I Say There's a Reason Things Happen

Anonymous asked: Okay I totally get that. But why "insanely wealthy"? I don't get that part.

My family are all my brothers and sisters in Christ. That’s a lot of people. Maybe infinitely wealthy would be a better descriptor.

Anonymous asked: How does being wealthy tie in with being a Christian? Just curious because I thought there was something about living a simple life.

Great question! See 1 Timothy 5:8

"Anyone who does not provide for their relatives, and especially for their own household, has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever."

Wealth is a means to provision. Does that make sense?

Think BIG Thursday

I cannot wait to be insanely wealthy. You can call me materialistic, but who’s more so. Someone who needs to think about money all the time or someone who doesn’t?

How to be Alone

So I’m back down to 225 (I HATE saying back down… **shudders**). No, it’s not that bad. Just stupid. I’ve been amping up the frequency so I’m running pretty much every day. However, I haven’t had sustained energy to get me through the finish… I always end like a tenth of a mile short. It seems insignificant but really?! a tenth of a mile? I should suck it up. I took yesterday off (due to my scheduling slip up, not because I wanted to) and went back out today and went for 50mins! So for reference, stopping short would be about 25-30 mins. I wanted to stop at 35-40 mins but added a loop on by forcing myself. Then I came home and ate mac and cheese. Then two pieces of bread and ceasar dressing. Then veggie lasagna. Next a piece of cake…? Haha to be fair, I’ve been hungry each time and not bored. Because since then I’ve been insanely productive working at my business. Then booking flights for my cousins trip. Stressful!

So he hates my opinion about something… he’s gay. and up until recently we were fine, then I posted an article about how if a business owner didn’t want to participate in something that was against their religion they wouldn’t have to (read: providing a wedding cake for a gay couple). And he became mad at me. So… I don’t really care and know it won’t matter because family will be there and stuff… but anyway. THEN I posted an article on thought process as to why living together before marriage is bad and a “friend” (she actually got me into vibrams, which I have to thank her for, and pushed me to run my first 5k (but promised to run with me then ditched me…self fulfilling prophecy?)) commented making a bunch of excuses as to why her and her fiance are living together even though they’re Catholic and even tried to point to Pope Francis (hah) and I pointed to the Catechism. Anyway… she unfriended me and we were tentatively meeting up while I was down there too. oh well.

I have my business friends who will have my back no matter what. How unbelievable is that? It’s amazing what pursuing a dream can do for relationships. 

Now I’m allowing myself some tumblr time before getting into some training that I’m SUPER PUMPED about. Seriously, who gets this pumped over business training at normal jobs? Not this girl.

And cake. mmm yes cake. 

yesterday I was craving chocolate after lunch (pretty typical but some days worse than others. Also have aunt flow soo…) so I tried to do the whole “it’ll go away if you ignore it” thing. So I did! But then I was still sorta craving it a while later (truthfully not as badly). My coworker came back with pretzel M&Ms and thusly I was fulfilled. I tried, at least! It doesn’t work for me. Guarantee I’ll still want cake in 5 mins…

I asked my mom if she wants to walk to Natick mother’s day 5k so I think we are! It’ll take a while but… whatever. I’ll itch to run but… it’s mother’s day so I probably shouldn’t.

“We need women who are so strong they can be gentle, so educated they can be humble, so fierce they can be compassionate, so passionate they can be rational, and so disciplined they can be free.”
Kavita Ramdas (via floranymph)

(Source: redheadnonsense, via runyour-future)

runyour-future:

jezfitness:

Strongest Dad in the World by Rick Reilly  Eighty-five times he’s pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he’s not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars – all in the same day. Dick’s also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right? And what has Rick done for his father? Not much – except save his life. This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs. “He’ll be a vegetable the rest of his life,” Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. “Put him in an institution.” But the Hoyts weren’t buying it. They noticed the way Rick’s eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. “No way,” Dick says he was told. “There’s nothing going on in his brain.” “Tell him a joke,” Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? “Go Bruins!” And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, “Dad, I want to do that.” Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described “porker” who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. “Then it was me who was handicapped,” Dick says. “I was sore for two weeks.” That day changed Rick’s life. “Dad,” he typed, “when we were running, it felt like I wasn’t disabled anymore!” And that sentence changed Dick’s life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon. “No way,” Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren’t quite a single runner, and they weren’t quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway. Then they found a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year. Then somebody said, “Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?” How’s a guy who never learned to swim and hadn’t ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick tried. Now they’ve done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don’t you think? Hey, Dick, why not see how you’d do on your own? “No way,” he says. Dick does it purely for “the awesome feeling” he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together. This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992 – only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don’t keep track of these things, happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time. “No question about it,” Rick types. “My dad is the Father of the Century.” And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. “If you hadn’t been in such great shape,” one doctor told him, “you probably would’ve died 15 years ago.” So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other’s life. Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father’s Day. That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy. “The thing I’d most like,” Rick types, “is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.” There comes a time in life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget the bad, and focus on the good. So, love the people who treat you right. Think good thoughts for the ones who don’t. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is part of LIFE…Getting back up is LIVING…Have a great life.


These two are such an inspiration, proud to be Bostonian.

They are from the town next to me at home, I’ve met them. Pretty awesome people

runyour-future:

jezfitness:

Strongest Dad in the World by Rick Reilly

Eighty-five times he’s pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he’s not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars – all in the same day.

Dick’s also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?

And what has Rick done for his father? Not much – except save his life.

This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.

“He’ll be a vegetable the rest of his life,” Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. “Put him in an institution.”

But the Hoyts weren’t buying it. They noticed the way Rick’s eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. “No way,” Dick says he was told. “There’s nothing going on in his brain.”

“Tell him a joke,” Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain.

Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? “Go Bruins!” And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, “Dad, I want to do that.”

Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described “porker” who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. “Then it was me who was handicapped,” Dick says. “I was sore for two weeks.”

That day changed Rick’s life. “Dad,” he typed, “when we were running, it felt like I wasn’t disabled anymore!”

And that sentence changed Dick’s life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.

“No way,” Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren’t quite a single runner, and they weren’t quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway. Then they found a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year.

Then somebody said, “Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?”

How’s a guy who never learned to swim and hadn’t ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick tried.

Now they’ve done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don’t you think?

Hey, Dick, why not see how you’d do on your own? “No way,” he says. Dick does it purely for “the awesome feeling” he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992 – only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don’t keep track of these things, happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time.

“No question about it,” Rick types. “My dad is the Father of the Century.”

And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. “If you hadn’t been in such great shape,” one doctor told him, “you probably would’ve died 15 years ago.”

So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other’s life.

Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father’s Day.

That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy. “The thing I’d most like,” Rick types, “is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.”

There comes a time in life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget the bad, and focus on the good. So, love the people who treat you right. Think good thoughts for the ones who don’t. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is part of LIFE…Getting back up is LIVING…Have a great life.

These two are such an inspiration, proud to be Bostonian.

They are from the town next to me at home, I’ve met them. Pretty awesome people

runyour-future:

findawaytorun:

emsfitjourney:

fight-0ff-yourdem0ns:

blondebarbells:

Actually dying of how freaking adorable this is.

That is so well thought out. But I didn’t notice what it said til I scrolled by this picture 4 times.

oh my this is so ridiculously cute, dying

OMG BOSTON


Aw yeah. But if you’re in Boston you should be using your hometown peeps RunKeeper =P

THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT. LIKE. TELL MY FUTURE HUSBAND. NOW.

runyour-future:

findawaytorun:

emsfitjourney:

fight-0ff-yourdem0ns:

blondebarbells:

Actually dying of how freaking adorable this is.

That is so well thought out.
But I didn’t notice what it said til I scrolled by this picture 4 times.

oh my this is so ridiculously cute, dying

OMG BOSTON

Aw yeah. But if you’re in Boston you should be using your hometown peeps RunKeeper =P

THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT. LIKE. TELL MY FUTURE HUSBAND. NOW.

(Source: steveinaspeedo)

rootedinfaith asked: Ooooh, you're in Natick. :/ Welp. I'm not lol. I don't think they have a Facebook page, but they've been around for around 6-7 months. It's pretty fresh lol.

Haha I am. It’s pretty easy to get to the city I’m often just not motivated. Oh cool, good for them! That’s exciting there’s even more to choose from.

Did you know that BMI was devised between 1830 and 1850? Don’t we think it’s time to update that?