Author: Marie Puebla

  • Understanding My Sleep Struggles: A Candid Review

    Understanding My Sleep Struggles: A Candid Review

    Listen… I checked my sleep data for the week, and honestly?
    My circadian rhythm is fighting for its life.

    As someone who runs, lifts, trains for HYROX, parents, studies accounting, and still tries to pretend she’s thriving… I knew I was tired.
    But the numbers said: “Girl. Sit down.”

    So let’s talk about what my sleep schedule actually says about me this week and how you can learn from it before your body files an HR complaint.


    My Body Wants Routine… I’m Just Disrespectful

    My average bedtime: 11:23 PM
    My average wake time: 5:30 AM

    This means my body is TRYING to be consistent.
    Like, she’s there. She’s ready.
    She’s clocking in for the night shift.

    But am I giving her enough hours to recover from CrossFit, running, mom duties, and life?
    Absolutely not.

    It’s giving:
    “I love discipline but also love chaos.”


    The Sleep Hours Are Embarrassing

    If sleep was a relationship, I’d be the toxic one.

    For someone who asks a LOT from their body: strength, endurance, patience with children who yell at Fortnite this is not enough.


    Saturday Ruined Everything

    Let’s be honest.

    One night of 3.5 hours of sleep will absolutely:

    • spike stress hormones
    • crush recovery
    • make you crave sugar
    • ruin your mood
    • make your training feel heavy
    • and have you fighting invisible enemies all day

    That one night dragged my weekly score down like a toxic ex.


    But My Wake Time Is Loyal

    Despite all the chaos, my circadian rhythm said:

    “I don’t care what time you went to sleep. We wake up at 5:30.”

    This type of commitment… I wish my kids had when it’s time to get ready.

    A consistent wake time is actually amazing for your internal clock.
    It stabilizes hormones, energy, hunger cues all of it.

    But the problem?
    I’m waking up consistently tired.


    My Sleep Score Knows I’m Struggling

    Anytime I gave my body 7+ hours, my sleep score jumped into the 70s and 80s.

    Anytime I acted dumb?
    Score dropped into the 40s.

    My watch said:
    “You want to be a high-performance athlete AND a full-time student?
    Okay, but you need to SLEEP first, ma’am.”


    So What Does This All Mean?

    My circadian rhythm is actually solid.
    It knows what it wants.

    But my sleep habits do NOT match my lifestyle.
    I’m asking my body to run a marathon on iPhone battery level 5%.

    Between training, kids, school, and running a whole gym community…
    I need 7–8 hours. Minimum.

    Right now, I’m averaging about 5.7.

    My rhythm is steady…
    but severely under-supported.

    Same, girl. Same.


    Practical Tips to Actually Improve Your Sleep (Not Just Manifest It)

    Here are the things that ACTUALLY help — backed by science AND tested by “I wake up at 5:30 whether I like it or not” energy:

    1. Set a Realistic Bedtime

    Aim for 10:30 PM if you wake up at 5:30.
    Yes, I know. Yes, I’m also fighting for my life about it.

    2. Create a “Shut Down” Routine

    Your body needs signals that sleep is coming:

    • turn off bright lights
    • stop scrolling
    • stretch for 2 minutes
    • drink water
    • wipe your counters like a dramatic Latina mom

    3. Limit late caffeine

    A 5 PM cold brew?
    She’s cute but she’s treating you wrong.

    4. Reduce hyper-stimulation at night

    That includes:

    • stress-cleaning
    • intense workouts
    • rapid-fire texting
    • TikTok rabbit holes about “9 things ruining your life”

    5. Keep your wake time consistent

    THIS is your superpower.
    You’re already nailing the hardest part.

    6. Support recovery around your training

    If you’re running, lifting, and parenting —
    You need sleep the way your car needs gas.
    No gas = no go.


    Conclusion: Your Body Is Doing Its Best — Help Her Out

    Your circadian rhythm isn’t the problem.
    Your schedule isn’t the problem.
    Even your early wake-up time isn’t the problem.

    The real issue is that you’re doing high-performance things on low-performance sleep.

    If you want:

    • better runs
    • better lifts
    • better mood
    • better recovery
    • better discipline

    …you need more sleep than what you’re currently giving yourself.

    Your goals deserve a rested version of you, not the exhausted, “don’t talk to me” gremlin version.

  • ✨ Stepping Into My Calling (AKA: God Said “Get Up Girl, It’s Time”)

    ✨ Stepping Into My Calling (AKA: God Said “Get Up Girl, It’s Time”)

    If you would’ve told me a few years ago that I’d be writing a blog about becoming a coach, I would’ve said “cállate” and kept scrolling. Truly.

    But here we are because lately God has been dropping hints on me like I’m the main character in a movie and the plot twist is:

    “You’re meant for more. Get up.”

    And honestly?
    I feel it.


    The Signs Have Been Loud (Like Me)

    Let’s be real… I’ve been getting signs left and right:

    • People constantly asking me if what they’re feeling in training is normal
    • Friends coming to me with their life crises (I ask one question and suddenly we’re unpacking entire childhoods)
    • Becoming community coordinator at my gym
    • Being trusted to plan events, partner with brands, and lead people
    • My Run With Discipline journal becoming real
    • Creating a free 7-day discipline guide
    • Running, CrossFit, Hyrox, mom life… all the chaos
    • Being asked for advice like I’m everyone’s personal therapist/coach
    • God opening doors I never even knocked on

    After a while I had to sit back like:
    Okay God… I see you. Stop yelling. I’m coming.


    Why Coaching? Because People Who Feel Lost Are My People

    I don’t want to coach elite athletes.
    I don’t want to coach perfect people.
    I don’t want to coach people who have it all figured out.

    No.

    I want to coach the ones who say:

    • “I want to start… but I don’t even know where to begin.”
    • “I feel lost but I want to feel strong again.”
    • “I want to be consistent but also I’m tired.”
    • “I want to show up for myself the same way I show up for everyone else.”

    These are my people.
    These are the ones I feel called to serve.


    My Mission (Read This in My Voice)

    Discipline. Sustainable fitness.
    And remembering you are more than the titles given to you.

    If you can show up for a job you don’t love, you can show up for a life you DO love.

    If you would die for your kids, maybe it’s time you live for them.

    You deserve confidence.
    You deserve strength.
    You deserve to feel like YOU again.


    My Coaching Style? A Mix of “I Love You” and “Get It Together”

    I’m the coach who will:

    • hype you up
    • remind you who tf you are
    • make you laugh when you want to cry
    • hold you accountable
    • give you discipline tools
    • encourage your growth
    • tell you “cállate” when you start making excuses
    • lovingly bully you into greatness

    I’m not here to be perfect.
    I’m here to walk with you and guide you through the messy, beautiful beginning stages of change.


    What My Coaching Will Focus On

    This is NOT a bootcamp.
    This is NOT a “lose 20 lbs in 2 weeks” program.
    This is NOT a “be perfect or else” moment.

    This is about building the foundation:

    • Discipline
    • Mindset
    • Beginner-friendly fitness
    • Simple routines that actually work
    • Goals you’ll follow through with
    • Sustainable habits
    • Accountability
    • Community
    • Purpose

    We’re rebuilding your life one choice at a time.


    The Soft Launch (Because Bestie Is Pacing Herself)

    I’m not doing a dramatic “COMING SOON” trailer.
    I’m easing in. Soft girl era but with discipline.

    Over the next few weeks, I’m rolling out:

    ✨ A free 7-day Discipline Reset ebook
    ✨ A beginner-friendly workshop at my gym
    ✨ A run clinic (because y’all keep asking)
    ✨ A few limited coaching spots for people ready to begin
    If you’ve been wanting to change your life — but you feel overwhelmed, lost, or unsure where to start — I’m building this space for you.


    Want In? Stay Close.

    You can:

    • 💌 Join my newsletter
    • 📩 DM me on Instagram @tipswith_marie
    • 👀 Watch for announcements
    • 🙋‍♀️ Join the waitlist for coaching or my upcoming events

    This is the beginning of something I’ve been prepared for without even realizing it.

    Thank you for reading, for supporting, and for walking with me.

    And if you read all of this…
    cállate, you love me.

    Marie
    Run With Discipline™

  • Training as a Mom: Juggling CrossFit, Kids, and Life

    Training as a Mom: Juggling CrossFit, Kids, and Life

    At 5AM, I’m loading a barbell. By 7AM, I’m loading backpacks. Somewhere in between, I’m loading my heart with the truth that strength starts inside.

    Barbell

    This season of my life is full. Full of CrossFit, Hyrox training, school drop-offs, soccer practices, and bedtime stories. But I wouldn’t trade it, because every rep, every run, every shuffle from the gym to the soccer field is shaping not just my body, but my mindset.

    Why I’m Back in the CrossFit

    Earlier this year, I pressed pause on CrossFit to focus on marathon training. Running was my main goal, and I poured myself into it. But as much as I loved the miles, I missed the barbell. I missed the feeling of strength building in my body, the way CrossFit keeps you ready for real life movements, and most of all. I missed the community.

    CrossFit isn’t just a workout for me. It’s high-fives after a tough WOD (workout of the day). It’s celebrating small wins with people who genuinely want to see you succeed. It’s pushing myself in ways I never thought possible, surrounded by people who believe I can.

    Right now, I’m splitting my time between CrossFit four days a week and Hyrox training twice a week, with two small-mile run days to keep my endurance up (2 miles running + 2 miles walking). Originally, I had my heart set on Hyrox in November, but the event sold out. So now I’m eyeing a CrossFit competition in October instead.

    Strava log August 11 , 2025

    A Recent Win That Lit Me Up

    I just completed a Hyrox simulator, and it left me buzzing with motivation. It was one of those workouts where your lungs burn, your legs scream, and you feel so alive you can’t wait to do it again. That’s the kind of energy I want to carry into competition season. Whether that’s Hyrox, CrossFit, or both.

    Video of Hyrox simulator

    Training as a Mom of Two

    The hardest part? Balancing my own training with my kids’ schedules. At 5 and 7, they’re in year-round soccer, which means weekday practices and weekend games. My workouts have to be planned around their routines but I’ve learned that discipline isn’t just about sticking to my schedule. It’s about finding a rhythm that works for the whole family.

    Some days, that means I’m training before the sun comes up. Other days, I squeeze in a session between school pickup and practice drop-off. It’s not perfect, but it’s possible.

    Faith in the Grind

    My faith shapes how I approach training. I believe in treating my body as a temple fueling it well, challenging it, and also resting it. But just as important is feeding my mind and spirit. Lately, I’ve been deepening my Bible study time, and I’ve found that my spiritual strength and physical strength go hand in hand.

    Every time I train, I thank God for the ability to move. Every time I hit a PR or finish a tough workout, I remember it’s by His grace that I’m able to do it.

    For the Moms Chasing Big Goals

    If I could give one piece of advice to another busy mom chasing big goals, it’s this:

    Don’t wait for the “perfect” season — train in the one you’re in. Your schedule may be messy. Your time may be short. But the discipline you build now will carry into every other part of your life.

    Whether it’s CrossFit, Hyrox, running, or just chasing your kids around the yard. You are stronger than you think.

    Your Turn:

    What’s the big goal you’re training for right now? Drop it in the comments. I’d love to cheer you on.

    And if you want to get updates on my training, faith, and tips for balancing it all, join my email list. I’m working on something special for women who want to be strong in every season.

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  • 💭 Crashing Out Because… How Did He Grow Up So Fast?

    💭 Crashing Out Because… How Did He Grow Up So Fast?

    I don’t know if it’s the hormones, the music, or the Facebook memories, but I’m crashing out.

    Eight years ago, I was just a baby having a baby.

    Eight years ago, he was still in my belly — and I was waddling around with swollen ankles, leaking titties, suffering to walk, trying to catch my breath after just going to the bathroom. Nights were long. Sleep? Nonexistent. I stayed up watching George Lopez reruns at 3 a.m., hands on my belly, wondering who this tiny person was going to be.

    Now, I blink, and somehow that tiny person is tall enough to grab snacks from the top shelf.

    Somehow his voice sounds different when he calls “Mom.”

    Somehow I’m Googling soccer cleats instead of swaddles.

    I read this poem today and it broke me:

    I see you growing every day, but I don’t really notice it,

    until someone who hasn’t seen you every day does,

    a Facebook memory flashes before me,

    or the size of yesterday suddenly doesn’t fit.

    The shock is my reality.

    I smile, cry inside,

    and proclaim: “It goes so fast”.

    that same child I’ve known since before anyone else,

    and think — “Watching you grow is the best experience of my life.

    And even if it hurts a little, loving you today helps more than a lot”.

    And just like that, I’m crying again.

    Because they were right. It goes so fast.

    I put on Carrie Underwood’s What I Never Knew I Always Wanted and Trace Adkins’ You’re Gonna Miss This — and it was over for me. Full puddle. Snot, tears, the whole thing.

    I think what gets me the most is this: I still see him as the baby I met before the rest of the world did. But I’m also falling in love with the person he’s becoming ; the way he laughs, the way he runs, the way he’s starting to dream big dreams

    It’s bittersweet. And it hurts. But it’s also the sweetest hurt I’ll ever know.

    If you’re in this season too, just know:

    Yes, it goes fast. But loving them today right now makes the speed a little less cruel.

  • Finding Discipline Through Faith: My Journey of Bible Study

    Finding Discipline Through Faith: My Journey of Bible Study

    I started this blog back in February thinking I would share running tips, training plans, and marathon reflections. Running has always given me a sense of discipline – a purpose to wake up early, to push past comfort, to strive for something bigger than myself.

    But as time goes on, I realize this blog is becoming more than just a place for running tips. It’s turning into a narrative of my life – my transitions, my struggles, my little wins, and my ongoing search for meaning.

    Recently, that search has brought me back to God.

    I have been feeling this pull to start reading the Bible. Not just reading it, but really studying it – understanding its wisdom, history, and promises. I want to know what it says about discipline, love, peace, and purpose. I want to grow closer to God, not just for myself but for my kids, my family, my future, and my inner peace.

    To be honest, sometimes I wonder if posting about God is obnoxious or hypocritical. I am far from perfect. I still mess up. I still struggle with consistency. I only recently started going to church, and it’s not yet a strong habit. But this year, in His name, I swore off alcohol because I wanted to become a better version of myself, and I felt Him leading me there.

    I am learning that discipline is not about perfection – it’s about surrendering and showing up, day by day.


    My Call to Action

    I am here writing this to say:

    ➡️ I want to start studying the Bible more deeply.

    ➡️ I want friends to do it with.

    ➡️ If anyone is interested in meeting weekly or biweekly on Zoom or Google Chat to read, study, and reflect together, please let me know.

    I don’t know exactly what this will look like, but I want to build a small community that supports each other in understanding God’s word, finding peace, and living with discipline and purpose.


    Final Thoughts

    Thank you for reading my story. Sharing honestly is what I can offer right now.

    If you want to join me in this journey or have resources or tips for Bible study as a beginner, comment below or message me. Let’s grow together.

    “But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” – Matthew 6:33

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  • Do It Afraid: Even When It Feels Like You’ll Fail

    Do It Afraid: Even When It Feels Like You’ll Fail

    Have you ever felt like everything around you was screaming, “You’re going to fail”? Like no matter how hard you try, it feels like you’re just not enough… or maybe it’s just not the right time?

    I’ve felt that lately. And honestly… it’s hard. But here’s what I’ve been thinking about:

    What if you did it afraid anyway?

    What if you showed up for your dreams, your goals, your calling – even with trembling knees, a shaky voice, and all your doubts whispering at you? What if you just showed up anyway?

    This week I was reading The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, and the chapter about “Begin With the End in Mind” really got me thinking. Successful people don’t just wait for life to happen to them. They decide what they want, they see it, and they start walking towards it… even if fear is following close behind.

    And honestly, sometimes you have to be a little delusional to start.

    Sometimes you have to look at your goal and believe you’ve already achieved it. That’s what I took from “begin with the end in mind.” Because when you’re clear about what you want, you can start retracing the steps of people who have already done it. You can study their habits, their discipline, their mindset. You can get in rooms with people who are already where you dream to be.

    Because here’s the truth I’m learning:

    If the people closest to you don’t motivate you to become better ;and I said motivate, not compete ,then you’re missing out. You deserve to be around people who inspire you to say:

    “I want to be better.” “I deserve better.” “My family deserves better.” “My friends deserve better.” “Because God knows I’m better.”

    Sometimes fear keeps us in circles that keep us small. Fear makes us settle. But God didn’t place these dreams in your heart without also giving you what you need to walk them out. You come with so many strengths already within you. Any weakness you have can be refined with learning, practice, and humility.

    I keep thinking about Joshua 1:9:

    “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.”

    God never said there wouldn’t be fear. He just promised He’d be with you through it.

    So today, I just want to encourage you:

    If you’re scared… do it afraid.

    If it feels impossible… do it anyway.

    If you don’t feel ready… do it anyway.

    You don’t have to have it all together to begin. You just need to begin.

    ✨ Would a reflection journal to help guide your mindset and faith each day serve you right now? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

  • June felt like a finish line and a starting point all at once.

    I ran my first marathon this month.

    Twenty-six point freaking two miles.

    A distance I once thought only existed in movies and Boston qualifications, and now it’s part of my story. Not just a medal or a Strava entry, but proof of every 5 AM wake-up, every Sunday long run, every time I said “yes” to the uncomfortable.

    But that wasn’t even the most transformational part of my month.

    Earlier in June, I went on a spiritual retreat with my mom. We shared silence. Tears. Laughter. Prayers. It was healing in a way that no gym or run ever could be. Our bond feels deeper. Like we’re finally seeing each other—not just as mother and daughter, but as two women trying to be whole.

    I also started this blog.

    Back in February, I hit “publish” on my first ever blog post.

    What started as a space to talk about running quickly turned into something more—

    a journal, a mission, a reset button.

    I called it Tips with Marie, but in many ways, it’s been a love letter to myself.

    To the woman rebuilding her life.

    To the mom learning how to chase her goals without guilt.

    To anyone out there trying to figure it all out mid-stride.

    I never expected to grow so much, or feel so seen just by writing out my truth. And honestly? I’m just getting started.

    June Was a Wake-Up Call

    This month forced me to confront some hard truths:

    I had been overtraining but underhealing. I was chasing “strong” but avoiding softness. I wanted discipline but forgot to practice grace.

    So I pivoted.

    I joined a new CrossFit gym—not just for the gains, but for the community and a clean slate. I’m learning to find strength without burnout. Progress without punishment.

    The Halfway Check-In: 2025 Goals

    We’re halfway through the year, so let’s rewind to what I set out to do in January.

    Goals I set at the beginning of the year:

    ✅ Run a marathon

    ✅ Get closer to my mom

    ✅ Build my blog/brand

    ✅ Wake up at 5 AM consistently

    ✅ Stay sober

    ✅ Pass my classes

    ⚠️ Heal emotionally

    ⚠️ Get financially free

    ⚠️ Believe I’m enough

    Some boxes are checked. Some are still messy.

    But growth isn’t linear, and I’ve stopped expecting perfection from the woman who’s still becoming.

    What’s Next?

    I’m not chasing a “new me.”

    I’m coming home to her.

    July isn’t about hustling harder. It’s about refining the habits that already work.

    Running to feel alive, not just fast.

    Eating to fuel, not to fix.

    Writing to process, not perform.

    Loving myself without conditions.

    I’ll keep choosing discipline over drama, faith over fear, and purpose over pressure.

    Let’s see where the next six months take us.

    This isn’t the end. It’s the halfway magic.

    Want to reflect with me?

    Here’s a journaling prompt you can use:

    📝 What have you already accomplished this year that you didn’t celebrate enough?

    📝 What part of your January self would be proud of you today?

    📝 What are you ready to release before you step into the next half of 2025?

  • 🏁 Mile 23 Broke Me: How My First Marathon Took Me Apart and Put Me Back Together

    🏁 Mile 23 Broke Me: How My First Marathon Took Me Apart and Put Me Back Together

    By Marie from Tips with Marie

    Let me be clear…

    I did not overthink this. I signed up for a full marathon kind of the way you sign up for a free trial… casually and with zero clue of what’s coming next.

    I didn’t even really look at the course until the week of. That should tell you everything.

    🏃‍♀️ Training? Let’s call it… vibes.

    I joined a local run club and followed whatever schedule they had going on.

    Mondays: 4 miles Tuesdays: Track (when I could keep up) Wednesdays & Fridays: 4 to 6 miles Thursdays: Glorious rest Weekends: Long runs that increased by a mile each week

    I got up to 15 miles, hit a wall, cried a little, backed off, and built back up to 20. Was I ready? Meh. But I knew I was finishing.

    My only real goal: don’t die and maybe sneak in under 5 hours.

    ☀️ Race Day: Energy? Immaculate.

    I woke up on race day like a golden retriever on espresso.

    Happy. Energized. Borderline delusional.

    Pointing up at the Rock ‘n’ Roll arch display

    The first 10 miles? An actual blast.

    I was smiling like I was in a Nike commercial.

    Runner’s high? Baby, I was flying.

    Mile 15–20? Still good. Suspiciously good. Something felt off, but I ignored it because ✨ vibes ✨.

    💥 Mile 23: When Everything Fell Apart

    Mile 20 is where the cracks started. I called my kids. Then my friends. Then my parents. I needed voices that knew my heart.

    At mile 23? Everything hurt. Walking hurt. Running hurt. Stopping hurt.

    And then, the worst pain: my own mind turned against me.

    The self-doubt was so loud. I was mean to myself. Ugly. Cruel.  

    That’s when it hit me:  

    How we talk to ourselves matters. Especially when no one’s watching and everything is on fire

    It felt like a movie.

    I flashed back to the little me. I saw things I had blocked out for years. While still moving forward. My body was done, but something deeper pushed me.

    🏅 The Only Thing That Kept Me Going

    My kids.

    I told them I’d come back with a medal. There was no turning back.

    Every step hurt, but my mantra played on repeat:

    Put in the work. Rest at the end.

    It’s what I tell them before their soccer games. That day, I needed to hear it from them. So I called them again.

    🏁 The Finish Line Felt… Complicated

    I crossed it.

    But I didn’t take pics. I didn’t cry. I didn’t smile.

    I felt numb.

    Instead of joy, I felt like a failure. I thought, “Who do I think I am?”

    And just like that, I stole the moment from myself.

    💤 Aftermath: Grandma Limping + Electrolyte Love

    It took a full week to function again.

    I swore I’d never run another marathon.

    Spoiler alert: I’m already looking for the next race.

    🧠 What the Marathon Gave Me

    It gave me… me. A new me.

    One who understands that the voice in your head can either drown you or carry you.

    One who still has self-doubt, but also a new rule:

    “We don’t stop just because it gets hard.”

    I still sometimes catch myself feeling like I’m failing at life but I’m learning that failure doesn’t define who you are.

    You can always rewrite your story.

    Running stripped me down. And in that rawness, I saw how much I’d been blocking the very things I once prayed for.

    Love. Joy. Peace.

    The marathon didn’t just give me a medal.

    It gave me my power back.

    Final Thoughts:

    Thinking of running a marathon? Do it.

    Not for the pace. Not for the medal.

    Do it to meet the version of yourself who’s waiting on the other side of pain.

    She’s strong. She’s soft. She puts in the work.

  • 4 Days Out: The Race Is Mental, and I’m Ready

    In just four days, I’ll run my first marathon.

    I’ve said that sentence out loud more times than I can count lately, and each time it hits a little different. A little deeper. Because I’m not just running 26.2 miles—I’m stepping into a version of me I didn’t know existed.

    The Miles That Broke Me (and Built Me)

    One of the biggest mental blocks in this journey? The mileage.

    Anything over 15 miles used to terrify me.

    The first time I hit 15, it completely broke me—mentally and physically. I was sore for three weeks. I couldn’t bring myself to run more than 4 miles for a while. My body hurt, but honestly? My mind hurt more.

    I doubted everything. My ability. My grit. My reason for even doing this.

    But little by little, I came back. 4 miles turned into 6. Then 8. Then 12. I rebuilt mile by mile—not because I felt strong, but because I decided to keep showing up.

    One Step at a Time (and a Little Song)

    Long runs still test me. There are miles that feel impossible. But when things get hard, I tell myself:

    One mile at a time. One step at a time.

    Sometimes I even sing a little song in my head:

    “Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy…”

    It sounds ridiculous—but it works. It keeps me grounded. It makes the next step feel lighter. And it reminds me I’m still moving forward.

    From Shiny Motivation to Deep Discipline

    At the start of training, it felt new. Exciting. Motivating.

    That “new goal” energy was strong.

    But now, four days from the start line, it’s different. It’s deeper.

    This isn’t about hype anymore. It’s about discipline.

    It’s about showing up when I don’t want to.

    It’s about pushing through when the training isn’t fun anymore.

    It’s about becoming the woman who doesn’t quit—no matter what.

    And every time I want to stop, I remind myself:

    “I didn’t come this far just to come this far.”

    What This Race Means to Me

    This race isn’t just about distance—it’s about growth.

    It’s about who I’ve become over the last few months.

    The version of me that’s committed to my sobriety.

    The mom who found a way to turn running into a way of reconnecting—with herself and her priorities.

    I’ve made running a part of my life, not just a goal.

    And in doing that, I’ve discovered parts of myself I didn’t know were there.

    Marathon training has already changed me.

    Finishing the race will just be the moment I get to celebrate it.

    To the One Who Thinks They Couldn’t

    If you’ve ever said, “I could never run a marathon,” I hear you.

    Start with a 5K. Then a 10K. Then a half.

    And somewhere along the way, you’ll realize:

    You were capable all along.

    We hold ourselves back more than anyone else ever could.

    And the only difference between those who do and those who don’t—is that one day, someone decided to start.

    Running doesn’t belong to a certain type of person.

    It’s for anyone willing to lace up, show up, and keep going.

    What mental block have you overcome lately?

    Drop a comment—I’d love to cheer you on, too.

  • Conquering Self-Doubt in Running: A Personal Journey

    Conquering Self-Doubt in Running: A Personal Journey

    “We don’t stop in the middle. We stop at the end.”

    That’s what I always tell my sons. And during my 10K this weekend, it’s what I had to tell myself.

    The Race That Almost Broke Me

    In February, I missed my goal of finishing a 10K under an hour by just two seconds. 1:00:02. I felt crushed.

    This past Saturday, I returned to the same distance with a bigger goal: 55 minutes.

    The conditions? Brutal. The humidity was thick and unforgiving. Not the day to PR.

    But somehow, I did it anyway—58:59.

    And yet, disappointment still crept in… because of that same haunting question:

    “Who do you think you are?”

    That question kept looping in my head mid-race.

    Despite running 6 miles before without issues, I felt like I didn’t belong here. Like I wasn’t that runner.

    But step after step, I chose to fight back.

    I ran on effort—not pace.

    I reminded myself that I’ve earned this.

    And I crossed the line smiling.

    If I Could Tell Her Anything

    If I could go back to the woman who once struggled through her first runs, I’d say:

    “Look at us now.”

    You kept going. You kept showing up. You kept choosing growth. And it mattered.

    The Marathon Mind Games

    Now here I am, one week away from my first marathon. And guess what?

    I’m back in my head again.

    Am I good enough? Should I drop to the half? Can I actually run 26.2 miles?

    It’s not about fitness. It’s about fear.

    But when I reflect on the work I’ve put in… the 5 AM runs, the heat, the cold, the tears—I know this:

    I’ve done enough.

    This marathon isn’t just for me.

    It’s for my sons.

    It’s for every goal I thought was too far-fetched.

    It’s proof that hard things are meant to challenge us—but they’re still worth chasing.

    To You, Who Might Be Doubting Yourself…

    Maybe it’s not a marathon. Maybe it’s motherhood. Or school. Or trying something new that feels impossible.

    This is your reminder that you don’t have to be perfect.

    You just have to keep going.

    Keep refining.

    Keep choosing yourself.

    Life is full of decisions. I hope you pick you.