After graduating college and landing my dream job, daily goals became a thing of the past. Realizing I needed something to strive for on a daily basis, I decided to become a runner. Inspired by BenDoesLife, this blog was started as a way to hold myself accountable for sticking to my healthy lifestyle. My journey to a marathon starts here and now. Rock on!

Someone* made it to Whitefish to hang out with Daddio for his 72nd birthday!

Good morning from this neck of the literal woods, rockstars! It’s a beautiful day to be alive. Make it count.

Scenes from a rockin’ day on the lake. Last one of the season. *tear* It was as awesome as it looks. Maybe even awesomer.

P.S. - Those may look like my legs, but they’re Hubs’s. Promise. (What a goob, amirite?)

Every year on this date, Hubs and I visit our buddy Jacob for his birthday. He would be 34 today.

We bring his favorite bottle o’ booze, Johnnie Walker Black, and sit with him for about an hour. It’s always beautiful outside; it’s the perfect mixture of new fall leaves and wind and sunshine, and I know he comes to hang out with us when we visit.

We also stop by to see our buddy Aaron, or ‘Chap Master Flex’ as Hubs so aptly nicknamed him. He was also one awesome rockstar of a dude, taken sooner than we’d have liked. But I digress.

Today was all about honoring our dear buddy Jake ‘Marley Gras’ Etchart. And I think he’d be proud of the job we did this year.

Happy Birthday, buddy. You are loved and greatly missed.

Look who came to snug! He must be hypnotized by my magnificent makeuping talents.

Yup. That’s totally it.

Look who came to snug! He must be hypnotized by my magnificent makeuping talents.

Yup. That’s totally it.

Ooh, I made pretty makeup stuffs happen on mah face.

Date night after a swift 3 miler? Why, Internet, I thought you’d never ask.

Have a lovely evening, rockstars.

Ooh, I made pretty makeup stuffs happen on mah face.

Date night after a swift 3 miler? Why, Internet, I thought you’d never ask.

Have a lovely evening, rockstars.

Well hey there, rockstars! It’s Friday. So…partying? Oh, you know me. Always.

Here’s the sunset from Momma last night…dang, maybe this is where I get my sweet, sweet photography skillz. (You know I’m legit because I changed the dorky ‘s’ to a rad ‘z’ like all the cool kids. Obviously.)

Have a brilliant day, friends!

Doozer scenes from last night “I’m a Spastic Laugher” Edition:

3 miles on the dreadmill, photo of nutty nuggets sent to seestor because obvious hilarity, dropped salsa as a result of my failure to appropriately multitask while laughing hysterically, dinner, and two beautiful photos that make me envious of my Momma’s trip to the Oregon Coast.

Happy hump day, rockstars!!!

Back to basics, anyone? Feels like a solid plan to me.

Roasting veggies, quinoa and an apple. Even Bood got in on it. Score.

Happy Caturday, rockstars! It’s a great day to be alive.

"Professional" wedding musicians reporting for duty.

We’re so fancy.

It’s a nice day for a white wedding.

It’s a nice day for a white wedding.