I can feel my priorities changing. Going through such a rigorous program for school has become increasingly frustrating. We’ve been asked to pull close to 45+ hour class and clinic time, not including study or transportation time. That does not include sleep or the time lost if we have graveyard shifts for clinic. That does not include my 10hrs/week for work plus commute. That does not include my ambassador duties for Girls Who Hike, nor does it include my social obligations, personal or online. I have only four days off in the next six weeks. FOUR DAYS. Lol. But to my surprise, I am okay with it. I may even pick up more days to work, or at least hike a mountain. I was frustrated Bc it felt like my whole summer would be wasted, but then I remembered. My time is not now. Sure, I get #fomo especially in the community I am in. But, I’m preparing and doing it well. I need to save money, pay off some debt, and then train. I But that will start in the fall, or even in January 2019. Why? Because next year is my year. In the meantime, I work, get my license, and study my ass off at home to prepare for these thru-hikes and learn about equipment and gear and safety. Ha, you thought I meant, study for school? Heck no. Bring on the hiker blogs 😂🙌🏽 📷: @digital_ron #highfiveifyoureadthewholething
Hike #15 /💯 was with our #IPWA mentor to train @akswain and I on the ins and outs of being a United States Forest Service volunteer and representing the Indian Peaks Wilderness Alliance to help educate other people out on the trail. We didn’t make it to our destination due to some incoming weather, but it’s always a great day in the high country!
Yesterday was about stepping out of my comfort zone—new trails and new people. Today was like a homecoming of sorts—Overlook Mountain with familiar faces. Hiking stretches all kinds of muscles, in your body and your mind. I’m grateful that I have so many opportunities to enjoy this beautiful world and meet beautiful souls. #girlswhohike
This is my dad.
He’s quick to laugh and a terrible liar.
He has a belly the size of a basketball, despite that he doesn’t drink beer.
He’s the messiest eater I’ve ever seen, but enjoys the food he eats more than anyone I’ve ever known.
He loves my mother fiercely and cares for our family with unrelenting dedication.
He doesn’t take things too seriously and tends to be the calm and reason amidst a lot of emotion in our household.
He’s thoughtful and kind and loving.
Happy Father’s Day to the best dad I could have ever hoped for.
"Of all the words in our English language, none is more beautiful and significant than the word "whole." In the beginning it meant "healthy." I believe the thought it expressed was that no human being could be healthy who was well only in certain parts of his physical and moral self. I believe there is not one of us who, looking back upon the errors of his own life, can escape the conviction that most of these were caused by mistaking a part for a whole. It is easy to do, for the contemplation of a part supplies an enjoyment of the understanding, while the search for the whole is hard work." Yogi loves @awildneens @alllyyyb ⭐️✨
#VegasChallenge Day 8/84: Celebrated my husband/father of my child by going for a family hike in the summer-like weather. We followed it up by hydrating ourselves with beer and filling our bellies with wood-fired foods at a brewery. It felt like a prelude to summer and I’m all for it. #Hike19 of the #52hikechallenge ✅
At 17 years old I was diagnosed with PCOS, a chronic disease resulting in cysts on the ovaries. Look it up…it’s scary as fuck.
I had no resources. No one close to me who was experienced with PCOS. Only the internet and my less than helpful doctor. I was facing obesity, infertility, excess hair, hormone imbalances, and SO much more. Being a teenager is hard enough. Now add on PCOS? I felt hopeless and defeated. I felt like a freak.
I remember explaining to a few girls what PCOS was and how it resulted in an excess amount of testosterone. One of them piped in and said, “So does that mean you have a dick?” 🙄She was not the brightest bulb in the box 🤦🏻♀️ Now first, what I have going on between my legs is nobodies business 🙅🏻 (taking a deep breath so I don’t go into a political rant…instead I’ll hashtag) #mybodymybusiness 🐸☕️ Second, this reaction made me feel like even more of a freak. Bottom line, teenage girls are assholes 🤷🏻♀️
So why am I sharing this? I know what it’s like to feel alone. I know what it’s like to have no one understand what you’re going through. I know what it’s like to have doctors, friends, everyone and their mother give advice on what they think YOU should do. I know the heartache and the frustration.
. But I also know it gets better. You will figure out (through trial and error) what works best for YOUR body. Cause at the end of the day YOUR mental and physical health is what matters.
Life throws crazy shit your way. I want to say, I am here. I am always here to be a non-judging, listening ear 💘
Please remember, it gets better. You get stronger. Trust yourself.