I am loud. I am energetic. In fact, some have called me the energizer bunny....at 5PM. I drive hard, I like to have fun, and I as I have said before, I like to win. In the last 20 years of life I have been accused of a lot of things, but passion-less is not one of them. I live by the mantra of loving unconditionally and without regret. But, with that said, I am not for everyone.
I am a matchmaker of sorts. I get this creepy high out of making others that I love successful and happy. I will go to the greatest of distances to introduce even the two least likely of souls in hopes of making a connection. Oh god no -- not that kind of connection. Connections in health, (did you read my piece 2 weeks ago??) business, hell, even food connections. (Read this: per my husband, there is very little BBQ that is worth mentioning in the SEA area, so, if you ask, I will have a hard time making that match)
But, what the hell does this have to do with this blog? A lot, actually. Over the last two months, I have done a lot of soul searching in determining what is "next for HK". Lots of my friends and family have had opinions and have openly shared those opinions regardless of whether or not I might have wanted to hear them. ("You just haven't been YOU in a long time. What happened to YOU????") As I stated in my first blog of 2014, I had lost a piece of me. That piece that got me to the gym everyday. That piece that reminded my why I love marketing oh so much and why I (think) I am pretty darn good at what I do. That piece of me that was never too tired to talk about the next big thing or dream a little bigger. Well, guess what. She's back. And, she's back with a (insert expletive) vengeance.
I am excited to get back to making matches everyday. Perhaps might join a board or two, maybe some lecturing at the college level, and, maybe just maybe, drive that app to market that I have always dreamed of. What's next? Who's coming with me? After all, I can guarantee, it is going to be an entertaining ride. And MOST importantly, what can I do for you?
[A few shout outs to those reminding of late whose boss: Rachel Lazar, Anthony Bontrager, Kelly Saunders, my bestie LP, Lynn and of course my Bubs.]
#cheerstochange #dreambig&win
Monday, March 10, 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
Welcome to my world, badass.
Swoobs or Swalls? The former, yes, ma'am. It has been a long time since I have had the privilege of
meeting someone new who has knocked me off my feet. Well, really, let's be honest. Knocked me on my ass.
Katie had been talking about her for months. Gals in my network had been checking into her Happy Hour sessions nightly. I had repeatedly seen her gentle public call-outs of "getting shit done and driving hard to win." What the hell was this fuss all about?
This gal is not much taller than me. She has this raspy, yet aggressive voice that you could hear a mile away. And, runs a successful small business, Happy Hour by Marisa (her homies call it HHbM - http://happyhourbymarisa.com/default.htm) - a boutique work-out facility, where she teaches every GD class, everyday. Every one of them.
The club is much more than a club. It is a cult of candle lit, booty shaking positivity. She lives and dies by one rule - if you judge others you will be asked to get the hell out. (try to judge behind her back, and not only get the hell out - but run. fast) By far the warmest industrial place on the planet, the environment is riddled with daily inspirations (both G and R rated) and a vibe you just cannot mistake. Marisa Mancke, you are the s&it. An inspiration to those that know her, if you don't, you should. She will make you laugh, perhaps even make you cry (from the pain) but, I can tell you this - I will drive 35+ miles any day of the week to get drill sergeant' by her.
Oh, one additional note - no, she does not provide shots of jaeger with her workouts as her name may suggest. She does, however, serve up humor, competition and profanity (nothing too sketch) on a platter at each of her workouts....unless, of course, you attend cardio striptease. Perhaps my next post will be about the Hello Kitty!
meeting someone new who has knocked me off my feet. Well, really, let's be honest. Knocked me on my ass.
Katie had been talking about her for months. Gals in my network had been checking into her Happy Hour sessions nightly. I had repeatedly seen her gentle public call-outs of "getting shit done and driving hard to win." What the hell was this fuss all about?
This gal is not much taller than me. She has this raspy, yet aggressive voice that you could hear a mile away. And, runs a successful small business, Happy Hour by Marisa (her homies call it HHbM - http://happyhourbymarisa.com/default.htm) - a boutique work-out facility, where she teaches every GD class, everyday. Every one of them.
The club is much more than a club. It is a cult of candle lit, booty shaking positivity. She lives and dies by one rule - if you judge others you will be asked to get the hell out. (try to judge behind her back, and not only get the hell out - but run. fast) By far the warmest industrial place on the planet, the environment is riddled with daily inspirations (both G and R rated) and a vibe you just cannot mistake. Marisa Mancke, you are the s&it. An inspiration to those that know her, if you don't, you should. She will make you laugh, perhaps even make you cry (from the pain) but, I can tell you this - I will drive 35+ miles any day of the week to get drill sergeant' by her. Oh, one additional note - no, she does not provide shots of jaeger with her workouts as her name may suggest. She does, however, serve up humor, competition and profanity (nothing too sketch) on a platter at each of her workouts....unless, of course, you attend cardio striptease. Perhaps my next post will be about the Hello Kitty!
Monday, February 17, 2014
It's go time.
Changes. That’s all I can say. It has been nothing but changes since the 2014 started, and, I am absolutely 1000%
ecstatic about it. I am officially an
addict again, to exercise that is, down almost 20 lbs since Jan 1. But, today, as it should be, marks the start
of “it’s go time.” Hitting the calorie
bandwagon hard again to see if I can shave off yet another 10 pounds before we
roll out to Cabo in early April.
I am a driver, a competitor, and I love to win in everything I do. Where I lose all sense of normalcy for myself is when I allow myself to accept anything less than great. I will *never* again allow anyone to “coach” me into accepting mediocrity. So, to that end, this blog is going to be all about competing to win and the tools necessary to do so.
Competition on my mind, here is what is on my workout playlist right now. Music is the #1 tool in my quest for being the best I can be. I challenge you to feel the same by bellying up to a few of the following diddies:
·
Breakdown by Tantric
·
Welcome to the Jungle by Alvaro & Mercer
· Turn Down for What by DJ Snake & Lil Jon
· Sumpin by the Pimps
· Roman's Revenge by Nikki
· Got the life by Korn
· The Hand that Feeds by NIN
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Purging my own "fatitude" of 2013
Welcome to 2014, or the year that I shall affectionately nickname, RSquared. 2014 will be all about the rejuvenation and renovation (RSquared) of ME. Not to sugar coat here, but 2013 kicked.my.ass; both physically and mentally. So, like any old house or kitchen constructed in 1973, it is time for a complete renovation.
That renovation starts here - with the (re)introduction of my health/fitness blog, No Fatitudes Allowed. This go around, we will move far beyond the trials and tribulations of doing an inaugural cleanse. Instead, I will take some time to illustrate my journey to unwind my own "fatitude" established in 2013. I won't promise no poop talk or disgusting photographs of the crap I am going to attempt to eat (clean), what I will promise is a commitment to posting at least 2X per month, honesty and hopefully some laughs along the way.
As I embark on my 41st year of life (I turned 40 in Oct - did I get that right???) and entering the 10th year of my marriage to my best friend, Lynn, it has become obvious that merely making public statements (daily public shaming) of eating, drinking, exercising and general good behavior is merely change at face value. This year, I will be looking to make life long changes that will push me to try new things, get centered and focused (I hate Yoga, so this is going to be a stretch) and to become an overall better and more healthy human - for not only my husband, but also for my son, my family and my friends.
Don't be afraid. This will not be a bunch of deep crud that, if you choose to read, you will yawn through. Nor will this be a self pity novel of all the stuff I have done wrong. This will merely be the musings of how a gal with a busy life finally figures out how to get her s&it straight - eat well, run on the treadmill without feeling like a smoker and do it all while staying sane and positive. Unlike the last go round, this will not be about fitting into clothes, this will be about fitting back into my own skin.
HNY and here's to the most amazing (and healthy) 2014 that life has to offer! Cheers!
That renovation starts here - with the (re)introduction of my health/fitness blog, No Fatitudes Allowed. This go around, we will move far beyond the trials and tribulations of doing an inaugural cleanse. Instead, I will take some time to illustrate my journey to unwind my own "fatitude" established in 2013. I won't promise no poop talk or disgusting photographs of the crap I am going to attempt to eat (clean), what I will promise is a commitment to posting at least 2X per month, honesty and hopefully some laughs along the way.
As I embark on my 41st year of life (I turned 40 in Oct - did I get that right???) and entering the 10th year of my marriage to my best friend, Lynn, it has become obvious that merely making public statements (daily public shaming) of eating, drinking, exercising and general good behavior is merely change at face value. This year, I will be looking to make life long changes that will push me to try new things, get centered and focused (I hate Yoga, so this is going to be a stretch) and to become an overall better and more healthy human - for not only my husband, but also for my son, my family and my friends.
Don't be afraid. This will not be a bunch of deep crud that, if you choose to read, you will yawn through. Nor will this be a self pity novel of all the stuff I have done wrong. This will merely be the musings of how a gal with a busy life finally figures out how to get her s&it straight - eat well, run on the treadmill without feeling like a smoker and do it all while staying sane and positive. Unlike the last go round, this will not be about fitting into clothes, this will be about fitting back into my own skin.
HNY and here's to the most amazing (and healthy) 2014 that life has to offer! Cheers!
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