Netflix: The Future of Television

I mentioned previously that I am required to write a weekly blog post for my Masters of Science in Educational Technology. I have gotten behind on posting them on this blog, but I have kept up with the class. Enjoy the read and please correct me if I am wrong, that is how I learn best! Thank you for reading.

Netflix: The Future of Television

Netflix and other streaming services of a similar nature are continuing to rise in popularity. Streaming services such as Netflix and Amazon Prime Video entered the entertainment market a number of years ago. These streaming services initially were created as a medium for subscribers to watch entire seasons of television shows and movies on their own schedule from the comfort of their own home.

Netflix has two plan options for it’s viewers. You can pay $9.99 a month for access to unlimited entertainment and view on multiple devices at a time or $7.99 a month and have netflix in standard definition (as opposed to high definition) and can view it on just one device at a time. For Amazon Prime subscribers they can either pay $99 a year for the Prime full subscription or pay $8.99 a month to get the only streaming service. Compared to the cost of cable for many, this is an affordable alternative.

Netflix entered the market in the late 90s, revolutionized the movie rental industry, and offered subscribers the luxury of DVD’s mailed right to their homes.Viewers who subscribed to these services got the convenience of what seemed like countless shows and movies at their fingertips. Even more attractive to subscribers of these services was an advertisement-free viewing experience.

As time progressed, these streaming services were hosting an enormous selection of movies and shows in addition to producing their own. At first the releasing of these “original” movies and series was slow, but as they gained attention and followers, more and more of these series and movies have been released. While the idea of streaming services was revolutionary, it was not necessary a “new” idea.

Similar services were available for streaming music and reading books before Netflix shifted from mail order DVD’s only to the online service that Netflix is most recognized for now. Now that Netflix and it’s most popular competitor, Amazon Prime Video have begun releasing original content, the cable networks have been challenged.

In addition to producing their own content, Netflix announced recently that it’s subscribers are able to download movies and television shows to their android or iOS devices. This is similar to the service many online music providers offer. You can have a device full of music downloaded, but none of it is technology yours to keep.

With Netflix, you can download these movies and shows when you have a wifi connection so that later when you are offline you will have the ability to watch them. All of these luxuries have me wondering if Netflix and other similar services are the future of in-home entertainment. It is ad-free entertainment at your finger tips and in the comfort of your own home. What more could you possibly want? I have a feeling that in the not-so-far off future we will see cable television in the traditional sense diminish as these streaming services take it’s place.

To view infographics corresponding to this topic see below:

Online Platforms vs. Cable

Netflix Going Global


Educational Technology: Helping Students Decide Whether News is Credible

I am required to write up a weekly blog for one of the courses in my Masters program and thus I figured might as well also share it here. It has been a while since I’ve posted, but I’ve graduated undergrad, yippe!

I cannot give a great recap of everything that has happened, but I moved home, visited Spain for my first time, worked at camp in Colorado for the 4th summer in a row, began student teaching, picked running back up, got a fitbit, and lived a whole lot!

I am presently in Spain for my second time visiting my future in-laws. Through the luxury of the internet, I am simultaneously participating in 12 credit hours of graduate courses while intermittently traveling around Spain with my fiance.

And now, the reason while I am writing today, my weekly blog post:

I was in pursuit of information on the value of Webquests in the classroom, but simply could not find an article that fit the bill for my blog post this week. Hopefully, through some research, I will discover the findings in which I am hoping for. This week, by mere accident I stumbled on an article that actually made me very excited.

In light of our world of social media, we have been provided avenues to discover a wealth of information, especially information that is “trending.” While social media and the Internet have provided people this constant stream of information both nationally and internationally, this information is not always reliable. According to Nicole Gorman, Senior Education World Contributor (2016), educational technology company, Newsela has announced its commitment to helping schools produce “media literate students.”

A new mission, of an educational technology company, that I was already fond of for it’s digital leveled reading resources, is now on a mission to assist students in deciphering between news that is fake and news that is real. This source provides students and teachers with primary sources that are presented in five different reading levels.

Following the election season, fake news became a hot topic. Social media enables this fake news to live and thrive. Each share of these fake articles perpetuates the cycle of misinformation. Gorman (2016) suggests that “Fake news became so widely circulated, in fact, that it’s estimated fake news stories out-circulated real news in the final months of the election.”

This coupled with recent research from Standford University (2016), which suggests that “many students are unaware of basic conventions for indicating verified digital information.” As an educator this is alarming. There were 8,000 students from the United States interviewed, most of whom have been raised in this digital world, and yet many of them are unable to verify if a source is credible or not. Not only is this an important life skill, but in the classroom, an important research skill.

In order to address this in Newsela’s commitment to end misinformation, the company has partnered with the American Press Institute.  They have developed six questions in which young readers must always ask themselves when they come across news.

These questions and more have been culminated into a Media Literacy Toolkit to help teachers foster discussions about this matter in their classroom. This helps teachers encourage their students to seek the truth just as much as journalists must do so. They begin to work with concepts like distinguishing fact and opinion.

Ideally, this partnership could give students the skills to address fake news as well as become increasingly more active in their reading. I see this benefiting students in more ways than one. They become more informed in the classroom as well as in their personal life. In addition, they gain skills in reading primary sources. In my experience, this is an area where students of all levels tend to struggle.

This news excites me and I cannot wait to integrate it into my own classroom!

To view articles referenced in this blog post, please follow the hyperlinks in the content of the post.

Is fake news a problem in your classroom, what about your personal life? Post about your experiences in the comments.

Dear Camp Counselors


A letter  to the camp counselors of the past, the present, and the future.

While this letter may be specific to the camp I’ve had the pleasure of working four summers at,  I am sure much of what I write applies to most other camp counselor jobs out there. And heck, maybe this may even inspire you to work a summer at the same camp I’ve spent many summers at. I get a little emotional at the end of each summer and this is a bi-product of those emotions. So here goes nothing.


Dear Camp Counselor,

You are embarking on the journey of a lifetime. Many counselors have come before you. You have some big shoes to fill, but fear not, you are on your well on your way to a summer to remember. Everything you need to not only be successful, but happy in this job you already have within you. While it is always best to live and learn, I have some advice to share.

  1. This is not always an easy job, but boy is it worth it. This job has to be simultaneously one of the most challenging and easier jobs all at once. It is truly a test of our skills. It tests our ability to communicate, be responsible, mediate problems, and have fun.
  2. You will get stressed out, but don’t let the stress allow you to lose sight of the greatness at Blue Mountain Ranch (or any other youth camp). From morning hellos with Suzie (camp owner/director) and Patti (camp cook), to getting my just brushed hair messed up by Tim (director), this place is amazing. It is incredible how much you can learn from a 9 year old or even fiery, sassy 4 year old. You just have to allow yourself to come out of your shell open up to new ideas.
  3. You will make friendships that will last the test of time. I know you have heard this before but it’s an undeniable fact of this establishment. In a short window of time you will connect deeper with these people than you ever have before outside of this camp.
  4. There will be conflicts, but that’s human nature, just choose to rise above. Remember that you are part of a chain here. All links to this chain need to be strong. If one of these chain links weakens or falls apart you are no longer a part of an effective chain. When you have yourself a broke chain you have yourself a problem. You don’t want that kind of division as a staff.
  5. You will ugly cry at some point. You won’t know when, where, or sometimes even why but it will happen. It may happen expectantly, it may happen more than once. And if and when it does, you will have a whole staff waiting with open arms to support you.
  6. You will develop a lustful relationship with coffee, tea, and all things caffeine. Just go with it. You will have plenty of time to come off your caffeine problem when you return to the real world.
  7. You will find yourself busting ridiculous moves at a camp dance and think you look like an idiot and to look back and discover you’ve attracted a gaggle of idiots busting those very same ridiculous moves at you. It’s your time to shine, have fun with it, even if you think you can’t dance.
  8. Be patient. Seriously. Patience is considered a virtue for a reason. I say this because it is easy to lose sight of patience in the heat of the moment. But if you just pause, think, and reflect it will pay off.
  9. You will be foolish and think that you do not need to apply or reapply that sunscreen. You’re wrong. The truth is you needed to and will now regret it thinking otherwise. For the next few days, as you peer into the mirror you will see your reddened reflection looking back. And days later you will find yourself peeling chunks of skin from your shoulders.
  10. Be fearless. Take a risk. Take a chance. Try a new food. Instruct a new activity. Take a day off with the counselor you hardly know. Initiate a conversation with a camper you not yet have spoken to. You will be surprised by what you may learn both about yourself and others.
  11. Trust in your coworkers and the CITS (counselors in training). They are there for a reason. Sometimes it’s best to hand the torch over. It can open your horizons to fresh ideas. Delegating the leadership amongst your coworkers is the surest way to a strong team and an all-around positive experience.
  12. Remember to be a kid. Whether you are 7 or 27 it’s important to step back, be immature, and let out your uninhibited inner child.
  13. Blue Mountain Ranch will become a home to you. You will find yourself counting down the days until you can return to this place. You will find yourself doing everything in your power to make returning to Blue Mountain Ranch (or any children’s camp) a reality year after year.
  14. You may feel exhausted at times but Blue Mountain Ranch will weave its way into your stressed and exhausted heart and from then on it will always hold a special place.
  15. You will adapt an interesting fashion sense consisting of ridiculous fashion choices and questionable dirty clothes while here. This fashion sense is one in which is only appropriate under the confines of camp life.
  16. You will find yourself seated around the food box on a regular basis shoving your face with junk, even though you just waddled away from dinner stuffed to the brim.
  17. Above all else, above the Walmart trips, the showers where the water stops while you’ve got a head full of shampoo, the rained out meadow trips, and the times you’ve been fully clothes and thrown into the pool you will fall in love with this job. It will become your passion and all you talk about. Nothing compares to the fulfillment you will receive by holding a summer job as a camp counselor at Blue Mountain Ranch.

Don’t for a second take a moment of this life for granted. Each summer here is a gift and each summer it will become more and more difficult to make your way here. I promise that. Live it up, love every minute, and laugh as much as possible.

Much love,

A counselor of the past, present, and the future.

Motivated by love

It seems so simple right? You hit the gym day after day and maybe you’ve seen some great results. You love that you’re finally getting healthy, something you have wanted for so long. This is when you need to step back and ask yourself, do you love yourself?

For countless men and women, this is actually a huge challenge. Many of us find ourselves lacing up our shoes and heading to trails or the gym for all the wrong reasons. People think “I am so fat,” “I need to look good for spring break,” and so on.

We all begin working out with a variety of reasons behind it. It could be a personal choice, a hobby, a living, and a variety of other reasons. While I cannot argue regular exercise is damaging, but I do argue that there is a lot of self-hate behind why people choose to join a gym or buy that exercise tape.

There are many extremes to this age old question so let me just share a personal anecdote to explain. I’ve been working out since I was eleven (so just over eleven years). Though the act of working out was a very healthy life decision, the mind set behind it was quite the contrary.

I think as women, we find ourselves hating what we see in the mirror. With the hate, many of us become motivated to lose weight. Often times weight loss can be a very healthy fitness journey and other times it may not. Many, many people, myself included, can get lost in this.

I started working out not to get “healthy.” I was not motivated to nourish myself. I was not motivated to love the person I was seeing in the mirror.

I was motivated to change the number in the scale. I’d see myself and think “I’m so fat and I still have SO FAR to go.”

So far to go, so far to go, so so so far to go.

I believed that once I lost the weight, once I reached that “goal number,” once I wore that size I would be pretty. I equated that weight loss with my beauty and my beauty with my worth.

After each workout, I’d look in the mirror and suck in my stomach. I’d poke what I saw as imperfections. I’d take measurements of my body. I’d weigh myself. Above all, I’d hate on myself.

Never during this journey did I feed my mind with positivity. I was exercising so much commitment. I’d make it to the gym 5-6 times a week for 2-3 hours a day. I was obtaining my goals, faster than I imagined. I was growing stronger.

None of that mattered because it was never enough because I was never enough.

My sophomore year of college I returned to the gym after my 5 years of running cross country and track came to a close.  One day while I was on the elliptical, I came to this realization that though I had unstoppable commitment in my past, it was for all the wrong reasons.

From that day forward I knew it was time to make a change. It was time to change my thinking.

It begins with goal setting. We set goals to give us something to work for. This is something that persists throughout all aspects of our lives. While setting a goal weight can be a very good thing, you cannot allow that number to become you. You are so much more than that number. The person you are should not be defined by the weight you are now or the weight you want to be.

Along with goal setting, you cannot let media misrepresentations be your motivation. This is something I struggle with. When all you see is beautifully thin women, you begin to get it in your head that to be a beautiful woman, you must also be thin.

Thin does not equate strong. It does not make you healthy. Thin is beautiful and women who are naturally thin should not be ashamed of what they were born with, but you should not be the sole motivator behind a weight loss journey. I’ve been there.

When I was motivated by being thin, I hated myself. When I shifted my focus to getting healthier, I began to learn to love myself.

Instead of thinking “how far I have to go” you should reward your efforts towards a healthier life. Think about “how far you have come.” Each day you make it to the gym, or you put in exercise, you did it. It should be a feeling of accomplishment.

While pinterest may be full of motivating graphics, some of these “motivating graphics” shame the fat, shame the thick, and shame the thin. These may motivate you to get off your booty, but don’t let them run your life.

All in all, if you’re out there working out and a journey to get fit (or whatever your reasons may be) you should be proud.

You’re actively making steps towards a healthier you. When you feed your body, you’re also feeding your mind. When you feed yourself with positivity on a consistent basis, you will slowly begin to believe it. Your mind, body, and soul equal you.

My Semicolon Story;

Edit 3/31/17: The founder of Project Semicolon has passed. This is a very sad day! This is just another reminder of how real mental illness is and how much of a struggle it can be. Please, if you are having suicidal thoughts and are feeling overwhelmed, please reach out! It takes a whole system of support to persevere. Your story doesn’t have to end.

LONG, LOOOOOONG time, no see. I feel like sometimes through the facade of social media we sometimes lose sight of ourselves. Day after day our feeds are flooded with many of our friends, family members, and acquaintances high light reels.

We see these people smiling in photos and always having a great time. We sometimes lose ourselves in that we begin to compare these high light reels, these selected and filtered moments of other’s lives, and compare them to our whole life, bloopers, sad scenes, and all. This can really create a feeling of isolation and worthlessness, especially to those who already battle with those very thoughts in their everyday life.

I have debated sharing my story for a while, but if it helps just one person then I am grateful. I apologize in advance, this is a very lengthy post.

This is my semicolon story.

My battle began with issues of self-image. I can remember always having a concern over the number on the scale, even before middle school. Upon entering middle school, I can still visualize the moment I decided to go on my first of many “extreme” diets. I was eleven.

A male friend of mine poked my stomach on the first day of sixth grade and said, “hey, you lost your blubber over the summer.” It was at that point that I lost a piece of myself. I began obsessing over everything going in my body.

I ate lettuce wraps with carrots. I measured every single calorie that went into my body. The most alarming thing is that I would cancel plans with friends so I could work out and monitor what I ate. At twelve years old I could hardly stand the sight of myself in a mirror.

Growing up, my mother always told me I was beautiful. She even would address my weight concerns with my pediatrician who would assure me that I was healthy and as long as I ate fruits, vegetables, watched my sweets, and exercised I would continue to be healthy.

I developed these rituals to squeeze in exercise during every spare moment I had. It got to the point that it concerned my parents so I would secretly exercise behind closed doors. Whenever I used the restroom or before bed I would manically do push-ups, sit-ups, and dips. I even hid a set of dumbbells under my bed.

About six months later my obsession with exercise and health fizzled out for a bit. With that came a new habit. I would chew food up and secretly spit it out into a napkin. I’d do this to an entire plate of food and would even grab a second plate and do it all over again. I wanted to convince my parents that I didn’t have a problem. I did anything to try and convince them. While convincing them, I think I was secretly trying to convince myself.

The exercise pretty much ceased until one day late in the school year.  That one day was in gym class during 7th grade a kid poked me in the stomach and asked if I was pregnant. Suddenly, I was back in 6th grade again. I did all I could to laugh it off. On the inside, I was dying.

I began taking several hour long walks and runs and begged my mom until she finally agreed to get me a gym membership. Once I began working out, I became pretty antisocial. I would workout 6-7 days a week for 2-3 hours at a time. Again, I measured every bit of food. I even had a scale I would use to measure my food to the gram.

I would pace in the kitchen as I prepared my food in order to burn “extra” calories. I could not even go out to eat with my parents and enjoy it. I was once a kid who drank soda and ate a big ol’ burger out. I now became the kid who only drank water and asked for salads with no dressing. I would go to the lighter faire options, eat around the cheese and toppings, and pretend like everything was okay.  My weight dropped almost 30 pounds in just 2.5 months.

When I entered 8th grade, these obsessive habits with food transformed into ones in which I only ate the outside of foods and would trash what was left inside. I found myself backing off on the exercise as time progressed. I started growing closer to this individual I’d met the previous school year.

At that point, I began spending less time in the gym, less time doing meal prep, and more time hanging out with this person. In some sense I felt like I was finally getting better. I was no longer counting the calories (though I had a pretty good idea how many calories were in most foods).  As you may have guessed it, this person I invested myself in was a guy.

We had a lot of fun hanging out together, but their definitely was a steep downhill from those fun times.

This is where the words don’t just roll off the tongue. I have accepted my body image issues as well at my eating disorder. I have accepted that it happened and that I truly did not love myself.  It’s the issues that I developed later in middle school and into early high school that I have a hard time owning up to.

That boy I mentioned earlier, well, I started to equate my self-worth to everything in our relationship. When we had a good day, I felt on top of the world. When we fought, I was completely and fully convinced that I was the root of all our issues. Yeah, at times I definitely did not make matters better and maybe at times I was actually the bad guy. Maybe I provoked him, maybe I didn’t. What we had became unhealthy and I could not see that.

This was more than just feeling bad after a fight. This was feeling worthless. This was feeling like that boy was doing me a favor by dating me.  This was having your mood, your state of mind, and your self-worth, dependent solely on another person.

This feeling of worthlessness, it wrecked me.

I spent many of nights crying myself to sleep. I would think to myself “why do you keep messing up, why can’t you just do things right for once?” I often hid in my closet and cried into a pillow.

On the exterior my once colorful wardrobe transformed into drab black, heavy eyeliner, and essentially what was called “emo” at the time.

It wasn’t just me trying to be trendy, it was actually a reflection of what I was becoming.

Oh, this is the part I really dread thinking about.

These nights of crying left me feeling empty. There was this pain that I just could not get rid of no matter how hard I tried. It was at this point that I first cut myself.

It didn’t hurt.

You hear people say the emotional pain hurt so much that self-harm actually made them feel better. Well, it did, but very temporarily.

Through all of this, I still did not see that I wasn’t worthless. I did not see that this wasn’t normal. I did not see that I needed help. I believed this was normal, I was just going through a phase, teenagers are emotional, and fights happen.

By day I was an “A” student involved in extracurricular activities and by night I was hiding in my closet.

I am not sure when it finally clicked that things shouldn’t be this way. I couldn’t see that some people, some habits, some thoughts, were all toxic.

When I entered high school, I still hadn’t learned to love myself, as a matter of fact I am still learning just that to this very day.

When I was 14 I met the boy who would become my fiancé a little over seven years later. We ran cross country together and had freshman English together. We met after our first race when he offered me his water bottle when I was clearly distraught from a bad race. Even then, he was already taking care of me.

After practice his mom would take me home. We were just casual friends.

One day, for whatever reason I decided I would sit by him in English. We joked around. It was awkward at first so I looked him up on the popular social media platform at the time (MySpace) and essentially stalked him. I memorized his interests like I was studying for a test. I even listened to the weird indie music on his page.

I began dropping these bits of information as if I identified with them in our conversations. Eventually we had been talking for almost two months when I told him some deep dark secrets that I’d told no one.

This 14 year boy must have felt like I was insane. I unloaded my emotions on him in English. I can still visualize that moment. But you know what, he didn’t judge me. He didn’t tell me I was wrong. He didn’t tell me I was dumb. He listened.

He was the first person to listen to me without judgement. He was also the first person to help me see I was a victim.

You see, that boy from middle school was still in my life at that point. He pinched me when I said something he didn’t like. He’d squeeze my hand so hard the ring on my finger would bruise the finger just beside it. There were small bruises up and down my arms from him yet I still felt I was the cause of all those issues. I made him hurt me. I believed casual talking was flirting and so I began to recluse.

Had I not met the man (young man at the time) who would later become my boyfriend (and much later my fiancé), I don’t know where I would be today.

I am not sure I would have been strong enough to get away. I may have fallen deeper into myself.

I remember my first fight with my fiancé, he was angry and I crumbled. To the floor I went, sobbing. I immediately blamed myself and felt scared. It was this moment I knew I was falling in love with this guy. Instead of getting angrier, placing blame on me, and hurting me, he picked me up. He hugged me. He assured me all would be okay.

To this day I still battle feelings of worthlessness but not because of the guy I am with. I no longer hide in closets. I no longer have to pretend I am happy when I am not.

With that, I am happy to say I haven’t cut myself for almost seven years. Though that doesn’t mean I am not sometimes tempted too.

I made huge strides in learning to love who I am when I feel into a job at a summer camp. What I presumed would just end up being a job, ended up a learning experience. I found a place I long for. I found a place that I can always go to and they will welcome me with open arms. I found a giant family of people to hear me without judgement.

Each day I battle myself when I look in the mirror. I see myself and I see flaws. I don’t love myself like I should and thus I work every day to love myself. I may love my fiancé to the moon and back but if I do not love myself, something will always be missing in the love I give him.

He’s been my right hand man through it all. Though at times he does not understand where I am coming from, he surely tries his best to.

As I near the end of my education, I’ve faced anxiety, low points, and an overall lack of enthusiasm. But I am much stronger now. It has been a 10 year battle with me and myself, but I am finally ready to stop facing this battle alone. Though I am a warrior, it’s time to call in for back up.

I am finally ready to get the help I need. This is my semicolon.

Edit 3/31/17:

I posted this blog a year ago. My story continues to go on, as a matter of fact I am stronger than ever. In the past year I have made a commitment to taking care of my mind, body, and soul. Each day, I eat what I want in moderation as long as it is balanced with nutrition and each day I get exercise, even if it is just a short walk. When I look in the mirror, I make a conscious effort not to nit pick. It is tough, but over time it gets easier.

This has been liberating. I am physically and mentally stronger than I have been in years and I feel like I have really taken back my life. Now, this is not saying I do not struggle. I do. I have very low days, but instead of those low days turning in low weeks and months, I have gained the tools necessary to keep on moving on. What works for me, won’t necessary work for everyone, but the first step is deciding you don’t want your story to end.

For more information on Project Semicolon, visit this page:

Unexpected Bump in the Road

This post is going to be brief. Partially because I’m not ready to write about it in detail yet and partially because I’m in between classes.

In the fitness world, there are the people who never miss a workout. While I try to be that person, there are sometimes circumstances that cause me to miss.

Last Thursday, I was on my way back from the grocery store and about to workout when I got a call from my mother.

From the tone of her voice  I knew something  was wrong. She tells me my grandfather doesn’t have much longer. Next thing you know, an hour later I’ve hopped on the next train to STL.

It was about a 4 hour ride. The longest 4 hours ever.

While I was on the train, my grandfather passed. After that it was nonstop go go go.

You wouldn’t  think as a granddaughter  I would play such an active role but I was so busy with school work, learning what I was missing in class, and helping with funeral odds and ends that I basically took 6 days off. Now 2 of those  days were scheduled days off, but it killed me mentally on top of all else.

I worked out yesterday, the one week since my grandfather passed, and while working out helped my anxiety…it surely tested my emotions.

So now as I heal, I will try and push focus to my training and keep on keeping on.

Indecisive Much?


I am one of the most indecisive people you will ever meet…well maybe not ever, but yeah, darn near close (see what I did there, ha!) I decide on something, am set on it, no budging, and then I change my mind. Again and again I go through this cycle. It’s a wonder I ever get anything accomplished.

I have now changed my training plan for this half marathon three times, but hey, in my defense, I am making it more intense. So, at least I am not a flake. I am on week 5 of my 15 week plan. Everything is going great. I feel great. My mind just feels so refreshed and my body is feeling stronger by the day.

Though I think my training plan adapted from Pop Sugar Fitness‘s 16 week Beginner Half Marathon Program, was a good plan, it was not a good plan for me. I need a plan with a greater focus on running, than just on getting my body able to physically complete 13.2 miles. If you want to see more about that plan and how I adapted it to me originally check out my post Training Plan – 13.1. Again, it is a great plan for getting in shape to run a half or even just to get in shape.

I next modified that plan itself (can you see the pattern here). After sitting on that idea for about a week, I decided it would not help me get the Personal Record that I have set my sights on. And thus, drum roll please…..I created ANOTHER ONE!

This one is adapted from the Intermediate Half Marathon Training Plan by none other than the infamous Hal Higdon. I seriously love his plans, but I knew they were very running driven (who would have thought?) and I did not want to overload my two new-to-running training partners. My new plan can be seen below. I am super excited about it.

I am actually excited about speed work

…which is unlike me, but I just can’t wait to run fast again. I am sticking to this one! It will be challenging, but not too challenging. I love that it involves 5 days of running as that’s what I have always been accustomed to.

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We entered our 5th week of the 15 week process this week (wow I said week quite a bit in that sentence…). I have been doing much of my training on my own and have not yet really had the chance to gauge the level at which my two friends were. On Monday, I did my run outdoors and then later that night they asked me to workout with them. I ran them through some stretches and warm-ups and then walked on the indoor track with a friend as they ran.

I realized at this point, that the training plan was just not cutting it for them. That night I wrote up a new plan for them and for me. The plan I wrote for them was adapted from the Hal Higdon Novice 1 Half Marathon plan.

I felt that they needed to grow more comfortable with the act of running and thus this plan is better suited for them. I added structured walk breaks in for the first 4 weeks of that plan because in the long run, it will help them to have a better run. Instead of having their form suffer, they have mini-recoveries, while also covering a specified distance. I am going to check back in with them in a few weeks and see if this is what’s right for them. Their training plan can be seen below. It may change based on their needs, but we will see!NEW

I feel like my posts have been lack luster lately so I am sorry! If you have anything you’d like to see me post about please do comment below! For now its back to the drawing board to spice of these posts :)!


**Disclaimer: I’m not a doctor, registered dietitian, physical trainer/therapist or fitness expert. The purpose of my blog is to share my stories and experiences with running, fitness, and life. When it comes to your health and fitness, do your research and consult a health career professional.**