Tips with Marie

Tag: personal growth

  • ✨ 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™

  • 🏁 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.

  • Dear 18-Year-Old Me: You Didn’t Fail. You Just Started Differently.

    Dear 18-Year-Old Me: You Didn’t Fail. You Just Started Differently.

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  • Rediscovering Yourself as a Mom: A Personal Journey

    Rediscovering Yourself as a Mom: A Personal Journey

    HAPPY MOTHERS DAY !

    Story time:

    I got pregnant my senior year.

    And just like that, everything shifted.

    I thought my dreams had an expiration date. That my new job title was just “Mom” and my only role was to support my partner and raise my son. My own ambitions? I quietly packed them away, like the college brochures I stopped opening.

    I didn’t know it at the time, but that was the moment I started losing my sense of identity.

    When Guilt Gets Loud

    The thing about being a mom is… no one really tells you how much guilt gets baked into the role. Especially when you start doing something for you.

    When I decided to go back to school, I was proud—but the guilt came creeping in fast.

    Should I really be leaving them this long?

    Am I selfish for wanting more than motherhood?

    It’s this unspoken rule society throws at moms: you’re supposed to give everything, all the time. But no one talks about what happens when there’s nothing left to give to yourself.

    The Chaos (and Comedy) of Doing It All

    Let me paint you a picture:

    I tell my boys every night, “Okay, I’m going to wake up at 5 AM and go run tomorrow!”

    And recently, one of them looked me dead in the face and said,

    “No, you’re not. You sleep in.”

    Called. Out.

    Nothing humbles you like being dragged by your own kids. So guess who got up and actually ran the next morning? Me—because I had to reclaim my mom-cred.

    Despite the chaos (and there’s a lot of it), my kids cheer me on.

    After a workout: “How many miles today, Mom?”

    During their soccer practices: “You got this, brother!” when one of them looks tired.

    They’re learning. They’re watching. And it makes the mess worth it.

    Finding Myself Again

    Motherhood stripped me of a lot—but it also helped me rebuild.

    I didn’t find myself instead of being a mom. I found myself through being one.

    It took time. Therapy. Late-night breakdowns. Early morning runs.

    But now I’m back in school—not for the title or the paycheck, but for the freedom it will bring.

    The freedom to build a life where I can show up for them and myself.

    To be fully present in their lives without feeling like I had to abandon my own.

    This Mother’s Day, I’m Celebrating the Comeback

    I’m not “just” a mom. I’m a student, a runner, a woman rebuilding her life one goal at a time.

    And if you’re a mom reading this feeling like you lost yourself somewhere along the way—I see you. You’re not broken. You’re evolving.

    Motherhood may have shaken your identity, but it can also help you rebuild it stronger.

    Your Turn:

    What part of yourself are you rediscovering? Drop it in the comments—I’d love to hype you up.

    And if you enjoyed this post, buy me a coffee (or send me motivation for my next 5 AM run—I clearly need it)!

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