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TTPD & Working From Home Days

You know when you're too busy to remember, or even care what day of the week it is? I'm to the point in my management journey where I'm almost bummed when I realize it's nearly Friday. I need more days in the week and more time in the day .... It’s one of those cold, overcast days where the sky never quite decides what it wants to do. No sunshine, no movement in the sky—just gray, quiet, and still. The kind of day that feels made for working from home. I logged 7 miles on the treadmill this morning since the morning was not only cold but also drizzling, no thanks. Treadmill miles are honest miles. There’s no scenery to distract you, no breeze to break it up, just you, your thoughts, and the steady rhythm of your feet. It’s not glamorous, but it gets the job done. And today, it felt good. Strong. Controlled. Purposeful. And yes I did have Bridgerton playing on my phone as a distraction because even though the show is cheesy as hell, I still love it. Now I’m settled into...
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Let's Just Enjoy The Build

Yesterday’s race was a quiet reminder of something I sometimes forget in the middle of training blocks and goal chasing — I’m stronger than I think.


It wasn’t a massive breakthrough or a headline-grabbing result. It was a tiny PR. The kind that might be easy to shrug off if you’re only measuring progress in big leaps. But yesterday reminded me that progress doesn’t always announce itself loudly. Sometimes it whispers, you’re ready for more.


What I’m most proud of isn’t the number on the clock — it’s the way the run felt. Controlled. Confident. Like there was still another gear waiting if I’d asked for it. That’s a good feeling to walk away with. Nothing feels sore today. That's progress.


I’m reframing that small PR as exactly what it is: proof of consistency, patience, and love for the process. I run because I love it. This isn’t something I have to do — it’s something I get to do. And that mindset makes every mile feel like a privilege, not a chore.


So now, there’s a little space before the next race. No starting lines for a few weeks. Just time to build. For the next 19 days anyway.


That means early mornings on the track, letting intervals sharpen my legs and my confidence. It means incline treadmill sessions that quietly prepare me for the Ortega bridge — because anyone who’s run the Ortega River Run knows that bridge demands respect. It’s not flashy work, but it’s honest work. It's short, and steep as heck.


This stretch is about enjoying the build. Trusting that strength compounds. Letting fitness stack day by day without forcing it. Knowing there’s more in the tank — and smiling at the fact that I don’t need to empty it yet.


The races will come. For now, I’m exactly where I need to be. 🏃‍♀️✨




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