If you would’ve told me 18 months ago that I’d be spending my weekends prepping a nursery, attending labor and birth classes, and Googling how to keep a newborn alive instead of training for a spring marathon, I probably would’ve laughed. Or maybe just stared at you in total confusion.
Either way—that simply was not the plan. But life has a way of surprising us in the best ways.
So here I am: counting down the days until my due date, still dreaming about the Boston Marathon, and ready to document every step of the journey it takes to get there.
I’ve always had big goals, and I have no intention of letting the new label of “mom” change that. Don’t get me wrong—I know life is about to be completely different. But as far as my running goals go, there will just be an extra tiny human at the finish line cheering me on.
I wanted a space to capture this chapter. A way to look back and remember how hard I worked to keep chasing dreams while everything else around me changed. So I started this blog.
I’ve always been drawn to runners—their discipline, their drive, the fact that they could just lace up and knock out miles like it was nothing. During my senior year at Belmont University, I decided I wanted to be one of them.
I ran my first half marathon in 2018 and haven’t looked back. Since then, I’ve run 10 half marathons and two full marathons. I’ve raced on cobblestone streets in Savannah through 37-degree sleet, cried through the last five miles of a brutally hot Kentucky race, and even got stung by bees at mile two in the middle of nowhere, Wisconsin.
I’ve logged thousands of miles in the Nashville heat and hills, in the dark, the rain, and everything in between. Running has carried me through heartbreak, helped me process decisions, sparked ideas, and reminded me of what I’m capable of—again and again.
It’s been my meditation. My therapist. My biggest challenge and my biggest comfort. And now, I’m about to experience it all in a completely new way.
My pregnancy unexpectedly paused my goal of qualifying for the Boston Marathon (so much more on that later). In the early weeks, I found a handful of inspiring videos of women running through pregnancy and jumping back into training after giving birth. But there wasn’t much about the in-between—the emotional shifts, the physical changes, the real process behind the highlight reel.
I wanted something honest. Something real. So I decided to create it.
This blog is for the raw, behind-the-scenes look at running through pregnancy, postpartum, and life beyond. It’s not filled with training plans or expert advice—I’m not a coach, a nutritionist, or a strength expert. I’m just a woman who’s run a lot of miles and is about to learn how to keep running with a newborn and everything that comes with that.
You can expect honesty and unfiltered stories: race recaps, mindset shifts, motherhood reflections, what’s working, and what’s not.
Whether you’re a runner, a new mom, or someone with big goals—I hope you’ll find something here that feels like home. Let’s connect in the comments. I’d love to hear your story, too.
Because sure, you can run far alone—but you can run even further together.
And I plan to run pretty far.
Thanks for being here. I can’t wait to share what’s ahead.
Next up: the story of how I found out I was pregnant—the morning before a huge half marathon PR attempt.
Spoiler: it changed everything.
