Coming home

You know you came from it and someday you’ll return to it. 

I’ve moved back into my mom’s house (for the third or fourth time since graduating college) for the next week or so until I make my way to North Carolina to start my new job. Ironically, I’m going to be staying with my dad for the summer in North Carolina until I can find a place of my own.

Fiesta and Mom this morning at the end of our 3-mile run.
Fiesta and Mom this morning at the end of our 3-mile run.

This morning my mom woke me up at 5 a.m. to run a 5k with her. Of course, it was still dark as we ran the streets and I was scared a few times when a leaf blew across the road behind me or I saw a shadow that looked like a person lurking in someone’s driveway. I couldn’t believe she runs in the dark by herself normally and asked her about it after. She told me, “You can’t let the fear take hold of you or else it will keep you inside.” She had to fight it at first and she said now she keeps her Mace handy and runs with just one ear bud in. What a trooper. Maybe that’s where I get it from?

Wise changes

I’m excited to announce I’ve accepted a job at the Asheville Citizen-Times, a Gannett company, as a digital producer/copy editor and will be relocating to North Carolina at the end of this semester.

Driving to campus this morning was a little unnerving since I put in my notice last week; I’ve never felt more uncertain knowing I’m about to leave the place where I’ve worked, learned and taught since 2012. At the same time, I’ve never felt more excited to take on a new workload, meet the staff of journalists I will be joining and return to the newsroom that I left three years ago. I’ve missed the workplace culture: the consistent hustle and bustle, being at the beck and call of breaking news at a daily newspaper and how a slow news day can become interesting at any time.

For these three weeks until I start, I have some time to slow down, reflect and understand what I’m here to do.


Feels like a Monday

Jenn Sheppard:

One of my journalism students inspires me with her diligence and forthright in keeping up her blog posts while in the midst of our last print deadline. Keep an eye on Kimberly. She’s going places!

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It’s Tuesday and it feels like Monday lol. I got off to a slow start this morning but I plan on picking up the pace. I am now working on my fourth and final story of the semester and it is coming along okay, I still have a lot of work to do so I am going to cut this blog post short and get to work.

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Chalk up

Last night I attended a free trial class at Twin Rivers CrossFit in Oviedo and though I’m not too sore yet, I know the second day is always the worst. It’s been a few years since I did any CrossFit after injuring my neck in an auto accident in 2012, but I was still nervous walking in to the Box, which was smaller than I expected but big enough to work. The entire workout cost me 30 minutes of my life, according to my Garmin, and I burned 225 calories an average heart rate of 138 BPM and a max of 185. The best part was no burpees!


Expecting favors

Excuse my absence: I’ve been trying to enlarge my vision lately because I’ll admit, I’ve had the this-could-never-happen-to-me thoughts, so I’m trying to get back to the can-do attitude that I had in childhood. I used to dream the wildest dreams, expecting the most impossible things to happen to me. I can’t remember the last wildest dream that came true, but they did happen: I landed my dream job; met my most favorite celebrity; was accepted into Syracuse for graduate school, etc.

In the past week, I’ve planted a seed of opportunity that I hope will take root. Anything can happen, right? Sometimes, changing my environment helps.


Spoke too soon

This weekend’s race was one of the weirdest for me as my bike decided to lose compression right at the finish of the first 10.5-mile lap. I had the lead from the start and was just passed for second after the 5 or 6 mile marker but I still had her in sight when we came through the chicane. Then the ol’ girl bogged and shut off as I read my position from the transponder. All I saw was “1YA,” and my face fell.

When your bike breaks and ends your fun-face
When your bike breaks and ends your fun-face
One of my best starts overall - about fourth or fifth off the line of at least 20
One of my best starts overall – about fourth or fifth off the line of at least 20


How Setting an Earlier Alarm Could Change Your Life

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Jenn Sheppard:

After waking up at 5 a.m. today, mostly because I wanted to get in a morning massage before work, I can relate:

“You may be an entrepreneur and feel entitled to sleep in. And I’m sure you have that right.”

If only I could set my alarm clock at 5 a.m. every morning; I would be able to get a lot more done before 8 a.m. when I usually wake up. What’s stopping me? Maybe I should make waking up early a new thing. I am more motivated in the morning; night time makes me sleepy. The hardest part will be waking up when it’s still dark outside but, then again, that’s what electricity is for.

According to the article, setting an early alarm clock “will set you free to take your business, your mind and your life to places you never dreamed, faster than you ever thought possible.”
That’s where I’m headed.

Originally posted on TIME:

I wake up when I hear a dog barking and the sun shining too bright into my bedroom windows.

I’m so angry at this dog. Why won’t someone shut this dog up?

Oh, it’s my dog.

Ugh, I feel so tired still. I’m going back to sleep.

Twenty minutes later …

Would someone please shut that dog up?

Where’s my phone? I need to check my Facebook. Oh look, there’s what mom is having for breakfast. Looks good. Here’s a news story I care nothing about. I’ll read it.

I’m so tired.

Twenty minutes later …

I’m so tired. I probably should get up. But I wonder what is new on Twitter? I’ll just check.

Ugh, I’m so tired. I’ll drag myself out of bed now.

Related: 5 Things You’re Doing Wrong Every Morning

Twenty minutes later …

Alright, I’m up. But not really awake.

The myth of the morning…

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Weekend warriors

Back in the moto van this weekend and this time I have my own race to look forward to: an hour-and-a-half long Hare Scrambles outside of Dade City.

20-minute electro therapy
20-minute electro therapy

I’m plugging into my e-stim machine writing this post after enhaling half of a Reuben sandwich from Publix, which I’m excited to burn off in tomorrow’s race. I think I finished second here last year…It’s nearing the end of our racing season since it’ll be too hot this summer to safely compete as temperatures are expected to be in the mid-80s for this first day of spring. I’ve grown to crave going to the Hare Scrambles more than Enduros, which is surprising since I used to prefer the Enduros. But now that there’s more competition in the Women A class at the Hares, it’s a lot more fun off the start mixing it up with those girls and battling back and forth for positions throughout the race. In Enduros, we’re always spread out so we never know how anyone’s doing and it takes a toll after a while; it’s almost a trail ride and you have to constantly psyche yourself up to stay aggresive alone on a trail for miles. Or maybe that’s just me.

The colloquial term “weekend warrior” is used to describe people who compress their activities into long durations on 1 or 2 days/week. Specifically, the term refers to adults who engage in irregular patterns of moderate to vigorous physical activity for more than 150 minutes/week on those 1 or 2 days. 3 Weekend warriors are more often men than women, with an average age of 45 to 64.” – article

Taking time

Like the pilot says, “sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight.”

When you’re on one of those Disneyland boats, it takes you where Disney wants you to go. That’s why you got on. And so you are lulled, a spectator, merely a tourist.

So different, isn’t it, from driving yourself, choosing your own route and owning what comes of it?

How long have you been along for the ride? When is your turn to actually drive? – Seth’s Blog

This time last week I was checking out of a pretty nice hotel in Daytona Beach that I purchased off Priceline at the last minute Thursday from inside the pro pits at the flat track race. That’s after a week of camping out in the motovan at Bike Week. This hotel that we spent less than 12 hours in apparently “smelled like smoke” when I left because I was charged $250.00 when I don’t even smoke. Maybe my room smelled like smoke from all the guests smoking marijuana cigars in the parking lot when we arrived around midnight to check in and I found the front desk lady polishing off one of those margarita’s in a can, but when I called to complain, the hotel told me to contest the charge with my bank. So, that’s happening. I’m looking at you, Extended Stay.

This year’s Bike Week, come to find out, would also be known as “Amateur Week,” because a lot more amateurs than professionals prowled the streets of Daytona Beach it seemed. I snapped about 4,000 photos on my Nikon, a few dozen on my phone, which is some sort of record all while managing two Facebook pages, FTR magazine’s page, three Twitter accounts, multiple Instagrams and working on my farmer’s tan. I took a week off from the gym and regretted it this week but I had a paid week off from work during Bike Week and how often does that happen?

The first event I covered was Friday’s Endurocross – photos – at the Ocean Center in Daytona Beach. Then, Saturday was Supercross and we spent Sunday getting the bike’s ready for the week before catching the DAYTONA Flat Track Amateur Championship at the Speedway on March 8 – click for photos. Monday and Tuesday we spent at Volusia County Speedway (photos) in Barberville for Round 2 of the AMA Vintage Dirt Track National Championship Series on the Half Mile and Round 2 the next day at the Short Track next door. Then Wednesday we were back at the Speedway for the AMA meetings and outside turns three and four on Thursday and Friday for the AMA Pro Flat Track Daytona Rounds I and II – click for photos. Note: I was supposed to race the Alligator Enduro (photos, here) on Thursday morning but that didn’t work out when we pulled up in the van with my helmet still in the trailer at the speedway. Of course, no one carried a spare helmet, at least none of my friends, so I took it as a sign and was happy I didn’t pre-enter.

Fresh start

Monday’s should be optional, at least when there’s a mud race on Sunday. I entered yesterday’s race despite my better judgment as it rained all night Saturday on an already saturated course in Gainesville. Sunday morning came with more misty fog leaving conditions on the motocross and supercross track a greasy, sloppy mess. It’s one thing if you race motocross and it rains: the course workers get their tractors out and they groom the course, pushing off the mud and the muck, but not at an offroad race. No, they threw us out there without a care and I only lasted about 12 miles before I pulled off and called it a day. Racing, to me, is about having fun, but it’s no fun swimming your bike through puddles for miles on a track where you really don’t even belong. I broke more bones riding motocross in the brief 2 years that I tried it in high school than I have in all of my years competing off road (about 20 years,) and that’s why I don’t race motocross (or supercross) and was upset when the offroad course combined the two. Lesson learned: no more Gatorback for me.

The Women A class (yellow backgrounds) shares row 6 start with Super Senior B (white plates) although we are faster...
The Women A class (yellow backgrounds) shares row 6 start with Super Senior B (white plates) although we are faster…