Hi! I’m Heather. I am all about my family. I am a wife, Mom, milk drinker, Reese’s peanut butter cup addict, dog lover, Registered Nurse, and perhaps most importantly for this blog, a runner. That’s the short story. If you want the details, keep reading!
I love my family. I grew up in a small town in Massachusetts and lived in the same house until I went off to college at The University of Massachusetts at Amherst. I am the youngest of four children, with one sister and two brothers. The age difference between my oldest brother and I is twelve years. My Mom swears I was planned…(wink, wink)! I am very lucky to say that my parents have been married for 48 years…something you don’t find everyday anymore! Some of my earliest memories include listening to U2 and Guns N’ Roses with my brothers while I stood in awe of them playing basketball in our driveway, wishing someday I’d be as good as them, and idolizing my pretty, cool, older sister wishing someday I’d be as awesome as she was and still is. Thanks to my siblings, I’ve got three amazing “out-laws”, 6 of the best nephews on Earth, and 2 beautiful nieces that may someday take over the world. My Mom stayed at home with us kids and has always been superhuman to me, like an angel sent down from heaven. My Dad retired from the Army as a Lieutenant Colonel and taught me to never be afraid to try something new. If you don’t try, you will never know what could have been. If you try and it doesn’t work out, hey, at least you’ve got a good story!
I am a wife to “Sal G”. O.K. His real name is Todd, but he grew up in Lowell, MA where I’ve come to learn everyone has a nickname that sticks. Funny enough, we knew each other almost two years before we got together and truthfully, didn’t really think much of one another. My best friend (hey Meggie!) and “Sal G’s” best friend (hey Chico!), are married, so by default we hung out. Then, out of nowhere, on April 10, 2005, the day Tiger Woods made the most amazing shot on 16 and went on to win the Masters in a playoff against Chris DiMarco, as we sat on our friends’ couch hungover, eating pizza, something happened…and the rest is history.
I am a Mom to two beautiful babies, Jack (almost 2) and Anna (almost 1). Yes. They are 13 months apart! I decided to have Jack inform my husband that we would be having our second baby just after he returned from a long weekend of golfing (i mean drinking) with his buddies. Sweeney might have come close to passing out.
But here we are, a family of four living in Southern New Hampshire. Yes, these two little pieces of perfection definitely keep me busy, but most importantly they remind me to always look for the joy in life and stay positive. They remind me anything worth having is worth fighting for. They teach me the meaning of true love on a daily basis. They help me to remember to be patient. They keep me on my toes because, after all, they are watching my every move. Monkey see, monkey do.
I am a milk drinker. Random right? Wrong. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been drinking milk. I’m not talking one glass here or there, only skim, or only on my cereal. I’m talking milk with breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. Milk with pizza, pasta, burgers, fish…you get the picture. I’ll take skim, 1%, 2%, whole. I’m not picky as long as it’s cold. When I finished the Savannah, GA Rock N’Roll Marathon in 2014, I pounded FOUR chocolate milks. O.M.G. AMAZING! If I could be in a milk ad, I’d think I’d died and gone to heaven.
I am a Reese’s peanut butter cup addict. This one I would say is a bit random, but it’s my all time favorite candy and I mean, really, who doesn’t love candy?!?! I have only met one other person in my life that eats their Reese’s like I do (Kris10!) which is…1) eat chocolate ring from around the edges, 2)carefully eat the thin chocolate layer from the top, 3) carefully eat the slightly thicker chocolate layer from the bottom, 4) inhale the peanut butter filling..and of course wash it all down with milk. You probably just realized I am Type A, slightly obsessive-compulsive, and superstitious.
I am a dog lover. I like (other people’s) cats. I love dogs. Growing up, we always had three dogs at a time. I have so many amazing memories with our dogs. There was St. Patrick, Flicka, Squiggy, Peanut, Christmas, Buddy, Brandy, Baxter, Riley, Guinness. They taught me at a young age what it meant to love unconditionally, to care for something, to lose something so close to you, and how important it is to make the most of every moment. Stanley, a Polish Lowland Sheepdog, was our first baby. He will be 8 years old this fall and is absolutely one of us.
I am a Registered Nurse. I spent 13 years working at an investment company and within a month of starting, I was looking into going back to school for nursing. I should have known when I tried to use my veins on “”V” day” for show and tell in 2nd grade. Going back to school while working and having babies was one of the toughest things I’ve ever done and also one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Nothing worth having in life is handed to you. It helped me realize that life is too short to sit still. Change is good. Stop thinking about “it”. Get after “it”, whatever “it” may be. I’ve been working as a nurse for just over two years now and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
If you’re still reading this, you’re probably wondering how the heck this blog is running related?!?! Well, here we go…
I am a runner. I run to stay sane. I run to have “me” time. I run to be a better Mom. I run to be a better wife. I run to be a better friend. I run to think about what I need to accomplish on any given day. I run for the thrill of it. I run to feel alive as my heart beats on overdrive. I run to push myself. I run to inspire others. I run to achieve goals. I run to feel happy. I run to mourn. I run to maintain my health. I run for those that can’t. I run to feel strong. I run to hear my children giggle and see them smile as I’m pushing them along, the wind in their hair. I run to feel my feet pounding the pavement and the freedom that comes with that. I run to remember ANYTHING is possible. I run to remember I CAN. I don’t claim perfection, only progress.
This blog is meant to share my stories with you, whoever you may be. I hope you’ll laugh, learn, and feel inspired to move. I hope you’ll set goals, small and large, and achieve them knowing that YOU did it! I am excited to have you join me on this journey as we run for our “sole”.