Sherpa Shenanigans

Coming off my most emotionally charged 100 miler in Utah (The Bear), I decided last minute with my coach to sign up for a 50 miler. The goal was to end my season on hopefully an emotional higher note. I had one goal for this race: unconditional self-compassion for myself and effort. I was a month (or so) out from the 100 miler and still so pissed at how I treated myself during the race. (And I know, how does it help to be pissed at yourself when you are working on self-love?!). Regardless, I wanted redemption and not in the usual sense. See, about 6 months before The Bear, I decided to take the next step in my career and started a sports in Social Work certificate to improve my knowledge base for working with athletes and improving their negative self-talk, imagery and mindfulness.     I have been doing homework assignments, reading books, journaling and working on improving my relationship with myself. Because, when you are a therapist or mental health coach, it is really impo

For all of you females out there (and maybe Males, what do I know!), do you remember the game of MASH?  (The game where you found out who you would marry,  how many kids you were going to have, what kind of car and what type of home you would be living in).   These games felt SO important and crucial to how my life might be in 20 years. Well, 10 year old little Danielle, you were SO wrong. Fast forward to 32 year old Danielle who is currently living in shack / mansion (shack in a mansion, shack in a warehouse?)  A long camping-trip? Hard to say, because it really depends on how you look at it. Anyways, no kids, no  home, blue car. There is dog hair on all my clothes, mud on all my shoes, who knows the last time I have actually worn real work clothes (don’t tell my work), done my hair and cooked in an actual kitchen. I gave up my GPS watch, I do all of my workouts based on feel. See, how SIMPLE my life is? MASH, you failed!! I don't live in a mansion or have 50 kids. I, however, h