Morning Love.

I love mornings.
I love waking as the sun rises, or even waking up earlier to actually see it happen.
I love the peacefulness of it and feeling the positive potential of the day ahead.
I love the sounds of coffee brewing.
Also, I really love breakfast.
And I love visiting home. A giant kitchen all to myself and peace and quiet.

Black coffee while reading my new book.

Breakfast: toast with almond butter, the most beautiful nectarine, two perfectly (to my standards) cooked eggs over a bed of sautéed kale and chard and half an avocado.

What’s your morning like? 🙂


BCB: Juliana

Good morning!
I am up bright and early because I have work, but then I’m driving home to have dinner with MY BEST FRIEND THAT I HAVENT SEEN IN TWO MONTHS!

You could say I’m pretty excited. 🙂

Anyway, welcome to yet another episode of Battle of the Cold Brews: Juliana edition.

Juliana edition? That’s right. I made this one myself!

[P.S. Please ignore my messy room… I’m in the slow process of packing it…]

I used 3 tbsp of my Allegro Italian roast coffee in my little French press. I covered it for about 8 hours and then I just pressed the grounds down as if I was making hot French press coffee! Boom. No cheese cloth or filter needed.

I let it refrigerate overnight so that I could taste it this morning.

First off, let me say that it’s interesting how different all the coffee I’ve had so far tastes in general. Solely, I guess, from whatever beans are being used.

Mine isn’t as smooth as the others I’ve tried so far, and it has a little bit of acidity. However, man oh man, mine is dark. 🙂
The coffee I used is so good when I make it hot and black because if how strong it is! That boldness translated well when I cold brewed it.

And you know what else? It was free.

So far, my search for the best cold brew has cost me anywhere from $2.25-$3.50 per cup. Dang son. I just wouldn’t want to spend that every morning!

A month of that could cover a race fee! 😉

Anyway, I am pleased with my cold brew! Now I just need to figure out how to make it in bigger batches!


BCB: Dominican Joe

The last thing I need right now is caffeine. Yet, here I am, sitting on the patio of Dominican Joe with an empty coffee cup and my new favorite book.

Oh man.

Welcome to another installment of Battle of the Cold Brews: Dominican Joe


I ordered a small iced toddy coffee and holy guacamole, you guys, it is good.

It’s not very bold like Buzzmill’s was, but goodness gracious this stuff is smooth.

I seriously took a sip and almost said aloud “dang!” Hahaha!

Not to mention, Dominican Joe is a pretty cool company and you should check it out.

I have a bit of a caffeine headache now and it’s making reading sort of difficult…

I’m reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed and it is amazing. I know I know it’s about to be a movie, but the book is incredible.

Not to mention, I’ve been wanting to hike the Appalachian Trail (especially after reading A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson) for a while and now I’m intrigued by the Pacific Crest Trail!

Strayed’s story is like watching a skin graft heal over a burn in sped up time.
It’s so brutal and painful, but the potential for recovery is so real and tangible. There’s pain and hope and confusion and clarity.

I love it and I’m just a little over halfway.

Okay, talk to you later!


Hey happy Friday! 🙂
The weekend is here! Well, maybe for you… Tomorrow I work from 8 to 4!

I’m here to chat about my recovery week…

Today is week 8 out of 20 of the training plan and it has been recovery week. Basically, this week has been full of lots of shorter and easier sessions.

It’s been great and rejuvenating to have a week of recovering but I’m a tad annoyed…

This week I have been hungrier and more exhausted than the last 7 weeks!! It’s like all my hunger, soreness, and tiredness has caught up with me!

Yesterday I took a 3 hour nap. Today I took a 1.5 hour nap. I’ve been sleeping a ton at night and pretty soundly, so I don’t know what’s up.

I’m thinking that it potentially may be a lack of iron. Getting iron from plants is harder than just eating a steak and since I’ve cut out meat and dairy, I think that’s probably why. Also, too much fiber prevents the body from absorbing iron.

Of course I have no idea if that’s why but I just want to know!

Help! Hahaha!
Today I have a 60 min ride but the thought of getting on my bike just wears me out.

It’ll happen though.


Battle of the Cold Brews

I’m on a mission.
To find the best cold brew coffee in Austin.

I’m going to do my best to document my thoughts on each one I try and compare them as I go!

However, let me make it clear that I’m only looking for cold brew.

Cooled coffee over ice is not the same. At all.

Oh, and don’t get me started on hot coffee poured directly over ice. It’s happened before and it breaks my heart everytime!

So without further adieu,

Yesterday I finally tried Jo’s (on SoCo) cold brew and it was niiiiice.

My thoughts: To be honest, it was a little too weak for me! I like my iced coffee black with absolutely no sweetener or cream and I like it strong. To anyone else, black coffee is already really strong, but when it comes to iced coffee I like it extra dark! Nonetheless, it was still delicious and so smooth and it’s on S. Congress so you can pick some up, take an iconic picture with the “i love you so much” graffiti and then wander around!

Now today, after an unintentional three hour nap, I headed to Buzzmill for the first time!

Yoooo, it was good. Majorly good. The vibe of the place was pretty cool, but I’m not sure I’d casually just sit there alone. Either way, I liked the coffee more than Jo’s actually! AND it’s open 24 hours and literally 5 seconds from my house, so I’ll keep that in mind when I’m up late studying next semester… 😉


Just Jubilant Ju

Here are some things making me oh so jubilant as of late…


{sweaty runs}


{long awaited purchases}


{longish runs}


{turtle selfies}


{cold brew coffee}


{silly niece pictures}


{easy, recovery rides}

{hot chocolate in July}

What’s been making you s jubilant this July?


130 or So.

I’ve had something on my mind that I’d like to share.

It’s about weight.

My thought process started when I realized that I could not remember the last time I weighed myself.

And it’s awesome.

But let’s backtrack.

June 2013. I weighed roughly 135-140 pounds.
October 2013. I weighed about 125.
December 2013. The day after I finished finals, I weighed 118. I remember being so excited about it, but then immediately being full of stress because holiday indulgences were knocking on my door.

My lifestyle change happened in the summer of 2013, but when I look back on it, I know it was anything but healthy.

I got motivated to start working out and eating cleaner, but I never really focused on loving my body.

On 4th of July last year, I was supposed to go to a diner with a friend, but it was closed. We ended up going to Sonic instead. I remember being so nervous and distraught because I couldn’t think of anything healthy on the menu. I ate a grilled chicken sandwich with no mayo. And cried that night.


At the time, I just figured I was eating clean and healthy. I didn’t want to get off track. I had unknowingly, mentally compiled a list of foods I could and could not eat. I journaled everything I ate and would look over it at night to check it let it dictate how I ate the next day.

I allowed this obsession to control the way I ate, exercised, socialized, and lived.

What breaks my heart is that I had no idea at the time. To me, I felt completely normal and “happy”.

I never indulged, yet when I accidentally did, it became a guilt fest in my head.

And that is so so so dumb.

Last time I actually can remember weighing myself was April 2014. I weighed 130 pounds. I was upset.

Which was stupid. Actually extra stupid. Sure, I weighed myself right after eating a ton of Mexican food. But you know what I did before eating a ton of Mexican food? I ran 18 freaking miles.

18 freaking miles on my own two legs in the AM. Guilt fest after stepping on the scale in the PM.


For real, though. And I know I’m not the only one that has ever felt like that.

But really? Weight? Pssh, gravitational pull is overrated anyway. 😉

I’m not the skinniest or leanest person around. I get that. I admit it. I love it.

I am in the best shape of my life and it’s only getting better. I’m the healthiest and strongest I’ve ever been, both physically and mentally. My strength increases daily.

I’ve learned that true health is learning to balance the good and the bad.

Sure, I cut out meat and dairy, but that’s only because it makes me feel better and I noticed improved training once I made the cuts.

However, I did not hold back from inhaling a scone and an almond milk cappuccino yesterday while I was doing some work.

Restriction is lame. Sometimes, I even disagree with the idea of moderation.

Work hard.
Live a lot.
Love everything.

I may never look like some of the girls I follow on Instagram. My stomach may never be completely flat. But I’ll tell you what, I’ve got one heck of a brain that will never be fooled again.

Embrace your strengths.
Smile at your weaknesses.

I love homemade spinach salads. So so much.
I also really love pastries. A lot. Like, a lot a lot.

Like I said, I don’t know how much I weigh now, but I don’t care.

Because dang son, I have a half Iron distance triathlon on November 2, 2014 and I am killing the training plan, fo sho.

This subject used to be fairly personal to me, but now I have no idea why.

I’ve got fat on my body.
I’ve got muscle, too.

And that’s great and all.

But not as important as my heart and brain and personality. And that’s what should always win out.



Guys, I’m passionate about a lot of things.

I’m passionate about running and eating real food and loving other people.
I’m passionate about seeing people realize their potential and choosing happiness.
I’m passionate about helping others and watching them soar.
Let’s be real, I’m passionate about peanut butter and bananas.
I’m passionate about smiling and laughing.
I’m passionate about exploring to know where you truly belong.
I’m passionate about conquering my dreams and completing an Ironman.

I really really care about a lot of things wholeheartedly.

Admittedly, sometimes it opens me up for heartache.
But sometimes, it opens my heart up for some really awesome things.

And people, I can feel that coming.

Stay tuned.



Popping In

Well hey, long time no see!

I haven’t really been in the blogging mood lately!
I’ve spent today so far being incredibly lazy. It’s a scheduled rest day and I’ve done nothing but eat breakfast. Bleh. I want to be productive!

Hopefully I’ll be back soon with more adventures to recount!



Four days of no service.
10 mile hike to summit a 10,783 ft mountain.
Free climbing.
No showers.
Desert rainstorms.
Ants ants ants.
Sore legs.
Deflated air mattress.
Messy bun every day.
Limited water supply.
Meeting really cool people.
New Mexico.
Cibola National Forest.

Rocking camping trip.