I like to chase things.

It’s true.


I like to chase things.

I realized this on my run this morning.

I had stopped for a minute to catch my breath and another runner came running up by me.

I decided to give him a few seconds to get a head start.

And in my head it was a race.

I pushed myself a little more, to try and get him.

I had no idea who he was or why he was running.

But for this moment, he was my motivation.

You see, I’m easily motivated by chasing people or things.

If I have this goal that I can see, I want to do everything in my power to get it.

When I was younger and running club track, I use to get so excited by medals or t shirts.

If the top finishers of a race got a medal or t shirt I would push myself harder than I thought I could, just to get that prize.


They give me a reason to try hard, something to try and obtain.

Growing up I had this built in competition.

Even though I can only count on one hand how many times I’ve beaten her head to head, she’s my motivation.

Most of the time I don’t beat her.

And that’s ok.

I would be in the middle of the race and I could see her in front of me.

It would help me keep my eyes up and focused.

I wanted nothing more than to get her.


Giving me someone to chase down, a reason to push myself.

I realized on my run today that I am easily motivated by people or things.

By the art of chasing them down.

Pushing myself harder than imaginable to try and get them.

It’s a challenge.

And I love that.

Maybe that’s why I love running.

It’s a challenge every time.

Even when you’re running by yourself, if you come up on some innocent runners, try to pass them.

It might sound mean, but it’s not intended to be.

It’s just a form of motivation.

In anything you do, it’s important to find something that motivates you.

A person, thing, or goal, anything that will make you want to push yourself that much more.

Motivation is key if you want to get anything done.

It’s that simple.

If you want to lose 10 pounds but have zero motivation to go to the gym or start eating healthy, it just won’t happen.

That might be harsh but it won’t.

It’s so important to find one thing that motivates you, just one thing to get yourself that much closer to your goal.

For me, it’s people or things.

Something that can get me instant satisfaction.

That’s how I am, I have to get things instantly.

Zero patience.

But I’m working on that. 

It’ll be different for everyone.

Free t shirts and passing people motivates me when it comes to running but it might not do the trick for you.

That’s when you need to sit and think.

What do I want from this?

What will make me run that much faster?

What is my goal?

It can be something so simple as you just want to be better.

That’s how I see it.

Pushing myself to catch people or things, will make me better in the end.

If I pushed myself to get top three in a race so that I could get a medal, I usually ran a fast time.

If I focused on beating my sister in a race but didn’t end up catching her, I usually still had a great race because I focused on moving up and running faster.

Find that thing that motivates you.

Or if you know what it is, embrace it.

I realized on my run today that I love chasing people.

I love actually having something in front of me to try and get.

A person.

A thing.

Something that pushes me that much harder.

That ignites the fire inside of me.


How to Survive life with a one year old.

If I had a dollar for every time Jason and I have said to each other..

“There’s not a book on this kind of stuff, no one tells you what to do”

when it comes to raising Ian I’d have a lot of money on my hands.

No but seriously.

No one tells you how to raise a child.

You just kind of figure it out.

However, certain things come easier than others.

Like finding out what puts your little one to sleep might be easier than knowing what kinds of food to feed them and when.

Getting them to ditch their bottle might be the hardest thing ever, and lets not even start on getting them to sleep through the night.

Some things might be easier for one family and harder for the next, but that’s just how it goes.

Everything’s different, you just have to learn and figure it out as it goes.

If you’re reading this and don’t have kids, I’m sorry, this isn’t the most assuring thing in the world.

This is just how I see it.

And it doesn’t get easier as they get older.

It’s different every day.

And in that moment you might not be able to see it, but it’s amazing.

Just not at that moment maybe.

Especially when they decide that they want to poop in the bathtub.

It’s a crazy ride, but I feel like as a mom of a one year old, I can give some advice on how to survive it.

How you yourself can keep your sanity and not want to pull your hair out.


Have a sense of humor. Seriously. It’s so hard to get through the night and not laugh. It might be stressful and there might be days where you just want to scream, but if you can’t stop and laugh about it you’ll never make it. You just have to remember that when they sneeze in your face or throw their food on the ground, that they didn’t mean it and they still love you. You can’t laugh about everything, you’re human, you have emotions. Just try and laugh every now and then.


Have wine on hand. It doesn’t have to be wine, it can be any sort of dessert. Something that you love and that’ll help you relax whenever the little one decides to go to sleep, if they decide to go to sleep. I’ve found that on those nights where Ian has a little too much energy before bed, a nice glass of wine (or two) is the most beautiful thing in the world after he decides to go to sleep. If I don’t have wine, brownies or cereal are a good substitution.


Sleep when they sleep. This one is super important, and something I wish I would have done more when we had just brought Ian home. If you didn’t get any sleep the night before and they decide that they want to sleep for an hour, you might as well catch up on your z’s. Seriously, take advantage of the peace and quiet if you need it.


Pick and choose your battles. Your child running around the house with no pants on, doesn’t sound as bad as them playing with the garbage can, right? Or if they decide they want to take all of their snacks out of the bags and play with the boxes it isn’t as bad as them wanting to play with the outlets. There are some things that are ok and aren’t worth a total breakdown.


Celebrate the little wins. This one is huge, especially if the house is a jungle of toys and dirty laundry but you got your little one to eat all of his lunch without giving it to the dog. Celebrate those little wins and give yourself a pat on the back. A wins a win in my book and it’ll help your sanity. Remembering that you might have had a hard day but you got the house cleaned up is worth that extra cupcake you want to reward yourself with.


Have something that’s yours. I can’t stress this one enough, if you take anything away from this post, make it this. When I was on maternity leave with Ian I was going crazy. I loved it don’t get me wrong, but I needed something that I could do to take me away from the responsibilities and bottles just for an hour if anything. That’s where my blog came in. It was my escape, my sanity. Whether it’s working out, knitting, or starting a blog. Anything that can be 100 percent yours, will be a nice little treat when you can get a minute away from the baby.

There you have it folks, how to survive life with a year old.

It’s different for every baby.

However, there are things we can do as parents to keep our sanity.

To make days not as stressful and to laugh every now and then.

Remember, were all human and we make mistakes.

Kids can’t tell the difference and they love us no matter what.

That time I started to believe in myself.

Let’s go back to 2008 shall we?

I was 18 and about to compete in my 3000 meter run at the district track meet.

Ya see..I was fast.

My freshman year in high school I was one of the fastest freshman in our district, not to mention one of the fastest overall for distance running in my town.

Sophomore year I surprised myself.

I got second at our district meet in the 3000 when I came in ranked in the bottom half of the top ten.

I got to go to the state track meet as a sophomore which was a big deal.

Junior year I was awful.

I’m just going to say it.

I went from running an 11:02 in the 3000 to an 11:37 the very next year, from 2nd place to 7th at the district meet in one years time.

I wasn’t myself.

I spent most of my time with someone who told me I wasn’t that good.

That my sister was better than me.

That track was a waste of time.

That I wasn’t going to go to college for it so why try.

I started to believe all of those things.

I made excuses.

I gave up.

I didn’t believe in myself.

But lets not dwell too much on that, that person isn’t worth any more words on this post.

It wasn’t until the summer of 2007 when I got rid of that person in my life and decided to get myself back.

I looked forward to every single practice.

I was motivated to be better.

I had a hard cross country season in the fall but arguably my best throughout my four years.

I worked my butt off to get back to where I was at the end of my sophomore year.

Back to when I was excited.



I wanted nothing more than to find this girl and get her back.

To show her that she was the fire she needed to spark this desire to be better.

That winter was full of training, and so was the spring,  leading up to my last season of running for my high school.

I felt like I wanted it more than anyone.

That I had something to prove.

To show girls who laughed at me the previous year that I was back and better than ever.

Every 3000 meter race I had run that season was faster than any 3000 I ran the year before.

I would sit on the bus on the way to meets and close my eyes.

Picturing the exact moment where I threw my hands up in success after my win.

I could see the headlines, Everetts wins district title.

That’s how bad I wanted it.

I loved getting pumped up before meets, that’s when I discovered my love for rap music.

Lil’ Wayne to be exact.

I would completely zone out and lose myself in the music.

Never show it on the outside.

It became a ritual I would end up using the rest of my racing career.

I would look at myself in the mirror and repeat out loud, it’s mine, I can do it.

I had so much confidence as we neared the end of that track season, until the day finally came.

The day I dreamed about.

The district meet.

I was coming into the meet ranked third I believe, maybe second in the 3000.

My event.

There were three of us who were competing for that title, the rest of the pack was about 15-20 seconds behind us.

I remember shaking when I was putting on my bib number.

Not because I was nervous.

But because I wanted it.

So bad.

I stood on the starting line, my foot twitching like it always did.

I was ready to go.

Then the gun went off.

I ended up getting out to a quick start with one of the girls, we left the other one, and that was the last we saw of her.

We ran the first two laps of the seven and a half lap race toe to toe, and I had no intentions of letting her go.

It wasn’t until the 5th lap when we passed the crowd.

I knew there wasn’t much of the race left and one of us had to make a move.

I whispered to her, let’s do this, and we were off.

We were running faster than I ever thought possible.

Next thing I know it’s the final lap and I have the lead.

I can hear my family cheering.

My mom.

My dad.

My sister.

Everyone was screaming as loud as they could.

I was on the last 100 meter stretch.

I could hear my friends in the stands cheering.

I pushed myself as hard as I possibly could.

And in that moment I had it.

I threw my hands up over my head in complete disbelief.

It was mine.

That moment that I had dreamed of was mine.

I ran over to my sister and gave her the biggest hug imaginable.

I ran a 10:48 and won the district title, I was off to the state meet for a second time.

10:48 was almost a whole minute faster than the year before, and quite the improvement from seventh place.

I’ll never forget how happy I was in that moment.

What I had been working for all season, all four years of high school, was here.

It’s so crazy to me how you can manifest something so much that it becomes attainable.

That if you want something so badly, along with some hard work, you can achieve it.

That’s what I did that year.

I wanted it.

More than anything.

I thought about it.

Dreamed about it.

Pictured it.

That moment was all I thought about and it was mine.

That day I decided to believe in myself changed everything.

It allowed me to see my full potential.

To see that I was worth it.

That I could literally do anything that I wanted to do.

I can honestly say that was the moment.

The moment that I realized what I could do.

The moment I truly started to believe in myself.







You fall, you get back up.

Oh how I love Sunday’s.

Mine are usually very simple.

I don’t set my alarm and let Ian decide when it’s time to get up.

Make a cup of coffee.

Or two.

Ian eats.

We plan dinners for the week.

I tidy up the house.

We do laundry.

Get stuff ready for lunches during the week.

And watch football if it’s on.

But my absolute favorite part about Sunday’s are my runs.

Jason is a champ and always volunteers to take Ian with him to go grocery shopping so I can get a run in.

I drive to my favorite spot and lace up my shoes for a run.

I’ve been doing Sunday runs every Sunday for a few months straight and it’s something I really look forward to.

It’s my little bit of time that I get to just do what I love doing.

However today was different.

It was unlike any Sunday run I’ve had.

I ran at my usual spot and decided to take a different route.

I was cruising down the pavement about a mile in when I saw a familiar looking path.

It wasn’t too muddy so I decided to venture towards it.

After a few minutes I quickly realized that I was wrong about the “wasn’t too muddy” part.

I kept having to switch to different sides of the path.

Whichever side seemed to have less mud.

Every step I took I went deeper and deeper into this little mud pit.

I had to shorten my stride to limit my risk of falling.

Every new path I approached I had to ask myself..

Will this path be easier?

Will this lead me back to the pavement I wanted so badly to reach?

Finally I got to this spot that looked like it was going to clear up.

I came up on a friendly man and his dog, and as I passed him he told me to have fun.

I didn’t really think anything of it but thanked him for his advice,

Next thing I know I’m taking this extremely sharp turn and land flat on my right side.

Phone in hand.

Hand straight in a pile of the thickest mud.

I just sat there in the mud for a moment to take in my embarrassment when I realized where my phone was.

I grabbed it and jumped right up.

Don’t worry it was fine.

I stood there and just looked at myself.

I could have been mad at myself, or sad that I just fell full speed in the biggest mud pit I’ve ever seen.

Not literally but you try falling in mud and not thinking it’s the biggest mud pile ever.

As I paused my watch I noticed my friend with the dog from earlier was taking the turn.

He asked if I was alright.

I just kind of laughed and answered with a yes.

I told him I didn’t do a very good job of avoiding the mud and was off.

I still killed my run.

I wasn’t bleeding and nothing hurt.

Yes I was covered in mud.

But it was kind of funny.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

Falling in the mud is hilarious.

And when it happens to you, you can’t help but to pull a tswift and shake it off.

If you fall, you get back up.

It’s as simple as that.

I’m taking this lesson and bringing it into my week.

I know it’s going to be a busy week for me at work, and that’s ok.

If anything goes wrong.

If anything is hard.

If anything just brings me down.

I’m going to put a big fat smile on my face and get back up.

I go on a run every Sunday.

This has never happened so far.

But it did today, and that’s ok.

I fell but I got back up.

I’ve found that I’m a creature of habit.

I can hear my husbands laugh from here as he reads this.

If something goes wrong or doesn’t happen the way it’s supposed to, I’ve been known to let it get to me.

But today I didn’t.

And I was so proud of myself.

It’s those small wins.

So take this as a reminder that whatever might happen this week, if you fall, get back up.

Keep on going and don’t let it get to you.

Shake it off.


I suck at watching movies


Hi I’m Megan and I suck at watching movies.

There I’ve said it.


I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

Seriously though.

I suck at watching movies.

I’ve seen a good amount of movies in my lifetime, but not a lot.

My family would always watch movies together when I was growing up and when I was in middle school I would go out with my friends and see whatever movie was popular at the time.

But I never saw those movies.

You know those movies.

The ones that leave you tearing up in your seat.

The ones you have nightmares about.

The ones that leave you with the feeling to watch it over and over again.

I just haven’t seen them.

In all honesty I’ve seen a bunch of movies, I just felt like I was missing out.

I would have much rather watched television shows on Netflix then movies any day.

It just didn’t sound like fun to me at the time.

I saw the idea a month or so ago on Facebook.

Someone was going to watch a movie a week for 52 weeks, the length of one full year.

It sounded like a challenge.

I let the idea sit with me for a few days.

What movies would I maybe want to watch?

What movies I might not reach for right away, but people have suggested to me before?

I also wanted to do some research.

I found “movies you must watch before you’re 30″ lists on Pinterest and googled some of the great movies of the last few decades.

I really wanted to make this diverse.

I wanted as many genres as I could.

I even asked the people in my life what movies were important to them.

Jason was eager to jump on board and help me get some ideas.

My mom and dad gave me so many movie titles that I might make another list.

And my brother criticized some of my choices as he does, but he gave me some great ideas as well. Movies I would have never thought of watching.

This list might not seem perfect, but it’s not meant to be.

It wont be a list full of the movies that defined our generation, or the movies that won the most Oscars. These are movies that I felt were important to watch.

Movies that I wanted to watch, and movies that my family suggested.

Every weekend I’m going to stay up a little late and watch a movie that I’ll choose at random.

So far I’ve watched three movies.

At the end of every month I might even write a little piece reviewing the movies I watched for that month.

Who knows.

This is my project and my rules.

I’ll figure it out as it goes.

52 Movies for 52 Weeks.

Big Hero 6
A League of Their Own
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Animal House
The Big Lebowski
The Replacements
Fight Club
Good Will Hunting
Dead Poets Society
Apollo 13
In Bruges
The Graduate
Pulp Fiction
The Departed
Inglorious Bastards
Top Gun
Now and Then
Time Travelers Wife
The Usual Suspects
One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest
Steal Magnolias
The Producers
Officer and a Gentleman
The Holiday
When Harry Met Sally
Breakfast at Tiffanys
Moulon Rouge
Pretty Woman
Notting Hill
Silver Linings Playbook
Father of the Brude
Sleepless in Seattle
You’ve Got Mail
Say Anything
The Princess Bride
About a Boy
Close Encounters of the Third Kind
Guardians of the Galaxy
A Few Good Men
Silence of the Lambs
The Italian Job
The Shining
Shawshank Redemption.

I challenge you to watch a new movie.

Open yourself up to the experience.

That time I met the love of my life

It’s when you least expect it.

That’s what you always hear.

That you’ll meet the love of your life the moment you least expect it.

There’s more to it though.

You can’t run around life thinking to yourself..

Is it going to happen now?

How about now?

What if this is the unexpected moment when I meet the love of my life.

You just can’t do that.

It won’t happen.

Trust me.

I spent so many years wondering those things to myself.

Relying so much on the empty hope that this was that unexpected moment where I meet the love of my life.

It’s so simple looking back at it now.

The moment you meet the love of your life isn’t when you least expect it, it’s when your life is where you expect it to be.

When you decide to take charge and start living the life you want, and start appreciating everything you are, that’s when it happens.

I actually met the love of my life when I was dating someone.

I went to my old high school to visit a teacher who was retiring.

My sister was coaching with our old track team and suggested that I just come with her to their practice.

I stood awkwardly, like I do best, on the side of the track, waiting for practice to start.

My sister stood next to the kids she coached to take attendance when she noticed the head distance coach coming.

She gave me this look like “quick pretend you’re me and I’ll hide” and proceeded to hide in the middle of the runners.

He came over to me and just started talking faster than me, which I didn’t think was possible.

“Hey what’s up (highfive) you look dressed up today what’s going on, so today for practice I was thinking.”

I had to interrupt him because I felt bad.

I told him that I was Janelle’s twin sister and she was off hiding in the middle of the kids.

And that was it.

There weren’t sparks in the air, and I didn’t instantly know.

I think it’s because I wasn’t in the right place.

I thought poorly of myself and was in a bad relationship.

I wasn’t ready to love someone let alone myself.

Fast forward a couple of months to me getting dumped with a lot of time on my hands.

I worked weird hours at my job where I didn’t start work until 2:30 in the afternoon, leaving so much spare time in the morning.

I decided to see if I could help coach with my sisters team during the summer.

Something I loved doing, running.

Something that my ex didn’t want me to do.

Something that might help bring some extra joy to my life.

She was going to be working and needed someone to take her place.

A few days later I got a message on Facebook from the person I had earlier tricked into thinking I was my sister, Jason.

He asked me about coaching and said that he was super excited to meet me.

Again, didn’t think anything of it.

A couple of days later he had posted a picture on Facebook that I liked, within minutes I received another message.

It was after I got off of work, so around midnight or so.

I stared at my phone.

My heart started beating incredibly fast.

What do I do.

What do I say.

He literally asked me a question but I found myself getting nervous.

I hadn’t even started coaching yet, why was he interested in talking to me.

I remember talking to myself.

“He’s so cute, but older than you Megan, GET YOURSELF TOGETHER.”

I responded back and we just started talking.

A few conversations turned into days.

Talking to him was the easiest feeling.

I was so nervous to start coaching, hanging around with him.

He was so cute.

I was finally in that place where I wanted to be.

I had fallen in love with myself, started coaching, and appreciated everything that my life was.

I had spent so much time with myself that I can say I truly loved myself for everything that I was.

I can’t speak for him.

I don’t know what he was thinking about that night he first messaged me, or that day when he thought I was my sister.

But I knew when we first started talking that he was special.

I knew I needed him in my life one way or another.

He had become my best friend.

I couldn’t imagine a day not talking to him.

It wasn’t easy though.

I had to wait for him to get to where he expected to be.

I had to wait for him to figure out what he wanted and where he wanted to be.

If you know me at all, you know that I like to control everything, but I couldn’t control this.

It was probably one of the biggest moments in my life up to that point.

Deciding I couldn’t control this.

That I had to let things happen the way they were meant to be.

I had finally gotten to a place where I was comfortable enough with myself that I could wait.

Not stress.

Not obsess.

But wait.

That if it was meant to be it would happen.

And it did.

It wasn’t easy.


But it was worth it.

When both people are in the right place, wonderful things can happen.

That summer I fell in love with my best friend.

The love of my life and now amazing husband and father to our wonderful son.

It doesn’t happen with you least expect it.

It happens when you’re at this point in your life when you’re happy and you stop thinking about it.

It happens that moment you decide to love yourself.

That moment you decide to let things happen the way their supposed to happen.

A breakthrough


It’s been almost three years since I’ve ran a race.

I’ve run so much in my life.

I’ve ran almost every event in Track.

I’ve ran so many 5k’s, 10k’s, and a few half marathons.

I’ve even done a marathon.

That was all up until May of 2015.

My life consisted of running non stop for thirteen years.

Then I took a break.

I got married, was pregnant, and had a newborn.

It was a three year time period where I ran a few times here and there but not consistently.

And that was my problem.


I wasn’t running consistently.

This summer I decided to change that.

I started running a little.

A mile or two turned into three or four.

Then four four turned into five or six.

Next thing I know it’s November and I’m hitting 8:30 miles.

When I first ran after having Ian I was at about 10 minutes for a mile.

Which isn’t bad at all, it just wasn’t what I wanted for myself.

For someone who could go under five minutes in her prime, it was discouraging.

Being able to crack an 8:30 mile made me feel on top of the world.

Then it was eight minutes per mile.

And 7:40 after that once for a three mile run.

That was the only run where I went under eight minutes miles for a whole run.

I decided to sign up for the 10k today back in November.

It was a race I’ve done probably six or seven times before.

It was a flat course, fun, and I got a shirt out of it.

I love getting shirts from races.

I’m not going to lie, I was super nervous.

I had set a goal of running under 50 minutes, because if I stuck to eight minute miles I allowed myself a little bit of wiggle room to slow down if needed.

When setting goals I like to make it achievable and realistic, because that’s who I am.

I kept telling Jason my hard to reach goal, was to place top three in my age group.

I was going to be bummed if I didn’t’ honestly.

But Jason kept telling me “this is your own race, worry about yourself.”

And right before the race I was talking to my mom, I told her that there were some quick people out there, her response?

“You’re doing this for you.”

And I was.

It was for me.

I was the one training for the past few months.

The one who realized that her knees weren’t as strong as they used to be.

The one who had just had a kid fifteen months ago.

This was for me.

I got to do it alongside two of my favorite athletes I coach, that made it so enjoyable.

It was their first 10k and introducing them to that race was so fun.

When the race started I took off, in typical Megan fashion, a little faster than I wanted.

In my defense however, I wanted to get ahead of the pack.

Once I felt good I decided to stay at the pace I was at.

I felt okay.

And I was so excited.

I told myself to treat it like two separate three miles runs.

Out three miles, and back three miles.

Honestly the first two miles were the hardest.

I realized that I was running 7:16 pace and had to stick to it.

But that’s the thing.

I could.

And I was.

I was out there running faster than I had planned, and it was crazy to me.

That I was doing it.

Each mile I just kept talking to myself.

That’s it Megan.

One more mile down.

You’re almost there.

Don’t slow down you’ve got this.

I’ve ran that course so many times, so much that I knew when the finish was coming.

I knew when there was only a mile left.

I could feel my body wanting to slow down, but I wasn’t going to let it.

I turned the corner and I could see the finish line, but that wasn’t the best part.

I heard my mom, my dad, my sister, and Jason.

Cheering for me like they’ve always done.

As I was passing them feeling stronger than ever I heard Jason say, “go mommy” for Ian.

That’s when it hit me.

I’m running this race as a mom.

I’m running 7:30 mile pace as a mom to this amazing baby.

It was such a great feeling.

Realizing that my body could make this beautiful baby and then turn around and run 7:30 minute miles just 15 months later.

I was so proud of myself.

So stinkin proud.

After I crossed the finish line I took my participation medal with so much pride.

Normally they’re just a medal, but this one is probably one of my favorites.

A local runner that I’ve known since I started running came up to me and told me that it was good to have me back.

And I was.

Back to my old running self.

And it felt amazing.

I crushed both of my goals.

I ran a 47:15 and got first place in my age group.

Something I’m so incredibly proud of.

And the coolest thing?

I went back and compared my times to what I ran back in 2014 and 2015. Back when I felt like I was in great shape and working harder than I was now. I was so close to those times and paces.


2014 I finished with a 45:26 and 7:21 mile pace.

2015 I ran a 46:39 with a 7:31 mile pace.

2018, three years later after having a baby, 47:15 and a 7:37 minute mile pace.

I’m not normally super cocky, but I’m a badass.

The end.