The Saturday Six. Blizzard Edition!

Blizzard Run. Complete!
  I had every intention of linking up with Courtney, Cynthia and Mar for their Friday Five Link Up but before I knew it, Friday turned into Saturday which turned into a Big Ass Blizzard. In the spirit of being semi-productive, and before I drink copious amounts of IPAs and eat tubs of guacamole, I decided I’d tell you about 6 Things I Am Currently Obsessed With. And yes, a delicious IPA made the list. I know. You’re shocked.

1. Skratch Labs Hot Apples and Cinnamon Hydration Mix. I can’t even. This stuff was the perfect way to thaw out and rehydrate after today’s Blizzard Run. I drink it all through winter. It’s like sippin’ a cup of comfort. Now only if it would roll out my hammies…


2. On Cloudsurfers. I was introduced to these super jazzy kicks a while ago by Tina who not only texted me dozens of pictures of her happy feet, she RAVED about them. She first blogged about them HERE. Her piggies were quite happy running on clouds. In fact, she BQ’d and PR’d with nary a blister. I myself have fallen in love with Hokas, but when a deal popped up for On Cloudsurfers, I rejoiced! Colby loves a deal. The verdict: They are comfy lil’ clouds! Not super squishy either if that makes sense. They have some stiffness which I dig. I need to run more miles in them but they felt really good straight outta da box. My feet cheered. And. They’re cute. Thanks for the recommendation , T-Bone!
 

Running On Clouds


3. A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara.  Stop right now. Put down this fantastic, yet rambling blog post and go get this book. GO. Hands down it is one of the most gripping books I have read…in…well? Ever. I can’t shake it. The book follows the lives of four college friends through adulthood. Their lives are like none I’ve ever read. It is a painful read. Yet the book is not dark. The pendulum swings from the central character’s profound suffering to his experiencing incredible acts compassion.  It is a heart wrenching portrait of enduring friendships written so elegantly. Read it. Then pour yourself a drink and call me. I’ll talk you through it.  

What a book.

4. G-Bot, New England Brewing Company. Hello, you delicious double IPA formerly known as Ghandi-Bot. Which didn’t go down well with the Indian-American community prompting the company to change its name.  The good news is that the deliciously hoppy elixir tastes exactly the same. Like heaven. Smooth, delicious heaven. And it’s a Connecticut original. #drinklocal

G-Bot.
  

5Janji Kenya Watercolor Running Jacket. File this jacket under BOMB.COM. In my humble opinion, this is one of Janji’s best pieces. 3/4 zip. The elusive high-low hem. Breathable. Perfect fit. Totally cute. And provides an individual in Kenya with a year of clean water. I call that A SEXTUPLE-DOG BONUS!  I’m obsessed. 


6. This. Be the hedgehog, Poodles. Be the hedgehog. 

 

What are you currently obsessed with?  Does that hedgehog crack you up, or is it just me? Favorite book. GO! 

The Back To Reality Blues.

 It took exactly 3 hours after landing in the frozen tundra that is New England, for me to forget that I had spent 7 relaxing days in South Florida. 

3 GODDAMN HOURS. 

Tan. Faint whiff of Hawaiian Tropic on my skin. Perfect Beach Hair…All faded memories now. I’ve been home less than a day and it’s like I never left. I hate that. I hate that I allowed The Daily Grind to bogart my damn relaxing week. So much for easing back into work/life/routine.  

Sweet dreams, South Florida.
 Re-entry was less than optimal today. It was more like being caught in an avalanche. Which, by the way, may actually be possible seeing as how Snowmageddon is waiting to rear its ugly frostbitten head this weekend and bite us all in the ass.  
Whaddup, Pelican?
  I’m usually still clinging to vacation mode for several days after returning back to reality. This time it was several hours. Next time it will be several minutes. The next, I may not return. 

Intense dread. That’s what I had today. Combined with feeling stale. Not moldy, stale. That tells me I need a change. Which can be quite interesting. And will always be exciting. It might just be time for one. Minor? Major? A new attitude? Christ. I’ll even take a new hairdo at this point.  Or maybe it’s just the Return to Reality Blues which always seems to follow a lovely time with My Other Half. 

Wanderlust.
 
However, Bike Tour Guide in Europe or a Lounge Singer in a Sexy Red Dress is sounding wayyyy better than Scientist these days. Meh. Maybe it’s just a phase. I’ll snap out of it.

Probably while I’m shoveling. 

Wine is ALWAYS the answer.
 Do you get hit with the Back to Reality Blues following a great vacation? What did you want to be when you grew up? Have you ever dodged falling coconuts while running?  I have! 

Danger! Falling Coconuts!

We could be heroes

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Credit: Helen Green

I heard the news of David Bowie’s death this morning. David Bowie was nothing if not an Original. A True Original. In today’s world of Imposters and Copy Cats, he was a Glam Unicorn. I’m not sure that we’ll ever see one quite like him again. I almost think that’s a good thing.  I am happy to have shared time on earth with him. To have existed in the same space. There was no one like David Bowie. He was an androgynous innovator. A figurehead in the pop cultural landscape for decades. It made me so sad this morning to read the news of his passing. I really liked him. And then I read he died of cancer. Not of AIDS. Not of an overdose. Of cancer. He died of cancer 2 days after his 69th birthday. Ziggy Stardust got cancer, just like many ordinary, everyday people do.

 

We could be heroes

Just for one day

-David Bowie

Several days ago, Tina and I registered for the Pan Mass Challenge. This will be Tina’s 4th, and my 12th PMC, a 2-day almost 200 mile cycling event clear across Massachusetts, benefitting cancer research at the Dana Farber Cancer Institute. Somehow hearing that David Bowie died of cancer this morning really got me thinking about why I have spent the past 12 years riding and raising money for cancer research. And it made me angry.

Cancer doesn’t discriminate. Cancer knows no bounds. Cancer is a thief. A vicious, ruthless thief. It steals our loved ones and people we quietly admire from afar. No one is immune to its reach. Not Steve Jobs. Not Gilda Radner. Not David Bowie. Neither the rich, nor famous are exempt. In that regard, David Bowie was like everybody else. That is so very upsetting to me. Not just because cancer claimed an Original, but because cancer steals so many extraordinary human beings. Every. Single. Day. Today was just another reminder. It’s maddening. And it’s unacceptable. Which is why for 2 days, we ride. For those we have loved and for those we have lost. We ride along with those who are survivors and with those who are fighting so hard to be.

I like to think for that one weekend, we are all heroes.  

Rest peacefully, Ziggy Stardust. You will be missed.

The Mark Zuckerberg Run Streak Challenge. And robots.

I was skimming through the Internets last night, as I am wont to do on a frigid Tuesday after sweating my face off at the gym, and came across Mark Zuckerberg’s 2016 Running Challenge. I also read something about him building a robot butler.  While I am not an authority on Robot Butlers, I do know a little bit about Robot Maids and know that Rosie the Robot Maid on the Jetson’s was a pretty badass broad. Unless he makes him in her spitting image, I don’t think anything he whips up will come close to emulating Rosie’s panache. Such a sassy little Robot, that Rosie was.

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Mark Zuckerberg’s physical challenge is “easy.” Run 1 mile a day. Every day. For a year. For your health.

Personally? I think it’s great. Absolutely great. If it inspires a handful of folks to unplug, get out and move, I am all for it. Mind you, this is THE Facebook Guy. This dude is tethered to a million computers every second of every day. To infinity and beyond. He’s asking you to log OFF of Facebook for roughly 10 minutes each day, give or take. He’s challenging you to get the hell off of social media for a minute or so, get outside and move! I think it’s fantastic. But that’s me. As you can imagine, the Internet Volcanos erupted, oozing its annoying, exhausting, judgy lava everywhere.

  • MARK ZUCKERBERG HAS SHITTY BIOMECHANICS! DON’T RUN LIKE HIM! HE’S HOLDING HIS PHONE! HIS STRIDES ARE TOO LONG!
  • MARK ZUCKERBERG IS *GASP* A HEEL STRIKER! HE’LL BE INJURED INSIDE A WEEK.
  • GOOD LUCK MARK ZUCKERBERG. DON’T POKE ANYONE! That’s just wrong.
  • MARK ZUCKERBERG IS ONLY GOING TO RUN A MILE A DAY? Pfft. Bitch, please. That’s child’s play. Make it 5 a day. Minimally. Then run an ultra every other.

I’m exhausted. Stop. Just stop.

You know what I think? I think the first mile is the hardest. Always. Beginner or expert. Never trust it. It’s a liar, but that’s a post for another day. I think the average person thinks running 365 miles in one year is pretty goddamn far. It is, by the way. I think we “Runners” need to remember where we all started. Which was at the beginning. Mile 0. For me, it was running telephone pole to telephone pole. First one mile then three, then in time, five. I’ll never forget starting. It’s the hardest part. I also think that doing something every single day transforms a New Year’s Physical Challenge into a Habit. A healthy habit. A lifestyle change. And the sense of pride and accomplishment that says anything you put your mind to is possible. And that is nothing but good.

Unless of course you run like Mark Zuckerberg. Who will apparently be laid up in traction and in a full leg cast by next Wednesday. I sure hope his Robot Butler can take care of him. ;-)

What’s the longest number of days you’ve run for? Do you remember your first run? Are you up for Mark’s Challenge?

 

 

The Party is Over.

Monday The proverbial party is over, Poodles. It’s the first Monday of 2016. I drank a coffee that was the size of a baby elephant this morning and it barely made a dent. It’s back to work. Back to the grind. Back to real pants. I am happy to report that said pants are neither tight nor busting at the seams, however, my Check Liver light is flashing. That can’t be good. I feel a 3-day juice cleanse in my very near future. Read: As soon as I get to the Fresh Market and buy ALL THE VEGETABLES. Vegetables? Do I eat them neat? Or on the rocks? Gah. Get your shit together, Colby.brandi-glanville-drinking-green-shit1

I have been off for the past, glorious week. What a much needed, relaxing way to send out 2015. Boy, did I need a break. As is always the case, work ramps up to warp speed in the months leading to the end of the year. It becomes a QUICK! DO EVERY EXPERIMENT! Right NOW! No WAIT…LAST WEEK! Ah the life of a scientist. It’s ALWAYS the case. New deadlines seem to pop out of the cold, tired air every hour. It makes a stressful time of the year even more so. The down time was a welcome respite.

Besides bingeing on Scandal on Netflix, I put in some solid days of running both with and without Drunk Otis, racking up a nice hefty tally of miles on the road and on trails. Squeeeee! As a side note: Does anyone else out there despise Olivia Pope’s mouth as much as I do? It might need it’s own Twitter account. Something about the way she moves her face.  Or the fact that she speaks on the exhale? I can’t quite put my finger on it. But it drove me to drink delicious IPAs and eat bowls of hummus for DAYS. Too much Olivia Pope at once. I think I od’d on The Pope. Girlfriend has some sweet coats though. Not for nothing, I’d take that Prada bag off her hands in a heart beat. But back to running…its handled

I received an incredibly thoughtful training journal from my girl, Carly for Christmas. I cracked that bitch open between bowls of hummus and episodes of Scandal last week. It’s AWESOME. It’s the Believe Training Journal by professional runners, Lauren Fleshman and Roisin McGettigan-Dumas. It’s an undated year-long workbook of sorts, geared toward women runners. It’s actually more than that. It’s got photographs, advice inspiration and tips from the pros. It’s inspiriting and motivating all at once. I’m digging it. It’s cute too. I have the red one. And I’ve begun journaling! Old School. Like with ink and paper. I love it. Thanks, Carly!

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The Believe Training Journal. Love. It.

The Journal is also motivating me to shop around for races this year and set some goals. I’m high on races, but low on goals. I feel like nothing can top 2015s Epic-ness. What’s after a BQ?  So, I’m goal shopping. One of which is to run more trail races this year and perhaps, JUST PERHAPS, run another Ultra. Yup. I said it.  I skimped on trail running last year. And I missed it. I did do several fantastic races in the spring which I loved and am planning on doing again, but as far as straight up trail runs, I was lacking. After running trails this week, I realized two things:

  1. I missed it.
  2. The only way to get better at trail running is to run trails. Period. The End.

I have found that nothing simulates trail running, like trail running. So that’s where you’ll find me. In the dirt. On my ass. On the trails with my giant chocolate mess of a friend, Drunk Otis.

But first, Monday. And another baby elephant sized coffee, please.

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Let’s hope my second cup comes with a rainbow!

What are your goals for 2016? Do you use a traditional old-school journal? Top Netflix binges. GO!

Page 1 of 366

I love a fresh clean slate. That’s just what I woke up to. This morning, I woke up with a mild grade New Year’s Eve hangover. Yet, I was excited. The day seemed ripe with new possibilities despite my slight haze. Shit. Even my breakfast was happy.

Which of course made me happy. So, in Pure Colby fashion, I drank a gallon of coffee, chased it with a tall glass of SkratchLabs and searched for my new trail kicks. I was stoked for the first run of 2016.  Not to be over shadowed by the Last Run of 2015, which was a glorious seven mile jaunt on my favorite route. It was a beautiful, contemplative 7 miles of happiness. 

But today, Drunk Otis, My Other Half and I headed to Our Favorite Trails to run wild. As only Drunk Otis could. What fun we had! I love trail running. Simply love it. I haven’t felt that free since I was a 10 year old kid, racing through the woods next to the golf course near our house to snatch fly golf balls that would wind up in the scrub. Then we’d sell them back to the Rogue Golfers at a discount. #freeenterprise 

Drunk Otis is happiest when he is running with his Humans. I swear I heard that dog let out a whoop! He’s amazing. Picks the right line every time. He’s the Scott Jurek of dogs. He sails through the trail, turning back every so often to make sure I am there. And if not? He waits. Patiently. Tongue out. Tail wagging so fast it’s blurry. So today, I took my first page, and handed it to Otis to write.  

The Natural.
 Life for him, is a godamn party every single second. He doesn’t worry about his feet, or his ankles. He is not afraid of falling and hasn’t stumbled yet. If he did, he’d probably laugh out loud, then catch up with his peeps and tell an overinflated tale of the rock that tried to bite his chocolate brown ass. He looks for the line, and tears it up. He is fearless. He is joyful. He is confident. Otis lives life LOUD. Bullhorn Style. 
Sun’s out, tongue’s out.
 
That dog can run. For the pure joy of running. It was exhilarating watching him. Made my whole heart smile. 

What a great way to begin. :-)

Do you run with your dog? What’s your spirit animal? Trails or road. Go! 

My Happy Place

Top 9 Moments in 2015! Why not 10? Because Instagram. 

  
Welp, Poodles. 2015 is almost a wrap. I would be remiss if I didn’t at LEAST post a sort of “Colby’s Year in Review” post for auld lang syne. Seeing as how #2015bestnine is taking the Insta-nets by storm, I figured I’d jump on the Trendy Bus, give it a whirl and see what moments were memorable. There were plenty more than nine, and I’m not sure how Rudolph made the cut, but he did. And so did Shalane Freaking Flanagan! So there’s that. Let’s review Colby’s Epic 2015, shall we? 

1. Hansons Marathon Method. How could I put together a “Best of” list without my beloved Hansons? 2015 saw me setting a super high running goal- To Run a BQ. With great goals, comes a great training program. And a shit load of craft beer and lobster rolls. I loved them. I hated them. The Hansons Method kicked my ass. That damn training program pushed me so far out of my comfort zone I might as well have been in orbit. But it worked. And in the process I learned I am far tougher and stronger than I ever thought possible. 

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2. I found a unicorn! I qualified for Boston! And in the process had one of the BEST weekends of the year with my BEST friend and Blogging Partner in Crime, Tina. We both ran the races of a lifetime and did it together. Two friends. Two BQ’s. Two PR’s. And 200 beers.  Ain’t nothin’ better. 

3. I watched Tina run her first Boston Marathon! In the pouring rain with Shalane Flanagan (see above). I was overflowing with happiness. So proud of her. I can’t wait to run it together. 2017 here we come! 

4. I rode in my 11th consecutive Pan-Massachusetts Challenge! ~200 miles in two days across the state of Massachusetts- all to raise money for cancer research. Personally, I have raised over $73,000. Yeah. I’m pretty proud of that one. My heart simply overflows. <3

4. Drunk Otis. I mean, do I really need to write another word about this sock-eating-hot mess-drunken-frat-boy of a chocolate lab we rescued this year? I hate to say it, but in some ways he’s rescued us. We love him. And sometimes hate him. Maybe we should have named him Drunken Hanson.  

Drunk Otis.
 
5. I am healthy. I had a very real cancer scare this year. It was terrifying. Thankfully, after surgery, all was well. I exhaled. And realized that without health, you have nothing. Nothing at all.

6. Janji! I am honored to be associated with such an amazing, socially responsible running apparel company. Each item of clothing provides a year of clean water to a person in an impoverished country. And the stuff is cute to boot. My fellow Janji Corps Ambassadors are an AMAZING group of runners- some of whom qualified for Olympic trials. Um. That wasn’t me. Not even with Hansons Method.

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Janji kit on point.

7. I discovered Hoka One One. And my legs and feet rejoiced. I also discovered InsideTracker. And my health did an about face. 

8. I fell in love with trail running. And plan on running more trail races in 2016 and quite possibly, another ultra. Gulp! I ran a bunch of trail races this year and loved every muddy, hard ass technicical minute of it. Run Wild! Get Outside, Poodles! 

9. I have amazing people in my life. My Other Half is referred to as such, because he is. He makes me whole. I watched him run his first marathon this year and race cyclocross like an Elite BOSS. He qualified for Boston straight out of the gate. He makes me proud. All of my friends do. This year wasn’t the “Best” for many of my friends. Yet, they handled their year with strength and grace. I am honored to be their friend.

#happiness
   
You know, in writing this 2015 Best Moment list and thinking about what 2016 will bring, what goals and accomplishments I am gunning for, what races I will run, a thought occurred to me. I don’t want 2016 to be all about things I want. Instead, I’d rather work on becoming the Best Me I can be. A better listener. More present. And far more kind. I think we all need a lot more of that. Besides, aren’t we all a work in progress? I’ve got my hard hat on. That’s it.  I’m officially “Under Construction.” To a happier, healthier, kinder 2016! 

Cheers, Friends! 

Naughty but Nice

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Well beat me with a candy cane and call me Ms. Grinch! Christmas is HERE! Phew. At least my tree is up. And my presents are wrapped. And my stockings are hung by the chimney with glee. Glee might be a strong word. More like disgust. Drunk Otis has a “thing” for stockings as you all know. Which means he’s been trying to drag them around the house for about a week now. I can tell by the glitter on his whiskers and the totally soaked Christmas Stockings he leaves around the house in tatters. All he wanted for Christmas was his own Instagram, so Santa came early and now that fool is live on IG. Go give him a follow. He’s a mess. A slobbery, handsome, silly mess. #squadgoals

As for Blogging, uh, what blogging? You know it’s bad when you have to request your WordPress password. I know I’m not alone! I’m looking at you, Salt. Oh, Colby. This happens every damn year. Work completely goes off the rails starting in November and my blogging falls promptly in the trash. I hate that. I am happy to say that my running has not fallen in the shitter. I’ve been loving the run. It’s been unseasonably warm up here in New England. Almost freakishly so. It’s kind of left me a little bit unnerved. Especially when this happens to you in December:

Global warming is for REAL. Not only did I find a tick on my hand in DECEMBER (Truth be told I blame Drunk Otis. As I do for any and everything these days.), my front lawn, which spent most of the summer looking like hay, is lush, green and fabulous. We might even have to mow that bitch again. ON CHRISTMAS EVE. In other sad news, I’ve only gotten to bust out my fabulous new Janji tights a handful of times. Christmas Eve in Connecticut might top the charts at 70 degress. So check my Instagram to see if I’m Jingle Joggin’ in a Janji singlet. So. Wrong.

Christmas did sneak up on me this year. More so than any other. That’s what happens when you find yourself, as we all do, RUSHING. Rushing to finish. Rushing to start. Rushing to rush. Who can enjoy the season when you’re traveling at warp speed? No one. So today, I am slowing down.  I am giving pause, if you will.  This evening I plan on planting my jolly ass on the couch in front of my jazzy tree, glass of wine in hand, and cheesy Christmas movie on the telly. Whether you celebrate Christmas is neither here nor there to me.  I do, but for you, Merry Whatever! Happy {insert term here}! Quite frankly, the PC-ness of it all is kind of grating on my last strand of tinsel, but I digress. 

My hope for you during your unseasonably warm winter runs, is that you take a minute to exhale, and think of all of the people you have encountered this year who have moved you. To tears. To smiles. To joy. All of them. Thinking? Good.  Now I hope a smile creeps across your face and a wave of happiness and gratitude knocks your heart over, and you say “Thank You” out loud, to no one in particular, like a Crazy Pants. There is much in life to be thankful for. The Holidays to me are about spending time with the people in your life who move you. And toasting. To love. To health. To happiness.

Enjoy, Friends! And CHEERS! 

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A Busted Can of Biscuits

Anyone else feel like a hung over, busted can of biscuits?

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*raises hand*

Sweet Jesus.

I can recover from marathons better than a long weekend of drinking and stinking. Maybe InsideTracker’s Inner Age was right. Maybe I am a broken down old broad.  If you missed my last InsideTracker post, relive the glory (and PROGRESS!)  HERE. And if you’re up for some Cyber Monday deals, there’s a code good for some deep discounts on InsideTracker packages. Invest in YOU this Cyber Monday. And not on shit that you don’t really need and will use for 2 weeks tops, before it winds up at the bottom of your cupboard, quietly weeping. Don’t make a cheap quesadilla maker sad! Invest in YOU, Poodles!

I had a fantastic long weekend. Some would argue a lil’ too fantastic. I’m looking at you, Liver. It was filled with people I adore and plenty of holiday cheer. And by holiday, I mean the Thanksgiving Holiday. Not the Christmas one. It is still November. Even though it’s hanging on by a teeny tiny thread. Last night as I plopped my tired, bloated, hung over ass on my couch and scrolled through the Internets, all I saw was FULL ON CHRISTMAS. Lights! Trees! Santa! Gingerbread houses! Elaborate Christmas Extravaganzas! Kids in Christmas Jammies!

And here I was covered in dog hair in yoga pants.

Was it always like this?

I feel like I’m way behind the Christmas Eight Ball and the goddamn turkey isn’t even cold yet. I almost felt panicked. I started walking around the house searching for giant green and red Tupperware bins marked “Xmas Decorations!” Yes. With an exclamation point. Where are my freaking ornaments?! Stockings?!?! Do we need new ones?!?!? WHERE ARE THE FLICKERY CANDLES FOR THE WINDOWS?!?!? GET ME THE NUTCRACKERS! I NEED THEM NOW!  I was nearly frenzied for one hot second. I even went so far as to find a lint brush and throw on some Uggs and a puffer vest. I came this close to heading out the door to chop down my tree, take a selfie in front of it, then have Drunk Otis drag it back home for me. Imagine a puffy faced me, a tree, and a maniac chocolate lab wearing a goPro. Eat your heart out Currier and Ives. It’s not even that people have begun to decorate for Christmas- THEY’RE FINISHED. I’m talking wrapped presents under the tree and shit. I haven’t even wrapped up my Thanksgiving hangover.

What’s left?

What I hope is left is to actually ENJOY the spirit of the season. To do something meaningful with someone you adore. To donate your time to a cause dear to you. To spend time with people who add value to your life. And to tell them they do so.

To laugh. To listen. To savor.

To raise a glass to health, love and happiness.

And To SLOW THE FUCK DOWN BECAUSE YOU’RE ALL STRESSING ME OUT.

Then I came to my senses, put my keys down, pushed Drunk Otis out of the way, hopped back in my cozy chair and poured myself a glass of wine.

With a reindeer on the glass.

That’s gotta count. :-)

Do your social media feeds stress you out this time of year? Are you done with Christmas already? What’s your favorite thing to do during the Holiday Season?

My InsideTracker Ultimate ReTest. Progress!

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Remember that time I took InsideTracker’s Ultimate (Re)Test and never told you how I had progressed? Or, regressed as it were. Benjamin Button style. I never filled you in. That wasn’t nice of me. Oh. But I had a plan. So what do you think? Based on my initial experience, was I able to make diet and lifestyle changes based on InsideTracker’s personalized recommendations, turn back the greedy hands of time and perform my best?!?!

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CLIFFHANGER!

Let’s review.

When last we chatted, I had taken InsideTracker’s Ultimate Test which examined my blood for biochemical and physiological markers of health. They analyzed the data extensively, and established my very own optimal ranges for each biomarker. So fancy! When markers weren’t “Optimal,” they provided me with science-driven nutritional and lifestyle interventions all geared towards improving performance, vitality and overall health.

Blood Don’t Lie, Poodles.

My Original Test was less than optimal. Girlfriend needed work. Which wasn’t shocking, considering that’s what prompted me to stage my own personal Health Intervention in the first place. Stress. Insomnia. Sluggishness. Horrible post-run recovery. And over all “Meh-ness.” I had also dealt with a very real cancer scare which thankfully had a positive outcome. I became laser focused on taking care of myself as a result. My InnerAge measurement, which examines chronological age versus specific key biomarkers was 60.3 years old. P.S. I’m 43. I was stunned.

My first set of results prompted three key health goals:

  1. Optimize key biomarkers 
  2. Reduce my InnerAge
  3. Improve my performance and run a Boston Marathon qualifying time

    Oh. And win the lottery while I’m at it. Lofty goals.

    The Ultimate ReTest.

    Since receiving my original results, I implemented almost all of the nutritional and lifestyle recommendations into my daily life. I also took sleep seriously. As in, it became my job. Many of my high biomarkers were influenced by stress and lack of sleep. Based on my first set of results, there were 2 main areas that needed serious work. I decided to focus on these two. Baby steps, Poodles. Baby steps.

    • Cortisol. When you hear “cortisol,” think stress. Your body releases this hormone in response to stress- both physical and emotional. My body was releasing it quite a bit. 
    • InnerAge. Oh, InnerAge. Why have you forsaken me?  I’m practically AARP card worthy. InnerAge is determined by 5 particular biomarkers integral to the aging process. Mine were awful. 

      Goals vs. Reality:  The Verdict.

      Cortisol. I achieved almost a 25% reduction in cortisol levels! I’m still no where near optimal, but my levels definitely improved. I’m just north of normal.  I have made sleep a priority. I have implemented a No Screen policy before bed. I have incorporated meditation and yoga into my life. I am exercising. I have let the small things go. Why sweat them in the first place?  I am managing my stress. And I do believe it’s working.

      Cortisol Over Time

      InnerAge. Well smack my ass and call me Sally O’Malley! I’m in my 50s! While I know I have a ways to go, I am gaining control. Progress! Remember, I am 43. I was 60.3. I’m at 53.1. I can’t wait to see where I am currently.  I’m coming for you Optimal! With a decrease in cortisol levels, a subsequent decrease in fasting glucose levels and an increase in Vitamin D levels, I’m not surprised I’ve gotten “younger.” Isn’t 50 the new 30? #wishfulthinking

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      Running Performance. After I received these results, I began an intensive marathon training program, Hansons Marathon Method. It was grueling. I was concerned about recovering and adapting to the high mileage for the 18 weeks of training. See why I’m tardy?  I have never run more intensely in my life. I am also acutely aware that ramping up training without adequate nutrition is goal suicide. This was training on a whole other level for me. I really took InsideTracker’s nutrition recommendations to heart. I ate cleaner and smarter. I drank more water. I slept soundly. I have never felt stronger in my life. As a result?

      • I am down 10lbs
      • I successfully completed training injury free
      • I recovered from weekly mileage in the 50s-60s brilliantly
      • I ran the fastest marathon of my life
      • And I qualified for Boston!

      Knowledge is power. And minor improvements can yield great rewards. Marginal gains. That’s how I am looking at InsideTracker’s results. Small incremental improvements add up to significant improvement when you add them all together. I plan on continuing to add small improvements with InsideTracker as a guide. I am overdue for my next test. I can’t wait to see where I am heading.  Sadly, I did not win the lottery. Although I do feel like I’ve won the Health Lottery. And that’s priceless.

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      The Marathon of a Lifetime.
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      Note: I purchased an Ultimate Test  at a discount and InsideTracker provided me with an InnerAge measurement at no additional cost. As always, all opinions and views expressed are my own. My. Own. But you knew that already. :-)