I cannot believe it is my last week at home.  I will say that for the next 3 blogs straight so brace yourself because I leave for school on Wednesday. 

I think you guys have been missing my face lately but do not fear-it still looks like it straight off USS Cray Cray.  I mean after getting a droid, I have become less creepy.  No really.  I’m working on it I swear.   But here I am on my way to teach a lovely core class.

Can't you tell-I love going to the gym.

Anyways.  I have missed my old lady aerobic frienz with not being able to teach step because it jars my leg but luckily I can do random classes.  Today we did 30 minutes of core work to reggaeton remixes of hit songs.  Somehow last night I was craving listening to the Macarena (don’t ask) and then I saw the macarena reggaeton remix and then I found a whole slew of reggaeton remixes.  Seriously they have like all the rap songs you can dream of and are 1000 better for working out because backbeat to them.  The old ladies loved it…They are used to my teaching jive and know I love to shake my ass in class.  So that is what we do all while working our cores.

Anywho-nomtastic eat of the day goes to the burnt pancakes I made today.  I haven’t burnt any in quite some time (because I’m always starving and end taking them off to early) but today I went to read some blogs while making them (yes I know that is a bad idea) and came back and was like oh shit.  Oh well, they were still good as to why these burnt pumpkin pancakes get nom of the day. I guess you can judge me but I like burnt crusty things.  Those edges of brownies.  Yes.  Burnt waffles.  Yes.  But anyways.  I still like soft warm cookies.


PS: I have finally had some new found time to do mad blog stalking and catching up and find some new great blogs so I thought I would shout them out (so you should go check them duh).

Life after swimming-if you love swimming and you have a life then go check out Nikki’s blog and you will love her.  She swam all the way through college too so we are basically twinnies. 

Running Perspective-Emily gives the freaking best motivation on dailymile ever.  Go read her blog because she is just as hilarious on there and you will love it.

Pumped for Pumpkin-Since many of you didn’t read my blog last year-I hoarded 30 dollars worth of canned pumpkin.  When I saw Alexis’s blog title I knew I would love her blog.

Lactose Free Lizzie Her name is so self explanatory and I love it.  I started following Liz on twitter and love reading her blog.  By far the youngest blogger I read, you would never be able to tell, her posts are so well written and interesting! 


Question for you:

1.       What blogs do you find most interesting?

2.       What song are you currently obsessed with?


5k Open Water Swim

Okay it’s my last week in VA and what better way to spend it then by swimming a 5k at the beach.  No seriously.  When they decided to have it and I qualified for the race and whatnot it all sounded like a good idea at the time.  When that time was not the time I was actually swimming it.

Just kidding-it was really fun

Currently the east coast of VA and NC and random other spots are experiencing this. 

Smoke being blown upwards from the Dismal Swamp Fires.  We are at code orange!  Which apparently means old people and young people can’t go outside for very long.

So excited to swim in the smoke.

So imagine waking up to this and saying oh so now I have to hold my breath while swimming in salty water and breathing salt and smoke.  Oh goodie!  Seriously-mad props to you if you do athletics and smoke because I thought I was going to die and no I’m not advocating smoking.  In fact, if you know me I constantly say smokers are jokers.

So anywho back to the race.  When I got there I found out it was a run in start.  (I could have looked online but I got sidetracked) Well I can’t run so I entered the water in nearly the clear back.  I think some 90 year old ladies passed me into the water too.  If you don’t know-it’s great for the ego. 

Some people warm up...but not me.

There was a checkpoint half way (so 1.55 miles) and within that 1.55 miles, I passed at least half of the crowd.  I just felt strong like a powerhouse.  I don’t even know how to explain it but everything was going well and I found my swimming jive.  The current was terrible though and I got smashed by plenty of waves and rip currents.  I was begging the photography gods weren’t at the checkpoint to capture all the sand and crap that was probably on my face.  Swimming race photos are always ten times worse.

This was presand face.

I walked out to the checkpoint and two people ran and passed me but they weren’t  worth injuring my leg more.  Then I grabbed some water and they said numba 16 your split is 38:01 and you are in 23rd place.  I literally said oh kewl beans, is there sand on my face? Then hobbled back into the water.   (and fyi the camera men were all at the end of the race so I had time to brush my face off).

I continued to pass people and the current was going with us coming back so I was flying.  I literally told myself damn girl you are like Micheal Phelpsing this shizz.  (I wish you could hear my thought process during swimming…it would probably amuse you.  I love swimming with the current-it is like ultimate lazy river style.  I did the second half of the race in 33 minutes which is about a 20 minute mile.  Which is awesome because my lazy ass has not been swimming as much as I should!

I finished strong at the end and by strong I mean I got my injured race walk down to finish up the beach.  I ended up finishing 3rd overall for ladies and first in my age group!  Wahooo.

Love me some open water swimming.

After laying on the beach for a while, the daddykins and I walked back the 3.1 miles because we somehow missed the bus.  Oh well and it was an enjoyable walk and we stopped for pancakes on the boardwalk.  For those of you who want to come to VA Beach, there are plenty of pancake places and I will take to you every single one of them!

Yes they are twice the size of my hand because that is how I roll.

Questions for you:

1.       Do you like being in the ocean?  Leisurely, floating or actual swimming?

2.       Do you take good race photos? 


Lessons from the Wounded Part 1

In this month of not running, I have come to realize that I am more than an athlete.  It is hard to explain if you have never been in the situation but I am more than a runner.  More than a swimmer.  More than an aerobics teacher.  More than a student, sister, daughter, best friend, blogger, weirdo… I am a collection of things-random things-but lots of things.  I have really discovered a lot of life lessons  in this last month and mushy as you will I want to share them with you.  I used to do some sort of variation where I would share interesting facts about my life on Fridays versus food blogs, or blogs about athletics.  Which, now that my seasons are starting to gear up again, I guess I am more inclined to do more fitness related blogs.  But anyways-I’m going to bring back Factual Fridays, and bring to them more of inspirational people in my life that I fail to mention on the blog.

At the beginning of the summer-I sought out negativity.  True story.  I could tell you the 1 bad thing out of 100.  I just got 9th of 1000 females in a race, but it wasn’t 8th.  I’m top 16 in our conference but I’m not top 8.  I would do it with people too.  Oh she is gorgeous but she has a chipped nail.  You know, I’m a knit picker.  Not a good quality-I’ll be the first to admit.

But I think I have grown up a little bit-or maybe a lot. 


So thus, as Snoop Dog says in California girls, Greetings loved ones, lets take a journey”

And that is where we need to go.  Farther back then college and my high school days, we are talking all the way back to middle school.   Most of the time, I try and forget those days because they aren’t exactly highlightable moments, however, a couple months ago, one of my good friends D’Angelo reached out to me and made me remember the good times.  D’Angelo and I don’t need to talk everyday to know that we are close.  I can honestly say, if I were to pick a handful of influential people in my life, he would be in the hand. 

D’Angelo has taught me a lot in life and the last 8 or so years we have been close.  He never took anything too seriously, and I love it.  I used to be so freaking scheduled.  If you aren’t on my schedule.  Forget about it.  I am timely, I am organized, I do not deviate.  I run at this time.  Class. Swimming.  Secondary run.  Eat. Sleep.  If you can’t roll that way, then you can’t roll with me.

But D’Angelo is much different from that.  He was so carefree and never got his panties (presuming he wasn’t wearing panties…in a bunch).   He truly cares about each and everyone of his friends and I swear I could call him from school at one in the morning to chat about my issues and he would understand.  Like I said, we stayed close throughout middle and high school and I know for a damn well fact I wouldn’t be the same person if it wasn’t for him.  He doesn’t put up with crap and he’ll most certainly call you out on it and I love it because I do the same thing.

In fact, when I was chosen for senior homecoming court, I could think of no one else better to be my escort. 

Well.  Where does this all lead to?

Today I got brunch with D’Angelo and it was fabulous.  Although no pictures of food today I eased into the fact of my blogging.  I knew he would understand of course. I don’t tell too many in high school about the blog, because quite frankly I don’t talk to them.  But I knew D’Angelo would totally understand.  It might have been a little creepy though that I had said I already typed up a post all about you.  True life, makes you want to be my real life bestie.  Anywho-I had a black fin crab omelet.  Bomb.com.


So my blogging besties.  If you take any life lessons out of my blog besides pancakes fuel champions….Do not get your panties in a bunch.  Oh and a total quoatable moment from D because I love him.  “I’m so glad to surround myself with attractive people, now when I look in the mirror, I don’t have to say there is only one beautiful person in the room.  I can say two”

Question for you:

Tell me about an inspirational person in your life.

Ode to the Cav

Ode to the Cav and all it’s barbed wire glory.

The Cav closed on Sunday for the summer.  Yes, I do realize that it closes very early in the season as well as opening very late.  In fact, it’s only open for 7-8 weeks of the summer depending on the City’s mood.  I really love working there though (if you call it that).

This summer was no exception and possibly one of the best summers.  Why, well first, Anna was working there!  Speaking of Anna, also affectionately known as aDuBs, she is updating her blog again so I can stalk her when school starts and you should too.  True Story!

But back to the Cav.  This summer was a lot of fun.  We didn’t have any major crisis as in previous years (because I run a tight ship).  There were of course rescues from kids who think they can swim in the 9 feet, and a few little children.  One girl ended up being pulled out unconscious but she was okay.  🙂

The most memorable moment was a few weeks ago when a pool came to the pool was a sword.  We are pretty sure he was on drugs, and earlier in the day he had chased a man down the street with the thing.  The police were actually looking for him, and he was immediately arrested in the field near the pool.

The Cav happens to be right on the way to my favorite mall and Anna and I thought, why not go see if people were hoping the fence at night.  They normally do, and do god knows what in the pool in the after hours but that isn’t my responsibility and I’m having a sleepover there to find perpetrators.  The police do a good job of that.

We took underwater photos.

How I managed to creep from so far baffles my mind.
And had hugh jazz farm fresh salads almost every day for lunch.  (That is legit where my paychecks went).

Oh and Anna and I thought it would be fun to climb in the turnstile that used to let patrons in.  Too bad it has been all shut up.  I wish I knew how to make it not on it’s side but I’m not that technology savvy.

But I mostly did a lot of this.  I am a true professional deck patroller.  I don’t know why kids thought I was scary but I’m pretty sure it was because I had reflective sunglasses.

peace out.


Question for you:

Do you enjoy your job? What do you do?

I ran and I liked it.

Forgive me.  I’m typing from my touch screen phone while sitting in a car.  I can’t even text on the thing. I will have more insightful posts soon…if you call them that.

To update you with my life I have run Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and hopefully today because I’m pain free.  Just 1 or so miles.  But it’s joyous. the first two were solo style, the second was with my dog).

Call the ostriches because they have their bestie back.  Oh and for some reason Katy Perry’s “I kissed a girl” song has been stuck in my head.  No-I did not kiss any girls.  But you can metaphorically somehow relate that to how I just started running and I can’t get enough.

On that note I am going to nap now because I’m hella tired.

This is the photo of how happy I was when I started running after my heel fractures. I haven't taken a new one so here ya go. I can't go double posting with no photos in either. (oh and FYI this is what I run in late March in Upstate. Yes it was about 35 degrees that day. Yes I ran about 1 mile and never warmed up. Oh the good times)

PPS: It just took me about an hour to type this.  #madphoneskill

Prediabetic Food Snob

Since today is practically my yearaversary (it’s like my long term boyfriend…) and considering I don’t quite broadcast every single personal detail on my blog but I have sorted hinted at things if you read daily, I thought I would share why last August I decided blogging was a good idea.

We have to rewind a little bit to when I was barely legal-as in when I was 18.  My freshman year of college was great.  In fact, honestly it was one of my favorite years of my life.  As I was telling my friend last week , freshman year of college changes you.  No matter what.

I didn’t quite change the beginning of freshman year or go crazy.  I got that all taken care of in high school.  Seriously I was more of a social college student in high school than college.  It was the end of freshman year that had more of an impact of my life.

It all started in April after my backpacking class.  I can clearly remember one day having a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on a bagel on campus.  PB&J used to b e one of my favorite quick lunches when I was between classes.  I essentially lived off of that and lucky charms freshman year.  (I know-not pancakes).

And then I got terribly sick a few hours later.  As in-I couldn’t leave my bed, I was so weak.  All I did was vom (sorry if that grosses ya).  I thought maybe it was food poisoning.

I recovered after getting about 16 hours of sleep and missing 3 classes.  I watched an entire season of America’s Next Top Model while laying in bed because I couldn’t sleep and just kept vomiting.

So the next day when I felt perfectly fine-I just chalked it up to food poisoning and went about my daily routine.  Class-gym-sleep.  A few weeks passed and that lovely night didn’t enter my mind at all.  I mean why would it-do you often think about when you get sick weeks prior?

And then it happened again.  This time I had pancakes (I know) with pure Vermont Maple syrup.  Three hours later, I was in the hospital-completely sick.  They were going to take me three hours south to Syracuse because they had no idea what was wrong and I couldn’t keep anything down and was half delirious.

But they didn’t.  This time since it was about a month after my previous experience and with finals coming up, they told me to monitor everything I ate.  They gave me a little journal and I was to write everything down and how I felt.  I saw a nutritionist and doctor weekly to make sure that I felt okay.  It felt strange but I did it and lasted throughout finals without any problems.

When I got home my parents were worried.  We went to all the doctors in town.  I wasn’t lactose intolerant.  I wasn’t this.  I wasn’t that.  They kept narrowing down the list.  For a fun fact, I had to take about 5 pregnancy tests.  I know it’s routine but I would always banter back with no way in hell I’m catching the preggs.

Then they asked that question. 

Do you have a family history of diabetes?

And that is when everything came crashing down.

They do.  Every single one of my relatives on both my mother and fathers side have diabetes.  Lucky for my parents-it skipped a generation.  For both of them.  It skipped a full generation and came right now to me.  So anyways within a matter of days they had me prescribed to some of the best medicines known  to help.  Of course, nothing will ever cure or fully prevent me from becoming diabetic but the longer I wait the better.

When they first told me-I hated my doctor.  He gave me list after list of foods that were just “out of the question and would probably make me sick all the time as my body grew”.  Foods I would have to probably remove for the rest of my life.  Foods that I kind of loved.   I was a freshman (well now sophomore) in college.  I wasn’t worried about my healthy eating.  I was worried about how much sugar can I top my food with.  They told to severely limit most sugar laden desserts, most alcohol, most foods that were just concentrated in sugar.

Even with the medicines there are almost always foods that I can guarantee that will make me sick:

  1. Jams.  Normal jams and jellies and fruit preservatives will never sit well in my stomach
  2. Syrups such as honey, maple and other assorted sticky srup.  Once again, almost pure sugar
  3. Normal sodas-Honestly, I  cannot even taste the difference of normal sodas and diet anymore which is a huge problem.  I rarely ever order soda in restaurants anymore because I have had too many times (well 4) that the waitress has messed up and given me a normal coke or whatever instead of diet.  I get so sick at night and within a few hours I know exactly what happened.  I mean it’s honestly a common mistake and it’s not like they were purposefully doing it so I can’t be too angry.
  4. Fruit juices (mostly cranberry and weird flavors…orange juice isn’t as bad but I was never a big fruit juice fan to begin with)
  5. I know there are more things such as GU’s and gels with running but I won’t go into much detail because they just produce similar effects.

My medicines have given me the opportunity to continue some of my favorite foods though-thank god.

  1. Sugary cereals-I kind of love cinnamon toast crunch so it makes me extremely happy that I can eat bowls on end of cereal.  And not crappy unflavoured cereal and not for breakfast because that is what pancakes are made for.   I mostly have cereal for lunch or for a snack at night.
  2. Chocolate and ice-cream(Uh yeah.  At first they told me I wouldn’t be able too.  Hell. No).  They told me I should have sugar free ice-cream and I really just think that is like ice.
  3. Alcohol-So I don’t drink very often but I do have that option.

As I continued throughout sophomore year and to the end-people would often ask me about being prediabetic and what I had to limit and what I needed to eat lots of and I guess it fascinated them.  Some of friends from another website (holla Allison and Kristen!) even convinced me to start my own personal blog.  I would food blog all the time and wordpress gave me so many more options.  It was great.

I think this year has given me so much personal growth and acceptance about the whole situation.  It was almost like during sophomore year, I wanted people to feel sorry for me.  I wanted people to see that I couldn’t go out and eat a tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice-cream without spending a night in the ER.  I wanted them to be like oh Hollie that is terrible and blah blah blah.  During this year I have grown to accept that isn’t in the cards and I have slowly started removing more and more about being prediabetic from my food posts.


Because honestly, what I eat is working for me.  I don’t talk about being prediabetic because I don’t feel like it is the end of the world anymore.  I will talk about it when it comes up but I won’t spend countless posts rambling about it, because my life doesn’t suck.  In fact, it is quite awesome and I would prefer to focus on more happy and fabulous topics.

365 Days of Progression

Ha-Last night when I went about my business, I saw many girls wearing “crop tops” and so many more for sale at the mall too.  Apparently this is a legit big style and I just missed it.  Oh well.


Because I am going to celebrate my one year bloggaversary tomorrow with a post of why I began blogging in the first place (because I think .000001% of you know) I thought I would share some highlights of the year since last August 14th  in a somewhat timeline form.

In August, I went on a fancy date with aDuBs. 

I left for school.

I even climbed a mountain for cross country preseason camp.

In September, I had the best race ever and placed 3rd overall out of 200 girls.  That is only time I have ever felt I ever showed what I could really do in running.

Followed by having the most socially awkward swimming formal ever and another cross country race the next morning.

I was a pumpkin for Halloween.  True life: This costume is the highlight of my Junior year.

November marked the end of cross country season and I made besties at our championships.  It was held in an abandon airfield.  Some girl purposely tripped and spiked the $hit out of my leg.  I actually have a permanent scar from that.  Battle scar baby.

After cross country, I led the swim team (with Julie) in whack@zz cheers several times.

The first week of December, I swam in the most competitive race on my life.  I ou ttouched a girl in the mile by .08 seconds and qualified for our championship swim meet.  For my running besties, that is like out touching someone in the 5k by .08 seconds.  Thank god for touch pads.

When I was at home on break, I ran a poorly designed 5k with aDuBs and ended up running 3.8 miles.  My brothers cross country team got so lost that he ran over 5 miles and came in behind walkers.  It was in the trails during the snow storm that hit the east coast.

I had a training trip to Puerto Rico in which I swam four hours daily with my swimming best frienzz.

I also to lead off a relay which is never a good thing.

I’m pretty sure I had a blogging burnout in January. 

In February, I didn’t make it back to finals in a race I did so well sophomore year but I still had an awesome time and visited Niagra Falls.

I fractured my heels quite soon after beginning to run again and then was about to run for the first time on St.  Patrick’s Day at the local campus 5k race.  I think I ran around 23 after not running for a month.  I don’t actually remember, I just remember flicking a lot of campus off for their vulgar banter at the race.

The spring marked a pretty easy semester and I immediately got back into running.  I ran my first, second and third half marathons.  PRing each time.

And even scored a photo with the famous Katelyn at the Rochacha half.  (I plan to do that next year babycakes).  

In June, I watched my brother graduate.

July, I celebrated my 21st birthday and got a stress fracture all in the same day.

This August has been pretty uneventful but here is my favorite photo thus far.

celebrating 10 years of friendship<3

Well that about sums up my last year.  I have enjoyed 99.9% of it and I want to thank you guys for reading my blog.  I love each and every one of you.  Obviously a blog would be nothing without it’s readers and you guys rock my socks.  So if you ever in the VA/NY area.  Let’s be real life besties too.  


I must say my life has progressed a lot in the last 365 days and here is to another progression of 365 days.  That and I’ll be in my final internship.  Dear god, help the real world because I’m coming for ya.

Question for you:

Where has your life taken you in the last 365 days?