Goal Crushing.

Can I tell you guys something? Spoiler, you don't really have a choice. 

I mean you do but... you get where I'm going with this.

2017 feels to me, like my goddamn year. I don't know what it is, but I've got this feeling.

That I know where I want to be and I know the steps I need to take to get there.

I love to workout. Running has come back into my life with this fiery passion and I'm so into it. SoulCycle is a staple. I even do (light) weights now. 

The last few months I've worked my ass off - running, weights, form on the bike, on cross-training, on endurance, on nutrition, to be the strongest athlete I can be.

Recently, while my dear friend geared up for a quad (that's 4 classes in a single day peeps), I got the opportunity to ride her podium.

By myself.

To me that was everything. The biggest honor. 

Not familiar? Riding the podium mean's riding the instructor's bike. Being up in front of the entire class - completely exposed and completely accountable to being on your game, and giving it absolutely everything you have. 

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I reveled in it. It was one of the best 45 minute periods OF MY LIFE.

No bullshit.

It felt like 3 years of classes, of community, of building relationships, of making SoulCycle my haven, had come to a tipping point and I was given this experience. 

And I made the most of every, single second.

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It was scary. It was thrilling. It was unknown. It was exciting. It was inspiring. 

I have a tradition of housing Pressed Freeze after 105 minutes of SoulCycle. 

That was the start of my 2017 year of #goalcrushing. I got into the Brooklyn 1/2 Marathon last week and I'm excited to kick off a new kind of training plan that works for me to run my best in New York later this spring - full of weights/strength training, SoulCycle and a few runs per week. (Ugh, fine and yoga. FINE.) I've got more goals to work towards later this year as the opportunities present themselves.

I've left extremes and excuses behind.

I'm ready.

I'm focused. 

So 2017, let's get on with it.

5 Ways to Win Dry January

Dry January is the new juice cleanse. It's the better juice cleanse because you get to eat, you aren't miserable, and it's not like $189 for 3 days of liquid.

You know the drill.

After all the holiday revelry and celebrating and boozing, you commit to a "dry" January. 

As in no booze. Of any kind.

(Sometimes I moonlight as a bartender for charity - I make a mean Moscow Mule.)

The thought is that January is usually pretty dead - the SuperBowl isn't until February, and with all the $$ spent in December and all of the parties, you back off for a few weeks to recoup the funds and let yourself detox/recover from the holiday season.

Your biggest concern when committing to Dry January? 

"But like, will I become a hermit? Can I go out? WHAT DO I DO?"

Fear not my friends, I got you covered. Mostly because I just did a dry month. (I KNOW.)

5 Ways to Win Dry January

  • Stock up on the essentials. Kombucha, La Croix (Coconut or Grapefruit gets my vote), Pellegrino, the works. Rather than making mocktails which can be loaded with sugar, stick to sparkling water or 'booch. I like it out of a wine glass. Sets the mood.
  • Fake it. Order a sparkling water with lime in a low-ball glass to avoid the "WHY AREN'T YOU DRINKING?" inquisitions you'll inevitably get. Trust, it's easier for everyone that way.
  • Either announce it and commit to it - or shut up about it. If your friends/people around you/coworkers aren't into Dry January, they don't want to hear about it every single, solitary second. So avoid letting everyone know HOW WELL YOU'RE SLEEPING. Or HOW GREAT YOUR JEANS FIT. Much like if you've just decided to go Vegan. Or try Crossfit. Announce it, commit to it, and then drop it.
  • Sign up for all the early (or mid) morning workout classes on the weekends. Post about how amazing you feel on social media afterwards. 
  • Set a goal. You'll have a lot of extra awake time from sleeping so soundly all month - why not set a goal at the end of January for a 5K/10K/half marathon? 

Honestly, it's over before you know it and you're ready to take on the year with a clear head, less bloat/pouf to your bod, and a month of solid sleep under your belt.

Or cheers your success with a cold brewski.

Your call.