Once upon a time I was a badass…and then one day I wasn’t anymore.
There is a lot of discussion and some dissension in the medical world about Lyme Disease. There are different perspectives on what symptoms it can or can’t cause or how long they can or can’t continue after treatment. I am not any kind of expert so I can’t say that I know what the deal actually is. What I do know is that I used to put in 6-10 workouts/week, I used to flip 400 lb tires, and I used to run sprints on treadmills while they were off, pushing the belt til it complained. I used to love exercise so much, I married it…and by that I mean I became a Certified Personal Trainer. I took so much pride in being the short, squishy girl who didn’t look like much but could out-burpee the best of them.


What a difference a year makes. I would not have dreamed of waking up at
But for me the answer is the people. There is a camaraderie in this group I have never experienced before. We show up to the workouts because we want to be there. The trading high fives on hills, sweaty hugs, words of encouragement, post-workout coffee, this is November Project in my eyes. The reason I put on running tights, shorts, windbreakers, shirt, long sleeve T, sweatshirt, hat, a set mittens, a set of gloves, and a buff an hour before dawn in -15F to freeze then sweat my ass off on a hill is that I get to see the people I have been lucky enough to know and become friends with. From the bounce to the final second of the last plank I’m having a blast with a group of people who are accepting, affable, and awesome.

