Running on Donuts (And Pie and Wine)

Hello-this post is brought to you from the floor of my living room. My dog is currently curled up in a ball hogging all the sun but whatever…she leads a tough life and deserves it.

So, I was out of town last week and like most humans do when they travel, I posted a shit ton of pictures to Instagrammmm. Someone (not going to name names) messaged me and asked “What do you eat? Goodness grief I’m jealous of your diet.”

Only picture not of food…hey

Looking back through my posts, almost all of them contained a donut, cookie, or beverage of some sort. Some might call it #foodporn others might call it #carbloading4life.  I prefer “living.”

The title of this blog is Real Running, so lets be real. I run so I can eat all the treats (not the only reason but a big slice of the pie).

Before consuming a lunch of fresh/local ham and cheese sandwich and the best damn french fries, I went for a 4 mile run through hilly Duluth after a morning walk with my sister and her dog.

Told ya it’s hilly

Yes I probably ate more calories than I burned but who cares? The run made my heart happy, the meal made my belly happy.

I will most likely never turn down the opportunity to drink a bloody mary on Saturday morning with a side of fresh-deep-fried-pickles-that-make-you-want-to-dance-with-joy or a glass of red reserve wine from a local winery.

You see, much like going out for drinks and dinner, running is a social thing. You run past people on the street and say hello. You run with thousands of other athletes in a marathon and feel like a badass. So really, I’m not crazy and eating donuts and running really makes perfect sense. Like deep fried picks and bloody marys make sense.

It’s like my dad always says…everything in moderation. No, I don’t eat 5 donuts every day. No I don’t run every day. Because if we did everything every day, not only would those things become extremely boring, but we’d lose passion for them. And I do not want to live in a world where I do not crave chocolate covered-honey-filled donuts. I do not want to live in a world where running isn’t fun anymore.

So listen to your heart and your belly. If you’re craving a donut, eat the damn donut. If you want to go for a 2 mile run along the beach or up a hill, let your legs take you away.





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.





It’s Like Rain, On Your Wedding Day

Hi! First off, welcome. This is going to be an absolute blast. Second off, can we just talk about how great Minnesota is? It’s February and I have my windows open. The air is fresh and cool. I’m already drinking iced coffee which typically doesn’t happen until April so, like, this is neat.

Let me introduce myself and this new blog going on. My name is Haley. I’m a 27 year old gal who likes to run, take pictures of my dog, eat, and stay busy. You wanna know more? Just read the about me section because that says it all. I’ve had a blog once before but I’m incredibly excited for this new venture. My life involves a heavy dose of running, and you’re going to get to hear all about it.

Now lets just start with the most recent running adventure because I literally cannot stop thinking about it. 3 of my best running mates (we call ourselves the ARunFam) and myself recently ventured down to Nawlins. Why the heck did we go there you ask? I was wondering the same thing at first…but let me tell you, New Orleans might be one of the coolest places I have ever been to. The best food. The best music. The coolest streets lined with tiny colonial style houses.

We went for vacation but decided to run a half marathon while in town. A Rock-N-Roll half marathon to be exact. And boy was it fun. New Orleans is super flat so almost everyone PR’d (I did not). Bands lined the streets, the weather was a balmy 65 degrees.

We finished before most people even wake up on a Sunday and spent the rest of the day celebrating our successful morning. That’s the thing about running. You gotta treat yourself for all the hard work and sweat you put into it am I right? What better way to do that than with mimosas (heaving in the mim) and chips (shoutout to my girl Andrea for sharing this habit).

Things I learned from doing a destination half marathon with friends. I will never travel solo again. I will always run destination runs with this crew. When given the choice to eat a donut before a 6 mile run, I will always say yes. I might even say yes to running 2 miles incredibly slow after an all-night party on Frenchmen Street. I will never judge you for singing to Allanis Morisette at the top of your lungs. Stacy’s mom has got it going on.

Basically, the point of this first post is to tell you to find the people that bring out the best in you. Find the people that let you smile with your mouth open and won’t judge you for it. Find the people you can share a wardrobe with. Find the people that laugh at your jokes and give them right back. Find the people that eat donuts, drink champagne, and Venmo you later. Find your ARunFam and never let them go. Because they are the people that truly matter. Without them, you might keep running but it won’t mean a thing. With them, you’ve won.