Trails, Fails & Prevails, Plus Epic Kales

Perhaps the worst blog post title in blogger history. Conventionality would criticize the immediately noticeable grammatical flaw and the corny rhyming, but for now, it’s passable. Plus, it validates the Rachel Ray cookbook on display in my kitchen. Rachel Ray is simply for elegant décor (though she sits next to overripe bananas and large quantities of protein powder), because her smothered mushroom and kale recipe is crossed off in bold sharpie with one step: microwave.

This blog was a spur of the moment decision. It was decided one day after finishing my last undergraduate class, three minutes after handing in a final paper, and seconds after aborting a run due to a flash of lighting. I’m not the type of person to do nothing. Alas, I might as well blog about nothing. I’ve been inspired by blogs of so many people that I love and respect; however, my blogging skills and creativity will probably be meager in comparison. My race reports will likely be three sentences: I zoned out. It hurt. I celebrated with Tutti Frutti. My daily photos will never compare to my aunt’s incredible talents. Though at the very least, I promise that the blog will be entertaining.

When I think back on experiences in my life (that sounds quite yoga-ish), the time that I have spent on trails are almost always at the forefront of my memories. I love mud. I love running at 6:30 in the morning on desolate Colorado trails. I love making my own trails (sorry nature). With whatever comes next in my life (as it keeps changing every four seconds), I still want to have the ability to experience daily adventures.

My fails are equally amazing and entertaining. The thing is, you can only fall the hardest when you leap with the most velocity. V = V_o + at. Pretty much my only MCAT takeaway. And well, I like to run really, really fast. I’ve learned a lot from failure, but what I’ve learned the most is that if you are genuine and real in what you do, you can’t hurt your friends and family. At the end of the day, at least for me, their respect is most important.

Prevails – duh, these rock.

Epic Kales: pretty much my daily routine. Thus, it deserves the double plural. The security guard and I have a special relationship at Whole Foods. He watches as I sample my steamed kale in line prior to paying and I refrain from parking at Whole Foods when I run around East Campus. Done deal.

Thanks for reading! Maybe I’ll land five readers a day. Woohoo!! To all my amazing friends who blog – thanks for the inspiration!!