Friday’s are my favorite. They usually start off with a sweet breakfast…maybe eggs and bacon, maybe a donut if I’m extra excited. I like to browse the New Music Friday playlist on Spotify for some new hot tracks. I also like snuggling with my super sleepy yet cuddly little monkeyofadog Ruthie (did you think I would miss an opportunity to post a pic of her…absolutely not).


Friday’s usually bring about some time by myself where I can sit back, re-evaluate the week, and plan for the next. I enjoy this time but sometimes it stresses me out. Looking ahead to a future full of busy-ness. What meals should I prep this weekend, how far do I have to run Saturday morning? When will I wash my hair? Crap, the dog needs food…now I have to go to Chuck and Don’s. Oh maybe she needs a new toy…or 5. The list usually continues to grow and eventually I’ll say “fuck it” and go get a bloody mary instead.

So, how do you find balance between tasks, fun, socializing, fitness, eating, and sleeping? I usually prioritize by exercising first (hello endorphin’s/energy) and then shittiest item to most fun.

My morning list would look something like this:

  1. Run/Workout
  2. Breakfast (becuase no one likes a Hangry Haley)
  3. Laundry, dishes, house chores
  4. Grocery Shop
  5. Walk the dog
  6. Meal Prep
  7. Drink more coffee
  8. Take a salt bath

It’s like man, by that time I am ready for a nap! Lately I’ve been a fan of the 15-20 minute power nap. Anything longer than that and I wake up feeling hungover. Gimme dat nap then it’s time to roll on with the day.

Eventually 5pm rolls around and I’m like “where’s the wine?” Wine time = social time in my book. Whether it’s sipping it at home on the couch with Sam and Ruthie watching This Is Us, or standing in the dance corridor with my running pals, wine always brings on the best conversations, the best of nights.


So take a salt bath, grab a glass of wine, prioritize your life lists, and get shit done.

Catch ya later!



Running out of a Rut


Coming back to a week of real life after a weekend away (tucked away in the mountains of the UP) is quite crappy…sort of. On vacation, there are no alarms. You can play board games with your family for 5 hours, drink 2 bottles of wine, and eat all the gingersnap cookies in the world. You can ski all day, sleep in until 9, and laugh until you pee your pants…but then Sunday comes around and you have to say goodbye to your brother and sister, mom and dad, and it’s crappy.

But then you return home, hug your dog, go to work (best place in the universe!), and get back into a routine. You wake up to your alarm, exchange wine for coffee, wash your hair (maybe), and snag a donut for breakfast.

Know what else makes coming back from vacay easier? Running. Oh, and planning another vacation.

The weather in MN has been legit…50’s and sunny…so it’s like why not go for a run outside? When in training mode, I like to stay on a strict schedule-usually Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday. In non-training/sort-of training season, I like to stay on a lax schedule. I’ll take class at Alchemy 5-6 times a week and run 2-3 times a week, trying to get one hill day/sprint day, and one longer run day. Oh and did I mention I usually eat a donut post run? If you don’t like donuts, I don’t like you (JUST KIDDING…kind of).

I’m not the perfect runner-sometimes I miss a run and I’m learning that’s OK (like this past weekend on vacay) . Life would be boring and stagnant if we followed the same schedule every single day right? Sometimes I feel like I’m going to shit myself on a run due to drinking too much coffee or eating something stupid beforehand…again, not perfect.

Then there’s those day’s where I feel like Usain Bolt.


Like holy hell how did I get so fast? My legs aren’t tired, my breathing is on point, even my sweat looks magical (hehe…totally kidding). See, that’s the thing about running. It’s unpredictable. It’ not perfect. You have your good days. You have your bad days. But you always know it will be there. Just like family on vacation (see what I did there?).

So, if you’re coming back from a trip-may it be 2 days, 5 days, 10 days-and need to get out of a sad, depressed rut…just run. Pull your hair back, put on your favorite shorts, and let yourself go. I promise you will come back ready to take on the world.