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Celebrating the Craziness that is College Football

My birthday was on a Thursday this year. And folks all over the country were celebrating. Not because I turned 49, but because it was the first day of college football season. I’m not exaggerating. I promise, as I scrolled through my Facebook news feed, the number of birthday wishes I received were equaled to or surpassed by the number of people who were marking the beginning of the holy season in the Southeast. There were numerous small businesses shutting down mid-afternoon and bringing in bar-b-que to mark the day they’d been waiting months for. People were leaving work early, or hopping on planes as they began their pilgrimages to the game. Honestly, down here in the South, the beginning of college football season is bigger than Christmas. And I’m not talking about a small number of rogue fans. I can count on my two hands the number of people…

What Having an Entrepreneurial Spirit Really Means

I’m coming up on my one-year anniversary of being an entrepreneur. I’m in the digital marketing business, which is a tough industry comprised of websites and social media, marked by constant change. The rules for visibility in search engines like Google are constantly evolving. I’ve had to come to grips with the fact that there is always going to be someone who knows more than I do or has more experience. But I don’t let that discourage me because I’m doing what I love. Through content marketing I get to play with words, connecting people with messages and ideas that are new. I’m driven and motivated to work hard every day, without anyone telling me what to do (i.e., a real boss!). You might call that discipline. I’m satisfied in my work because I’m passionate about what I do, and that means more to me than a hefty paycheck. And…

Training to be Southern

I’m a runner and we live in a small, closely knit suburb of Birmingham. So when I run, I almost always see people I know. Later, when I see them out in the community, they’d invariably ask me if I’m training for something. Previously I’ve responded, “no, I’m just running to be healthy.” But I’ve changed my mind. I’m training to be a Southerner. I’m not from Alabama. I was born in California, raised in Tennessee and California, and lived in Chicago and Virginia before landing in Birmingham. And while I’ve lived in Birmingham for nearly 25 years, I still cannot understand how Southerners deal with the heat. It’s unreal. How they can mow the lawn in blue jeans in 100-degree weather. How they can gather ’round a grill and cook meat in the burning heat of an August day. How they can sit at the baseball field for hours…

Running from Anxiety

“Why do you run? Do you actually enjoy it?” These are common questions from well meaning friends and family as I’m training for distance races, putting in hours of hard work each week. Why put up with the blisters, the sore muscles, chafing and early mornings? I do love running now, but it wasn’t always that way. Back in gym class I couldn’t even make it a mile around the track before the burning lungs and side stitches forced me to slow to a walk. It all changed when I started racing. I wasn’t running to win the race you can see with your eyes, but the race happening in my mind. I’m running to beat the little pitter-patter of feet that are behind me. Always chasing me. Closing in when I get tired. I’m running to outrun the freight train of thoughts behind me; that threaten to overtake me.…

Growling Bears and Slithering Snakes

Bear is his middle name for a reason. And no, not as in teddy, Bryant or Fuzzy Wuzzy. A grizzly bear complete with claws, big teeth and an intimidating growl to match. Of course, the wagging tail, pretty eyes and occasional bowtie collar might throw you but don’t be fooled. When this chocolate lab’s masters, aka Nana, Paw Paw and Momma, are threatened, that’s when the growl emerges. His wild, protective instincts take over and he never holds back. Summers in the South bring about a lot of things like high temperatures, lightning bugs and the most terrifying foe – snakes. Normally, tried and true Southerners would put out the “Snake Away” from the local hardware store and watch where they stepped. My family and I were no different, but nothing really ever prepared us for what happened in mid-July. Reagan, aka the “Bear,” loved to be outside and, not…

Take a Hike

I’m not a gym person. If you want to make me very sad, then put me on a treadmill where I’m expected to stare straight ahead while completely ignoring the person hoofing it out on their machine 18 inches away. Don’t get me wrong, living in the flat Midwest for fourteen winters I had to log plenty of time on a treadmill because it was my best hope of getting incline practice during trainings for two treks of the Grand Canyon and to prepare for the Roller Coaster stretch of the Appalachian Trail. But do I prefer it? Absolutely not. The reason I was drawn to hiking was my desire to get outside more. I’ve heard statistics that adults in North America spend 90% of their time indoors. We seem to have voluntarily turned ourselves into caged mice. Once I started trying to figure out what I could do to…