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I Didn’t Think I Would Do It…

I didn’t think I would do it. I actually laughed out loud at the absurdity of the suggestion; brushed it off and thought “what kind of crazy person actually does that”. But now…now I’ve changed my mind.

So let me start at the beginning. The suggestion actually came several weeks back… Continue reading

Roll Recovery


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A Pregnant Perspective on Professional Running

A pregnant perspective on professional running…or in simple words-“what pregnancy has taught me about being a professional runner.”

When I think about the term “professional”, I envision a person performing their job to high standards, which is something that I always felt like I did. However, it took training while pregnant for me to really take a hard look and re-evaluate my pre-pregnancy training.

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Sarah’s 2013 New Balance autograph card

This is both embarrassing and humbling at the same time. Don’t get me wrong. I held myself to high standards and expected the very best of myself each day…but now I realize it was only in certain aspects of my running career. Basically, I suffered from what I like to call the “distance runner mindset” (did I just say ‘distance’ runner? I mean ‘middle-distance’, obviously!). The “distance runner mindset” is the internal need that many endurance runners feel to get in their weekly mileage through the routine of long runs, workouts, etc. The sole focus of the “distance runner mindset” is on running/mileage. Continue reading

Welcome to Virginia


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So-long Solana (Part 2)

We kick off 2016 with Part 2 of So-Long Solana – an explanation of our hiatus, blessings, chaos and changes over the past month and a half. If you have not yet read yesterday’s post, please go do that now.  It will help you better understand the moments that have led to this point …

As we begin 2016, three major changes are happening in our lives:

  1. I am leaving ElliptiGO
  2. We are moving to Northern Virginia at the beginning of winter
  3. We are moving in with Sarah’s parents.

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Solana Beach Sunset


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So-long Solana (Part 1)

Aside from the unfortunately necessary post about our dear friend Mike Byrnes just days after Christmas, The BTeamRunning blog has been eerily quiet lately. Some of you may be thinking, “well, things must not be going well with the training”, or maybe you thought, “I guess they haven’t had anything exciting happen lately”. Well, it’s just the opposite actually. Everything – and I mean everything – is going great. And everything is changing. We continue to be truly blessed with the people and opportunities God has placed in our life. As a result, we have barely had a moment to sit, let alone write about all we are doing.

Long story, short … we’re moving! Continue reading


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Coach Mike Byrnes

I originally had a different post planned for today. However, my dear friend and coach, Mike Byrnes, passed away this past weekend. Therefore, today, my post is dedicated to one of the most important people to ever grace my life.

I know that Coach meant a lot of different things to a lot of different people. His accomplishments and contributions to the world are far too many to ever recount so I am not going to try and cover all of those today. If you want to read them, simply google “Mike Byrnes, Track & Field”, and the resume you’ll find will be long and distinguished. No, instead, I want to give you a small glance into my time with Coach. Several months back, I was approached to write down some of my memories of Mike and now seemed like an appropriate time to share them more publicly. Here is just a glance at Coach Mike and I’s story. A story that is forever etched into my heart… Continue reading


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Selfless VS Selfish

“When I can be selfless”. That’s what I always told myself about having kids. The time would be “right” when I could be selfless.

That’s because growing up I was one of the lucky ones. I had two very selfless parents. My mom left her job and stayed home with my brother, sister, and I until we were old enough to start school. Between the three of us kids, we participated in soccer, cheerleading, band, cross country, karate, wrestling, Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, school plays and even dance. My parents were always on the sidelines or in the audience watching and supporting us.

Growing up we also had season passes to amusement parks, water parks, swimming pools and even to Colonial Williamsburg. We took family vacations each year to places like the beach or Disney World. My dad participated in every father daughter dance & my mom volunteered to chaperone field trips. I could go on and on but the point is my parents were always INVOLVED. They made my brother, sister and I the focus of their lives and put our activities, wants and needs above their own. From field days at school to driving 45 minutes each way to soccer practice our parents constantly gave their money, time and attention to better us. They were and still are selfless.

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Sarah holding her now two-year-old niece, Leighton, when she was a baby

I however, am the opposite of selfless. I am selfish. Continue reading


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PSA: “No touchy touchy”

Back in high school, a girl on my track team used to have a saying, “no touchy, touchy”. However to really get the full affect and authenticity, you need to imagine a sassy petite who would pout out her lips, put one hand on her hip, and use the other hand to wave her finger at you, while saying “no touchy, touchy!”, in her version of an Italian accent. The saying, along with accent and attitude, became a standing inside joke between my friends and me. Every once in awhile, I still bust out the saying just for good humor. And now, as a pregnant woman, I think it is the PERFECT phrase (accent & attitude included) to ward off the dreaded belly touching.

Belly touching. Just the thought makes me cringe. Is that horrible to say? I’m not sure but I do know that I am usually a brutally honest person so I can’t lie. I don’t like people touching my belly. Continue reading