it’s really like after you have a baby- sure, everyone says it’s hard, it’s wonderful, you will be so tired, but no one tells you the juicy details about the insane emotional rollercoaster you are about to go on, without the option to get off. Maybe the people I talked to had a different experience than I am having, or maybe no one wants to scare you that bad.

Laurel, 10 days old. Me? Sleep deprived and emotional.


I’m sure everyone has heard (or experienced) the lovely side of having a baby, so I will keep this short. It really is the most amazing thing I’ve ever done. I get the science, the biology, behind how a baby is made, but come on, there has got to be some magic in there somewhere! My life was instantly changed the second my little girl came into this world (after 27 hours of labor- 3.5 hours of pushing…) My identity changed (I’m a mom!) and the way I look at the world changed. Here’s a good example, while I was pregnant, I though I would go back to work as soon as school started in the fall (I’m a teacher). As soon as that baby came out I starting trying to figure out a way that I could take the whole next year off….

Hadn’t showered in who knows how many days, and baby decided she only likes to sleep on the couch, so I’m stuck.

Everyday I am amazed at the things she does, like smile, or coo, or blow spit bubbles. I was never into babies, especially newborns. Quite honestly, they scared me. They are so fragile and..well…fragile! I never understood what was so cool about them. I get it now. Your own baby is basically the coolest baby in the world. The cutest, the smartest, most amazingly interesting creature you have ever laid eyes on. I fall more in love with this tiny human every single day.

11 weeks old/cutest baby I’ve ever seen…


So here is the other side. I’m going to attempt to be very honest here, even if it is slightly uncomfortable for me. I cried everyday (mostly in the evening) for the first 2 weeks after we got home from the hospital. After that, I felt like maybe I was getting things down, figuring it out, and feeling better. NOPE. After a 4-5 day grace period, the crying started again. pretty much everyday…for weeks. Ok, maybe a month and a half. So here’s the deal with the crying. “They” say it’s completely normal. What the hell does that even mean?? Does “normal” mean it’s ok? Does “normal” mean it happens to everyone? Does “normal” mean it’s not a big deal? What about the other feelings I was having? I had hours of intense longing to just be able to do something they way I used to- to just leave the house and go for a really long run, or go out to dinner with Joe and have a beer and just do whatever for 3 hours. These feelings were followed immediately by guilt. What kind of mom was I to wish to not be with my baby 24/7? I started to feel blah. Flat. Stuck. I worried…a lot.  Was I doing anything right? Was the baby getting enough to eat? Enough sleep? Was I talking to her enough? Doing enough to encourage her development? Was she healthy? Why couldn’t I sleep, even though I was beyond exhausted? Was I being a good wife? What if something happened to her? Or to me, or to Joe? I desperately wanted to leave the house, and yet at the same time, fear, guilt and worry kept me home, stuck on that same spot on the couch.


Then all of a sudden, I had 2 good days. I felt semi ok. I smiled, even laughed. Baby napped well. I made dinner. I went for a run. I thought to myself- “wow, I was thinking I might have some postpartum depression going on here, but that can’t be true, I had 2 good days!” I was so, so wrong. When the third day sucked, it felt 10 times worse. Joe and I had a minor argument (about the best way to get the baby to go back to sleep, of course) and I had a minor (ok MAJOR) breakdown.


I’ll skip forward a bit here. I called a trusted therapist, because I knew that was a good place to start. Even after just one session I was able to come away with a few things that would make the next weeks start to feel better. Since having the baby, I had been waiting for this untouchable feeling- the feeling of being back to my old self, which, in hindsight, was quite naive- I was never going to be my old self! Having a baby has instantly added a new dimension to my reality, and in order to feel good, I needed to reconcile the differences between the “old” me and the “mom” me. Once I figured this out, I was able to get myself on the path to feeling good again.

Something else I should add here- It doesn’t matter how easy or how hard your pregnancy/delivery/baby are/were. You can still feel awful. I have to say that I’ve been pretty lucky, my little person has been quite laid back (Kristy, if you are reading this, I know I’ve had it way easier than you!) I felt a little like an a hole for feeling the way I did when I knew my sister (who gave birth to her 2nd a day before me) had a baby that cried…loudly…every time she put her down. This is part of the issue though. We all try to qualify and compare our feelings. We try to tell ourselves we shouldn’t feel the way we do, tell ourselves we should feel happy because someone has it worse. This does NOTHING to make you feel better. Ignoring your feelings or trying to tell yourself they are invalid in anyway just makes things worse, and very likely can cause someone (…me) to have a major meltdown over a minor thing. So I suppose what I am saying is forget what everyone else thinks and just be honest with yourself. For real honest though, not just part of the way. 100% honest, even if it feels a little (or a lot) scary.

Running has been helpful. I was able to start again 6 weeks postpartum. I was physically ready, but probably not mentally. Recently I’ve gotten back to it- being on trails has made it 1000 times more enjoyable.

I’m finding it difficult to know how to sum this all up, mostly because this whole feeling better thing is a work in progress for me right now. In the past week I’ve had more good days than bad days. This is because I reached out, told people how I felt, and sought help. I like to do things on my own. I don’t like to ask for help. Sometimes though, everyone needs a little help, and this is nothing to be ashamed of.

As I continue on my journey as a person, who is now a mother in this world, I’d like anyone who is reading this to know that if you have any questions about my experience so far, please reach out, ask anything. Maybe it will be helpful to you, and surely it will be helpful to me.







Contemplating the word “expectation” and what it means to me brings up a rush of different feelings. I can think of the word in terms of what I expect of myself, and I can also think of it in terms of what other people expect of me. There is also this idea of appropriateness of expectations, and how that relates to goals and aspirations. Expectation(s) is a very loaded word, and the thoughts and ideas it brings up deserve more than a once over in terms of my own thinking and how the word is integrated into my being.

Moving on one of my favorite local trails

Lets start by talking about the expectations of other people. Family, friends, coworker, whatever. How do the perceived expectations of others affect you? For me, thinking about this particular topic can produce positive and negative feelings. What it really gets down to is that fact that I have a tendency to “be” who I think others want me to be and often times don’t give as much weight to who I really want to be. I don’t know if this comes from a place of worrying I’ll disappoint, or if it comes from a bad habit I’ve picked up as an adult- people pleasing. It’s most likely a combination of the two, both of which serve no positive place in my life. Looking at these two things -people pleasing and worrying about disappointing people- I don’t see much room for being completely honest with myself, or even being completely honest with others. It’s time for a bit of change in thinking here. If I’m going to be really honest, the “fear” here is in thinking I’ll do something that causes others to not like me or be upset with me. I don’t think that this is uncommon, but if I stop and use my head for a second, I can see that it’s a little silly. I’m not going to make any terrible decisions (they might not all be great) and if I happen to do something that makes someone else really upset, I can be mature enough to take responsibility for my actions, but at the same time, be open enough to say that maybe this person doesn’t belong in my close circle, and maybe I shouldn’t place any weight on their judgements of me.

Finish line: Mixed feelings about the time here- super slow for me, but based on the circumstances, I *should* feel pretty good about it!

On to personal expectations. Having expectations is a good thing, the higher, the better, right? Maybe. It’s important to believe in yourself enough to set the bar high, but it’s important to consider just how realistic those high expectations are. Training for and completing an ultra marathon is a good thing to look at. Not everyone wants to do this, but for those of you who do, how realistic is this? Do you have the time? What type of physical shape are you in? Why do you even want to do it? For me, I felt it was a realistic challenge. It was at that place that was just almost out of reach, but not quite. Sometimes its good to have really big, intimidating goals. The pay off is huge. I put in months of work, mental and physical, and the end result was completing a feat I never would have thought possible just a few years earlier. When you set your expectations high, you have the chance to learn a lot about yourself as you work to accomplish a goal, as well as the opportunity to grow as a person and experience a bit confidence boost when you meet those high expectations.

Such a challenging run, but so worth it!

What happens when you need to change your expectations for yourself though? What happens if you are injured while training? Is is smart or realistic to expect you can still complete an ultra marathon? Probably not. I have found it very difficult to readjust my expectations for myself when life happens. When you get used to having high expectations and big goals, it’s hard to allow yourself to lower the bar. Is it really lowering the bar though, when you readjust your expectations to your current circumstances? I think not. Even as I type this, and I know that respecting your current situation is the most health thing to do, it’s still hard for me to accept that I have had to readjust my expectations for running recently. For months, I’ve had it in my mind that I would run a faster 5k, and also complete another ultra before winter. My current life situation makes this pretty much impossible, but I am still finding it difficult to allow for the readjustment. I think my advice to anyone in this situation is that  you’ve just got to remember to be in the moment. If you are living in the moment, you aren’t stuck in the past, thinking about what you used to be able to do, and you aren’t worrying about the future, thinking about how you might make a come back. You are respecting your current self, and finding new ways to challenge yourself, in a kind and safe way. Even when you have to readjust your expectations, you can still find a way to place the bar high, while still respecting who you are at this very moment. High expectations can always be had, you’ve just got to respect and realize that a high expectation is not a stagnant line, just like us as people, expectations needs room to shift and grow, based on who we are at this exact moment.






Currently, I’m taking some downtime. Not by choice. My feelings are all over the place about this too, and I considered not sharing, but have now decided that in order to be honest, and to show a complete picture of  a) what running entails and b) the way my mind works, I was obligated to share.


My feet miss these shoes.

In a nutshell, I’ve not really been able to run since my 50k. 3 days after the race, I went out on a short trail run, and my right knee was really hurting, but I figured I just needed to get warmed up, and the pain would go away. It did not. I did not run again until Sunday, thinking I just needed a little more rest. I planned to do 10 miles. I started out feeling ok, but slowly, as miles went on, my knee hurt worse. I had to stop completely at mile 8. I’m now on my second week of not running.

Seen on my last attempt at a long run…


My first feeling is “shit” and lots of other swears. As the days have gone by, I’ve had a chance to really pinpoint some of the reason I LOVE running. Not running sucks. BAD.

I’m not a sit around at home on the weekend type of person, and running is one of the things that helps occupy my time. When I’m done with my run, I’m settled, and at that point, find it easy to relax.

I also just love the feeling of running. I like moving fast, and I like how my legs feel when they hit the ground and shove off for that next stride. I love getting sweaty, too.

I love being outside, in the woods, moving. I feel very free, energized, alive, clean and relaxed when it’s just me and the trail. I need it.

I’ve also struggled with feelings of guilt- I’ve got plenty of friends who have experienced major injuries this year, and have not been able to run in months. Here I am complaining because it’s going on 2 weeks. I should appreciate that I haven’t been injured all spring, and that I was healthy through all of my training. I DO appreciate that. I’ve decided that I’m still allowed to say that this sucks. The weather has been beautiful, everything is green, and all I want to do is run in the woods, and I can’t. I mean, I suppose I could, but I’d be potentially sidelining myself for the rest of the summer.

I miss this…….

So here is my deal. I suck at resting. I like to be active. I like to run and hike. I can’t do those things right now. If I want to do those things again soon, I have to rest. So shit, I guess I have to rest. I’ve got big goals for this summer and fall, and right now it looks like I’ve just got to practice some patience and acceptance, and hope that good behavior (resting!) for a bit will allow me run strong, maybe stronger, in the (near, very near!) future!

Tikaani is feeling the pain too, if we don’t run, he doesn’t run 😦

50k Race Ramblings From The Salomon Trail Running Festival at Pineland Farms


Ready to go!

Well, I did it. I finished my first 50k! Yesterday, mid-race, I told myself that 1 ultra distance race would most likely be enough for me. Today I’ve changed my mind a bit, but I’ll get into that later. Let me tell you how this one went first!


I’ll start out by saying I felt very prepared. I trained appropriately and smart. I felt strong and healthy. No matter how much training I do, I still can’t seem to get over the pre-race nervous stomach! The morning of the race, I got up, planned to eat my typical long run breakfast, but was only able to take down a little coffee and half of a bagel.

We left the house with plenty of time to spare, I had everything I needed laid out the night before, so getting ready was a breeze. About half way there, Joe realized he forgot his running shoes! No big deal, he wasn’t racing, but was planning on pacing me for the last 5 miles. He decided he’d run barefoot if he had to.

When we got to Pineland, we easily found a parking space, and walked to the starting line. It was cool and cloudy- perfect racing weather. Time before the race seemed to go quickly, and before I knew it, I was standing at the starting line, ready to run. I started off a little fast, as the beginning of the course seemed to be mostly downhill. Not long after that I started to get a taste of the “relentless rolling hills” I read about on the course description. None of them were long, but they were honestly never ending. If you weren’t going up, you were going down. The trail itself was smooth, wide and not technical. It was nice to not have to worry about footing. Visually, it was a beautiful course, through woods and fields, and although the rolling hills just kept coming, they kept it interesting.


The fields: beautiful looking back, but my least favorite part during the race.

Somewhere around mile 5 or 6 I caught up with Jasmine, an IG friend, and ran with her and her friend for a bit. It was nice to have someone to talk to for awhile!  They were hiking most of the hills, which I hadn’t thought to do, so I joined them for a bit.After a few miles, I went on with out them. Not long after this I started experiencing some serious nausea. I had taken in one Huma, and around mile 10 I got one more down. As I continued to feel sick to my stomach, I was a little worried about how I’d be able to finish if I couldn’t eat. Thank god I had my hydration pack filled with Tailwind.

I’m not going to go into all of the lovely detail about how I dealt with the continuous nausea, because no one wants to hear that!

I will say that despite this issue, I experienced many great things at this race. Later in the race, as an answer to my prayers, Jasmine and her friend were coming into an aid station just as I was leaving. My positive self talk was helping (You feel fine! you can do this!) but I was really needing some extra help. I ran with them until mile 25ish, and it was just what I needed! I also loved the encouragement and positivity of all the other runners. People who passed me always had kind words and smiles. The volunteers at the aid stations were helpful and positive, filling my water bottle up for me when I needed it. I’ve never encountered such a welcoming, positive vibe at a race before!


I bet I’m telling Joe something like “I feel great except I want to puke everywhere”.

When I knew I only had 5 miles to go, I felt my second wind kick in. I knew that I could do anything for 5 miles, and I knew Joe was planning on joining me. He was waiting when I came by, and we were off. I maintained a better pace in those final miles than I had for quite some time. I was sure I was going to cry (and puke) at the finish line, but I did neither. I sprinted it out, and honestly, was just slightly in awe of the day. I was out on that course for 6 hours and 17 minutes, experienced a roller coaster of emotions, and finished strong, smiling!




No doubt, the support of others was crucial for me in this race, but equally important were the pep talks I gave myself. I remembered a quote, “if it hurts to run and it hurts to walk, then run”. When I thought about stopping at one point, I very quickly realized just how much more horrible it would feel to not finish. I’ve learned that my body is strong, and so is my mind. I can do hard things. Physically and mentally. I ran an ultra marathon!



The most comfortable grass ever.


Looking forward, I’ve got my sights set on the Big Brad Ultra (50k). Same distance, more challenge. Technical trails, and instead of 1,800 feet of total elevation gain, I’ll be dealing with about 4,500. I think this sounds like a lovely challenge!


Thank you to my mom and David for taking photos and cheering me on. Thanks to all of my friends and family who were not able to be at the race, but were encouraging and supportive during training. Thank you Rebecca for telling me to just keep going, and for sticking around after rocking your 25k! Thank you Jasmine (and your friend!) for running with me and listening to me complain. Thank you guy after the race who asked me if I had everything I needed, and delivered two pieces of pizza to me so I didn’t need to get up off my lovely spot of grass. Thanks to  Laurie for pumping me up pre race and cheering me on. Thank you Amber for cheering me on from the start and for congratulating me at the end, all the while supporting your awesome man who ran the 50 miles! Thank you to the volunteers, runners and everyone else who made this race such a positive experience for me! Finally, Thank you Joe, the man of my dreams, for putting up with my training schedule, for rubbing my feet, listening to me talk about running, and for running the last 5 miles with me, in a pair of borrowed shoes.

My first experience running an ultra was a great one, and I highly recommend that anyone who is interested in checking out trail running and/or ultra running give it a try!


Ultra Training Week??? Pre-Race Thoughts


Yay for shorts and tank tops!


Honestly? My thoughts? I have none….



Ok, just kidding! It’s just that I have so many, I’d break the internets if I posted them all. I’ve got 11 days until race day, and I’ve started checking the long range forecast. I’m mentally preparing for any type of weather, and I’m secretly ( ok not so secretly) hoping for partly sunny, low of 50, high of 60 and a light breeze. That’s not asking too much, is it? I am excited, but surprisingly not nervous. I’m looking forward to testing myself. I also want to cover my whole body in KT tape and run in a padded hallway. The only thing I’m truly nervous about is somehow hurting myself in some stupid way before race day.

It’s been warm finally, and Tikaani loves taking advantage of *every* body of water

My run’s have been great lately, I’ve divided them quite evenly between roads and trails. Even had a close encounter with coyote’s on Sunday while we were checking out a new trail in Searsmont. I’m still not loving the decreased miles- a break is nice, but….well, I want my miles back!

I’ve got plenty of thoughts about this time before the race, but they aren’t really coming together in a coherent way, so I’ll just leave you with some photos!


I’ve got some pretty great trails to run close to home!


Joe and Tikaani running along the Georges River
View going up Appleton Ridge


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Running, Just to Run


Right now, I am exactly halfway through training week 16/taper week 2. The bulk of my training has been wonderful. I’ve followed my plan, my endurance has increased to a place it’s never been before, and I feel like I am stronger than I have ever been. I’ve rested when I should, and I’ve pushed hard when I’ve needed to.

This whole taper thing has me feeling a little odd though. First, the sight of decreasing milage on my plan makes me worry, even though I know I should not. Second, I am sick, third, I’ve become super paranoid that I’m going to get injured!


So, my response to these things, some I can change, some I can’t, has been to reconnect with the joy of running, and the easiest way for me to do that is to get off the road and get on the trail! I’ve kept a rough expectation of how many miles I’d like to cover, but I’m not tracking pace. I’m running, just to run.


Running trails, to me, is the most freeing experience. It’s a  pure physical expression of uninhibited joy . Moving between the trees, over rocks and through mud, running up and down hills, jumping  over streams- it’s all just so amazingly invigorating, yet settling at the same time. It feels like freely flying, and all at once, also rooting down into the earth. I smile, and sometimes even laugh as I glide though the forest, wet feet, muddy legs, heart full.



When I run like this, I connect with that other part of myself. Not the goal oriented, plan following part, which running also fulfills, but that other part, that wants to throw the plans out the window, explore, and just be- with out expectations. The part that just wants to experience all parts of this life, the grit, the understated beauty, the breath taking moments.


When I return from these runs, I feel satisfied and calmed. I also look forward to the next time I’m able to return to that child like feeling of being without a care in the world that can only be produced by stomping through mud and jumping over rocks on winding forest trails.


*Sometimes you run trails with mud and rocks, sometimes, when you go out in search of new trails to run, you find yourself knee deep in a never ending bog, but you smile just the same, because nature, in all of it’s ways, feels good.