President Trump

*Warning: Semi-liberal post. If you’re offended by these opinions, I advise you don’t read this post*

I’ve been interested in politics since I was a little girl. I can’t remember how, or what exactly sparked my interest, but I remember writing a history paper in 7th grade about JFK. I did TONS of research on the young president who came from a family of wealth and privilege. Even then, I wasn’t ignorant to his extra marital affairs but instead focused on his legacy; how a young, Catholic senator from Massachusetts captivated our nation.

This history/political science interest continued on to high school, where I had a history teacher named Ms. Feinberg. Whether she knows this or not, she had an incredible impact on how and why I think the way I do. She graduated from Columbia undergrad and Stanford graduate school. She wasn’t married, had frizzy hair, and didn’t dress all that well. And she was the first female role model I had who’d put her education first. Above getting married, her looks, etc. And while I don’t think this was ever her intention, her liberal rhetoric poured over into the way she taught. I thought she was incredibly smart, and I challenged myself to be more like her.

I went on to be a Political Science minor in college, and was fortunate enough to be going to school in Colorado in 2008; a swing state that has a caucus nomination process. The night I went to caucus was one of the most important and rewarding experiences of my life as an American citizen. I went to the local elementary school where I sat in a classroom with about 35 other voters. When the facilitator asked us to raise our hands for who we were nominating for the Democratic party, about 12 people raised their for Hillary Clinton, and 23 or so raised their hands for Barack Obama.

I raised my hand for Barack Obama.

A couple of weeks earlier, Obama held a rally at the University of Denver on a weekday morning. A classmate and I left at 6:30 am, made our way down to Denver, and arrived at 7:30 am to see 20,000 people lined up outside the DU Hockey Arena. 20,000 people. The arena could only hold 9,000. Some people left, but we heard muffling of people going onto the soccer field where he would address those who wouldn’t be able to get in. We beelined for the soccer field, and were some of the first ones on the field.

He came out with Caroline Kennedy by his side, and I felt a moment where life had come full circle. From that braces and pimpley preteen who was infatuated with this woman’s father to then, a woman in college attending a political rally.

He spoke about change. He spoke about hope. He was charismatic, kind, warm, and smart. It felt like everything he was saying I was looking for. My vote was a no brainer.

Flash forward 8 years, to Election Day 2016.

Maybe I’ll blame the fact that I chose to write my first history paper on a democrat, or maybe I’ll blame Ms. Feinberg. Or the fact that I was born and raised in the most liberal city in the country. I even have republican parents! But I can’t help it. I am what you would classify as a liberal. I believe in women’s rights. I believe in equal pay. I believe in a woman’s right to choose. I believe in gay marriage. I believe in civil rights. I believe in social welfare programs. I believe in universal healthcare. I believe that global warming is real. I want to protect our national parks. I am willing to pay my fair share of taxes and sacrifice part of my paycheck to protect and advance these initiatives. Because I believe we are all in this together. But I also want to say, that I support our troops, our veterans, and those who fight for our country. I think you can be “Republican” on some issues and “Democrat” on others. I’m not sure there isn’t anyone in this country who doesn’t think we need to make veteran affairs a top priority. So if that makes me by definition a liberal, then so be it.

I’m here to say, and I guess the point of this post, is that I am sad today. Sure, I am sad my party “lost.” I am sad that Congress is made up of a Republican Majority. I’m afraid these leaders will take away some of the rights I believe should be non-negotiable. But with that, I understand there are transitions of power. I know that “my party” isn’t always going to be in power.

What I am sad about most is there is a man in power, the leader of the free world, my, our, YOUR POTUS- a man who degrades women. Who mocks the disabled. I am sad we are transitioning from a dignified, respectable, and graceful president to a man who has shown little to no empathy or tolerance for those of different religions, cultures, and circumstances than his own.

About a month before the election I heard an interview with a republican couple from North Carolina. They were swing voters who were leaning towards Trump because of their religious values. What was making them swing and doubt their vote was Trump himself. The husband worked for an international company and did a lot of business overseas. He was embarrassed by Trump and was afraid of losing business if Trump became president. They spoke about the bible, and how God loves all of his children, no matter their immigration status. I’m sure they ended up voting for Trump, but for those reasons I can understand. They voted for him because the values they hold dear he supported. But they did not support his demeanor and candor.

I know that there are people who don’t agree with me on what I value. But then again, I don’t know them personally. I live in my liberal bubble. I only travel to the coasts, to big cities. I am amongst people who would fight for my right to be paid equally. I am amongst people who would fight for my right to get birth control. I don’t know people who are sick and tired of our government. Who feel like this isn’t their America. The people I know thought our government was working just fine under President Obama. Sure, they may not have been happy all the time, but I don’t know anyone who is happy about the man we are going to have in office for four years.

I know there are disgruntled Americans. I know they are out there. Because they have made their voices heard. I just want to know if they are proud of our new president’s demeanor? Of his temper? Of his Tweets?

Because I believe you can still respect a leader in power who you don’t see eye to eye with. You can still respect someone you don’t agree with. You can still be kind. You can still be graceful.

I’m hopeful. Because if we lose sight of hope, we have no dreams to hold on to.

My best friend sent me this quote, and it encapsulates everything I’m feeling today: “Loyalist to country always. Loyalty to government, when it deserves it.”- Mark Twain.


“Whole 30” Week 1

Last Monday I started Whole30. If you haven’t heard of Whole30, I’m sure you’ve heard of the “Paleo” Diet. And if you haven’t heard of Paleo, you’ve at least seen a meme of people talking about the latest fad diet they’ve either tried or are currently on. Not to diminish Whole30 as a fad diet, but you know what I mean. Anyway, Whole30 is basically a more intense version of Paleo that lasts for 30 days. It’s no grains, dairy, soy, added sugar, legumes, and alcohol. People use Whole30 to lose weight, obviously, but also to reset their metabolism, learn which foods that may be causing them discomfort, and change their relationship with food.

Ah, relationships with food. I won’t get too far into it because that isn’t the point of this post. But here’s a quick rundown: when I graduated from college and moved home, I noticed that point blank I was chubby. I tried the South Beach Diet in combination with starting to run. One of those lasted for a few weeks, the other I fell in love with and still torture myself with today. When that didn’t work, I stumbled across Tone It Up, and this program spoke to me. A program led by two women whose main goal is in the name: to help women tone up. I purchased their nutrition plan and have essentially been trying to live by the lifestyle for years now: 5 meals a day, eating fruit and carbs in the morning, leaving fats for the afternoon, and eating lean, clean, and green dinners. Sure their stuff can be cheesy, but there are millions of Instagram tags and posts of women who are bonding over a shared goal of getting healthier. I find that the program empowers women and is a safe platform for encouragement and community. The world needs a lot more of that, in my opinion; a space for women to share their insecurities, to know that they are not alone in their struggles with loving and accepting their bodies.

When Emily moved in last August, we discovered that we both followed Tone It Up, among other things: a shared bond over our love of fitness, yoga, healthy and indulgent cooking, Lululemon, acai bowls, Taylor Swift, etc. We’re sort of the two most basic girls in San Francisco. And it’s lovely.

Flash forward to December, and Emily decided we would be doing Whole 30 in January. I quickly said yes, because over the last few months I’ve gained about 10 pounds. Since the marathon, running has fallen behind and I’ve consistently felt bloated and puffy. I’ve let fun weekends and trips be an excuse to indulge, while not making my health a priority. I’ve wanted this for a while; a reset, some discipline, an accountability partner, and to get back to a healthy place with food again.

So! Week one went great. I’m really proud of my self for outlining all of meals, grocery shopping, and meal prepping on Sundays. I will say, I AM EATING QUINOA! I’m training for the Kaiser Half on February 5th, and I need some sort of carb other than sweet potatoes to fuel my training. However, that is my only deviance form the program, and I feel really great. I feel less bloated, have a ton of energy, and I’m not really missing anything too much. Sure, I had to walk away from my coworker the other day when he had mac and cheese for lunch, and I was eyeing the mint flavored Oreo’s at work today (and I don’t even really like Oreo’s!), but I’ve been able to get over it quickly. It’s all about remembering why you started. Here are some of the meals I ate last week:


Lunch: kale, avocado, whole30 approved mayo with tuna, roasted butternut squash and cauliflower


Dinner Cauliflower rice bowl: cod, roasted butternut squash, and avocado


A dinner my friend Mandy made! Whole30 butter chicken, roasted zucchini and brussels sprouts, salad, and quinoa


Breakfast quinoa bowl: quinoa, sliced almonds, chia seeds, cashew butter, frozen cherries, and unsweetened coconut flakes


Sunday Supper: short ribs, quinoa, and mashed sweet potatoes

I’m planning on following Whole30 until February 5th (or at least not consuming alcohol until then) so I’ll keep you all posted each week!

2016 Running Recap

One of my New Year’s Resolutions for 2016 was to run one race a month. I’m happy to say that with the exception of August I stuck to my resolution! These races were a combination of painful slow running, sensational fast running, frustration, weaving between crowds, cold and hot weather, etc. Some were unexpectedly easier than others, while some were annoyingly harder. I considered sleeping in and ditching a lot of these races, but I held myself accountable, which is another unexpected accomplishment from this resolution. Here’s my list of races for 2016:

January: Hot chocolate 5K

  Foster City 5K

February: Chinese New Year 10K (3rd year in a row!)

March: Get Lucky 5K*: 25:13/top 2 women!

April: Guardsmen 10K

May: Girls on the Run 5K

June: San Diego Rock n Roll Half Marathon*: 1:56:22 (first time breaking sub 2hours!)

July: San Francisco Marathon

August: No race, still miserable from the marathon and was seriously debating if I ever wanted to run again

September: Giants 10K*: 53:37

October: Run 10 Feed 10

November: Oceanside Turkey Trot 10K

December: Timed 5K on December 31: 26:02


As I admitted above, a lot of these races weren’t exactly pretty. In particular, the half marathon in June was the toughest; not from a physical aspect, but because I was in a really emotional headspace. I was going through a lot of change that left me in a sensitive state of fragility and self conscious with uncertainty. I also added on the pressure that if I wanted to do well in my first marathon in July, I had to run this half easily. The combination of my vulnerable state of mind and PR stress resulted in me using the race as a way to hold on to the part of my identity that I was most proud of, while simultaneously fighting feelings of nervousness and doubt. Every race I repeat to myself not to give up, but this race that voice quickly turned into nagging and reminding myself that in 7 weeks I had to run double the mileage. The internal competition within myself reached an extreme point. I was pushing myself so hard. In most of my other races, it’s typically my mind that gives me the extra push when my body feels exhausted. But this race it was my mind that was trying to keep up with my body. Giving up wasn’t an option, and my body was stronger than my mind. It was a time where I was truly appreciative of all of the training I’d ever done that had lead me to that point.

The best and most surprising race of the year was the Giants 10K. To be honest I was pretty hungover, as the day before I was celebrating Erik Davis’ birthday playing some good old fashioned sloshball (aka keg kickball aka drinking lots of beer while playing kickball) in Golden Gate Park. Considering it was my first race since the marathon, I had no expectations for this race (quite the alternative since June). Maybe it was all of the carbs from the beer or the fact I was running a familiar route, but I quickly found my stride after mile one, and continued to feel better with each mile. I didn’t wear my Garmin for this race (that’s how much I was winging it), so when I looked up my race results and saw that I PR’d by a full minute, I was pretty stoked.

These two races ended in PR’s and were so obviously different. It just proves that at the end of the day not every PR, accomplishment or success was traveled on a yellow brick road to get there. I guess that’s a metaphor for life too, right?

Admittedly, running has taken a back burner the last few months. To put it simply, I just haven’t been into it. I’ve felt and seen changes in my body as a result, and feel sluggish and slow. Quite the contrast from this past Summer when I was in maybe the best shape of my life. But it’s not all about how I look physically. As a creature of habit I feel so much more stable when I have a routine. It feels SO good every time I cross off another interval, fartlek, track, tempo, or long run. Training for a race and goal, and knowing what I need to do to get there gives me a sense of security and accomplishment.

I’ve made it no secret here that 2016 was a tough year, for many reasons. So in an effort to make 2017 better, a couple weeks ago I decided I would start training for the Kaiser Half Marathon on February 5th. I look forward to sharing with you all a bit of my training progress in the new year!

Here’s to more miles, happiness, and health in 2017 🙂

29, Tomorrow


Tomorrow is my 29th birthday.

This is the first year I’m a little freaked out about my birthday. I know, I know. You’re rolling your eyes, thinking “Get over yourself, Yuloo. You’re still SO young.” I get it. But this is the first year where I can feel myself getting older. Both physically and mentally. And where I can’t help but wonder how, exactly, I arrived at where I am now.

Everyone has dreams and ideas about the future or how their life will look at a certain age, right? We set these expectations for ourselves based on how our parents lives unfolded, societal pressure, or maybe even something we saw in a movie. I had grand visions for how I thought my life would look at this age, and it isn’t exactly what I had envisioned. I don’t want you to think I don’t recognize how pretty damn good it is; I’m healthy, have a roof over my head, and people who love and support me. But life has taken a few turns off the path I dreamed up, and I’m learning to be okay with that. I’ve had to shift my perspective, and it’s been one of life’s biggest lessons.

There were a lot of curve balls in my 28th year; quite simply a lot of life happened. Tons of change, uncertainty, heartache, and uncomfortable moments. Whether or not I wanted it, life decided it needed to happen. And for whatever reason, all at once (or so it felt and seemed).

Perhaps my biggest takeaway from this past year has been that you can’t control what happens to you. We are vulnerable humans, susceptible to pain. As much as you have the need or want to control everything, you can’t. You can’t anticipate life happening. Things happen for unknown reasons. And at what point do we let go of expectations and just let God, fate, or whatever it is you believe in take it’s course?

One of the toughest, and perhaps saddest realizations I’ve had this year is that at some point, everyone in your life is going to hurt you. Your parents, your best friend, your partner. And not because they are trying to hurt you, but because we’re all just navigating through life, trying to do just that: live. Hopefully by putting our best foot forward. But the expectations we place on others are only going to come back around and bite us when they don’t live up to those expectations. I’m not saying you shouldn’t have standards for people, because you should. You should never allow anyone to bring you down in ways you won’t or can’t tolerate. But at the end of the day, you have to choose the people around you who you are willing to accept disappointment from. Once you realize that everyone at some point is going to disappoint you, it will be easier to cope when they do. That is one choice we have; who we choose to share this beautiful life with.

My goal for 29 is to continue to let go of the need to control all aspects of my life, and just let whatever will be, be. To let things happen without my influence. And to embrace it all. The good, the bad, the ugly. To trust the process. Because what you do have control over is your attitude. And how you react. We can challenge ourselves to find meaning when heartache reaches us, and try our hardest to overcome adversity with grace. And in turn, relishing in those beautiful moments when life seems to be quite perfect. That when we feel joy and happiness, when we laugh until we cry, smile until our cheeks hurt, we are reminded of how sweet it all really is. Something as simple as feeling sunshine on your face, serving as a reminder that you are alive. And hanging onto those moments for as long as possible.

I’m a much stronger person than I was a year ago. Mentally I am kinder to myself, and more forgiving. I’m not there yet, because I’m a work in progress. For knowing that, I am thankful. Knowing that it’s okay not to be perfect, or to be disappointed when things aren’t how you want them and to embrace the alternative. And physically because I am a faster runner than I’ve ever been before. For that, I am proud. I pushed myself out of my comfort zone this year with running, and it paid off.

So here’s to a new year, and a new outlook. To getting older, and letting go of expectations. Expectations suck. Unless you expect everyone to be kind. That’s okay.

Music, Lately

Everyone loves music, right? I love the way it connects and bonds even the most contrastive people. Admittedly, my taste in music is eclectic and ranges anywhere from moody John Mayer, to poppy Taylor Swift, Chance the Rapper and country hip thruster Luke Bryan. No matter the kind of music (maybe aside from death metal), one of my favorite things on earth is being outside, listening to live music with friends and a cold beer.

Maybe it’s because I’m a sensitive soul, was an English major or just a sucker for finding sentiment in anything, but I appreciate music for the way it allows artists to express themselves; I love listening to lyrics and analyzing what they mean. I love dancing like a fool and feeling the rush when your favorite song comes on. That feeling of pure excitement has little comparison, and reminds me almost of childhood; how the smallest joys can instantly change your mood.

Here are a few songs I’m into at the moment, if you’re looking for some new jams:

If you’re in the mood for a mellow love song: Upsidedown by Goldford. The lyrics are incredibly sweet, and this song will resonate with anyone whose feeling vulnerable in love lately. I mean, with lyrics like “Sometimes I need a light when the moon is low Sometimes I need some loving when my feelings show” and “I lean into your kiss for my sanity, So give me all your lovin for my vanity.” I can just imagine listening on a porch somewhere with a glass of wine as the sun goes down. Ahhh…

If you want to throw it back to ten years ago: Slow Dancing in a Burning Room by John Mayer. This past week was the 10 year anniversary of John Mayer’s 3rd album Continuum. John Mayer is one of, if not my favorite, artists of all time. I know he receives a lot of criticism for his personality and questionable interviews, but his extraordinary guitar playing and, of course, lyrics make him undoubtedly talented. Here is what John had to say while reflecting on the 10 year anniversary of Continuum:


Continuum turns 10 today… here I am a decade later in the same jacket I wore in the cover shot. I remember so much about this record. I remember cutting “I Don’t Trust Myself” and “Bold As Love” in NYC. I remember the Trio tour that divided the NY and LA portions of recording. I remember coming up with “Gravity” in the shower at the Four Seasons in LA and not looking up for a day while I wrote it. It was finished the next night. I remember telling Chad as I was writing a song that it sounded like two people “Slow Dancing in a Burning Room.” I remember the innocence, the discovery, and I remember the feeling of playing these songs night after night on tour and realizing they could hold up as both pop songs and guitar explorations. Lucky to have it and lucky to have you all as fans. More to come very soon. X JM

A fun, upbeat, party song: Kings of Summer by ayokay, Quinn XCII

Closer by the Chainsmokers, Halsey. I know what you’re thinking, and no I don’t like this song just because they reference Boulder in it, but I will admit when my friend told me I was excited 🙂 This song is another fun and upbeat party song that I can see myself singing along to with my besties down the freeway.

Fade Away by Rebelution. Earlier this Summer I went to two concerts at the Greek theatre… in one week. I went to Alabama Shakes on Saturday and Rebelution and The Green with my friend Tamara and her husband Daniel on Tuesday. I’ve been listening to Rebelution since college, and it’s always fun when artists try something new and deviate from their original sound. Granted it doesn’t always work, but this song has been on repeat since I heard it at the concert. As a Reggae Rock Band this song is more mellow than anything they’ve done in the past, but Rebelution nailed this one.

I hope you enjoy some of what I’ve been listening to lately, and have an awesome rest of your week! xo

The SF Marathon Recap

It’s been just over a month since I ran the San Francisco Marathon, and I’m happy to report that I have fully recovered! I’ve used this time to rest, reflect, and allow myself to feel proud of this accomplishment. I’ve just started to get back into my regular workout routine, and I feel strong. The other day I ran my fastest 5K, ever! While I definitely do not have the dream of running another marathon in my near future, if this is the only marathon I run in my life, I will be 100% okay with that. Because this experience was overwhelmingly special, unique, and hands down one of the coolest things I’ve ever been part of. Here’s why:

As you probably already know, this was my first marathon. For years I swore to myself I would never run a marathon. Partly because I never wanted to put myself through the grueling training, not to mention the race itself. But I was also intimidated, and holding myself back; I was afraid of failure. But in typical “runner” fashion, that changed last year as I was crossing the finish line of the first half of the SF Marathon. I thought to myself “I could totally do that (run another half marathon) one more time.” For months I thought about it, and built myself up. My justification was “I’ve run the second half twice, the first half once; I know the course practically by heart.” So in March of this year, I mustered up the courage to sign up.

I trained for the marathon for 18 weeks, and the training was not easy. I knew it wouldn’t be; how could training to run a 26.2 mile race be easy? But the real reason I wasn’t happy with my training performance is because I missed a couple of key training runs. Unfortunately, the marathon coincided with a really rough period of my life; I was laid off from my job, a really important and significant relationship in my life left me heartbroken, and we lost Kate. All of these events were unexpected and devastating in their own right. They all had their emotional and physical toll, where I quite literally could not get out of bed some days.

So how did I complete the marathon not feeling 100% confident in my training? Well, admittedly, one of the qualities I like most about myself is my determination. When I set myself out to do something, quite simply, I do it. I try my hardest to follow through on everything I set myself out to do, and I have a lot of pride in that. When I wish for something, the first thing I ask myself is “is this a realistic goal?” And if it is, I come up with my plan for achievement. On the other side of that coin, having a strong-willed and determined personality makes coping with failure especially difficult to accept. So while there were a lot of moments these last few months where it seemed like the whole world was against me, and I doubted if I could complete the marathon, not running wasn’t an option.

If you ready my earlier blog post, you know that I had the privilege of running with 21 other people, and we called ourselves #TeamSlattery. 21 people, made up of seasoned runners and people who run here and there, ran with me to complete the marathon for Kate. It was the most special thing I’ve ever been part of. You’ve already read about how I got the crazy idea to run the SF marathon, and here’s how it went down for Kate:

Kate came home one day in April after work, marched into the kitchen and said “Hey. So, I was talking to my coworker today about running, and he was SHOCKED I haven’t run a marathon before.” Boo boo #1, mystery coworker man. NEVER make Kate Slattery feel inadequate. Clearly, he had definitely gotten under her skin. Kate ran the Berkeley half just a few months earlier, and crushed it. She loved running hills, and would often wake up after a long night out and run until she felt content. She was also always setting new goals for herself. Whatever it was that day, he definitely gave her a push and sparked her competitive side. Ten minutes later, we were both signed up for the marathon. She immediately printed out the course map and hung it in our kitchen; it’s still there.

A few days after Kate died, we came up with the goal that her bib would still make it across the finish line. We started discussing how this would happen and came up with the idea that multiple people could run a few miles here and there and exchange the big along the course. When this idea started to float around, a lot of people expressed interest in being part of the race. Kate touched so many lives, and they wanted to honor her.

When it came down to who was interested in running on Kate’s behalf, we had 21 people who were interested. Jeff Inhofer, one of Kate’s oldest friends from UW Madison, assigned one runner to every mile, and Jeff biked to every mile to facilitate the penny exchange (Kate’s bib was pinned on a bright pink penny). Yep, he biked 26.2 miles that day, and also ran 5 miles with me (more on that later). The plan was that whoever was running with me would leave me at about .2 miles before the next mile marker and speed up to Jeff, where he would be waiting with the new runner. They would exchange the penny, and the new runner would run onto the course to meet me.

We created a Google spreadsheet, ordered custom tank tops, and had an awesome dinner the night before. The enthusiasm that everyone had leading up to the race was nothing short of thrilling. I typically get so nervous before a race and am filled with anxiety. But knowing that I would have all of these people next to me (literally) gave me so much confidence.

I started the race with Gabe, which meant the world to me. Gabe is so much more than just my roommate; he is a brother to me. In the year and a half that I’ve known him, we’ve had a lot of highs (like quite literally hiking the Salkantay trail in Peru) and a lot of lows (saying goodbye to Jenny when she moved home to Atlanta, and losing Kate). Quite simply, Gabe is my rock, and he was for Kate, too. Starting the race with him was one of the most special moments of my life.

At mile 2 we met Shaudee, Gabe’s girlfriend. Shaudee is beautiful, smart, kind, and overall one of the loveliest people I know. Gabe and Shaudee are quite literally #relationshipgoals.

Miles 3-5 I ran with Tom Rohlf, Mandy Motl, and Dan Cleary. The exchange between Rohlf and Mandy was the first time I got emotional that day. It was the first time it hit me that all of these amazing people were running with me and encouraging me to do my best. And that we were all rallying behind Kate.

At mile 6 I met Erik Davis and we ran the first half of the bridge. Running with Davis was so much fun. Davis is the “dad” of the group, and has such an energetic and bright personality. He kept me smiling through the mist and thick fog as we looked for Mark Zuckerberg, who was running the first half. We then met Jeff at the end of the bridge at the Fort Point turnaround. Jeff ran miles 6-11 with me. I felt grateful having both Davis and Jeff with me at these miles because mile 6 was lead up to the Golden Gate Bridge (the second of four big hills), and mile 10 was the hill getting up to Seacliff. Jeff and I have gone on runs together before on vacations in Wisconsin and up at Gabe’s lake house, so it was comforting running with him.

Miles 12-14 I ran with Briand Scadden “Scadden”, Emily Pocrinhich, and Laura Koenigs. I had met Emily and Laura the night before at our pre-marathon dinner, and was already looking forward to seeing them. You know those people you meet and instantly want to get to know better? That was definitely the case with these girls, and they both were so infectiously positive, telling me I was doing great and exuding positive energy. I was really thankful for their encouragement at this point in the race.

Up until this point, I felt amazing, and my times were faster than necessary but I felt great. That changed at Mile 15 and onward. I was a mess. My legs started hurting. Bad. They had never felt so heavy in my life, and I was really starting to slow down. I ran these miles with Kate’s coworkers: Emily Kofsky, Scott Lowery, Travis Wilson, and Tim Tasabia. At mile 19 Steve Clark ran with me, and I didn’t know him before the race, but he was my favorite person that day. He ran the marathon a couple years prior, and was giving me great tips to end the race strong. He was also just genuinely enthusiastic and stoked on life. I am so thankful for all of these people, their excitement and new energy that helped me so much in these extremely hard miles.

At mile 20 Mandy Stevermer met me, followed by Felipe Quintana, Dominic Pitera, and Alan Browning for miles 21, 22, and 23. These miles are, admittedly, a blur. We were winding through Potrero Hill and down through the Dogpatch, where we curved around the ball park. At this point I was SO ready to be done with the race. Travis Wilson, who met me at mile 18, was still with me at this point, and didn’t leave until Mile 25. He was a rockstar, and I was thankful to have a constant runner with me.

At Mile 24 Alex Newell was waiting and I finally started to feel better physically. I told Alex that I had never been more excited to see his roommate, Rolf, in my entire life than at mile 25. Halfway into mile 25, Tommy Slattery (Kate’s brother) was there on the Embarcadero and we finished the race together. As I was finishing the race, finishing with Tommy was completely and utterly amazing. I wanted to collapse after the finish line, but he quite literally was holding me up and encouraging me to walk it off. Crossing the finish line #TeamSlattery was waiting off to the right, and seeing all of their faces was one of the proudest moments of my life.

All in all, the marathon was just as demanding, both physically and mentally as I thought it would be. A lot of the time when I’m running and start to get tired, it’s my brain that’s psyching me out. I can often silence that voice telling me to slow down, because my legs still feel strong. On marathon day, I felt endless gratitude for the people running with me who silenced that doubt in my head for me, because my legs were ready to give out at any moment. Running this marathon was one of the best experiences of my life, and I know that if I ever do muster up the courage to run another one, nothing will ever compare to this experience.

I know I sound like a broken record, but the amount of love and support I’ve received has been overwhelming. In a time where it’s hard to see light in this world, you all have helped me shine my light just a little brighter. So thank you. I am eternally grateful, and I know the Slattery family is too.

IMG_6194Getting my bib at the expo!

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Most of the runners, and Kate’s parents #TeamSlattery


Two of my best friends from home, Mei-lin and Skai, who I’ve known since 3rd and 4th grade, respectively. Both of them have come to so many of my races and having them at the end of the marathon meant so much. Thank you for always believing in me.

Running for Kate

As many of you know, just over a month ago, my roommate Kate passed away. She was biking home from work on her usual route home when she was hit by an SUV. The SUV was running a red light, while she was in the crosswalk on her green light. She was wearing her helmet, and she was killed instantly.

It was Wednesday, June 22nd at 9:40 pm when two police officers knocked on our door. When I opened the door, they asked me if I was Kate. “No…” I said, extremely suspicious. Why would there be two cops looking for Kate? Then they asked me if she was home. “No,” I said again, this time worrying. I will never forget how the look on their faces shifted and how their bodies stiffened. That was the first moment my heart stopped that night. Looking back, they had hope on their faces. They wanted me to say, “Yeah, she’s in her room.” They did not want me to confirm she wasn’t home- that she was the girl who was killed at 7th and Howard. My one word answers had never had so much meaning.

I was home alone when the police came. Luckily, I was on the phone with someone who cares about both me and Kate immensely, and he stayed on the phone with me until our other roommate, Gabe, arrived. The police had given me a number to call, but I only got to the answering machine, and their instructions weren’t clear. I’m also not sure I was hearing them correctly in my panicked state. All I knew for sure was that she was in the hospital, somewhere in the city.

While waiting for Gabe, my friend and I called hospitals together and confirmed she was at SF General. My friend then asked if Kate’s bike was at home. Instant panic came over me. I didn’t want to look. I knew it wasn’t there, because I saw her leave that morning- on her bike. We then went to Twitter. We were just looking to see if there was anything about any minor bike accidents. That’s when we saw the news about Heather Miller, another woman who was killed that night by a hit and run on her bicycle in Golden Gate Park. It was the first moment that I knew we’d lost her. I shoved the thought down to the deepest part within me, holding out hope she didn’t have the same fate; that the worst that had happened was she had a broken leg.

When Gabe got home, he went straight to her room and packed a bag with some of her clothes. I didn’t have the courage to say that we may be too late- that we should just go. We sped to the hospital, and as we pulled up I ran out of the car while the car was still moving. I have never run faster in my entire life. When I ran into the ER, I saw Kate’s younger brother, Tommy, through a big glass window in the family waiting room. He was hunched over in a chair with his face in his hands. He was sobbing, and then I knew. My worst nightmare was coming true. The entire car ride I was praying that what I thought had happened wasn’t happening. And seeing Tommy through the window, my entire heart shattered.

A few moments later, Tommy called their parents. That moment was one of the saddest moment of my entire life. Can you imagine telling your parents that their first born child has died? That their only and beloved daughter, and Tommy and Stephen’s sister, is gone? I certainly can’t. While the room was overflowing with sorrow, Tommy acted so beautifully in that moment. He exuded the most bravery and strength I’ve ever witnessed. It was, I’m sure, the lowest point of Tommy’s life. It was absolutely one of the lowest of mine. I still think about that moment everyday. Because in that moment of complete anguish, Tommy emitted a strength he didn’t have. I like to think it was the first moment any of us was living through Kate. That he was living in that moment on her strength.

In the days since Kate’s death, I’ve reflected so much on our relationship. I’ve realized that our roommate bond was completely unique- it was more like a sisterhood. You’re stuck together and you take each other for granted like family. The knowing that you will see them again.

I’ve realized that Kate was a source of comfort I didn’t know I had. And I was the same for her. We talked about things we didn’t talk about with anyone else. We vented to each other about anything and everything: work, boys, the price of berries at Whole Foods, etc. It was all fair game. We cooked dinner together; she always said with so much pride that we had the same diet. We geeked out over running and fitness. We asked if we saw the latest Instagram post from our our yoga idol, Erin, who teaches at YogaFlow. We loved each other, like sisters. And now, there is a void that I’m not sure will ever be filled again.

Admittedly, I didn’t always understand Kate. She carried herself with such confidence that she was, at times, intimidating. Yes, all 5’0 of her. Because she knew who she was, and she knew what made her happy. And it made me jealous. I am someone whose goal in life is to figure out who the heck I am. I’m also someone who probably cares a little too much about what other people think. Kate was the opposite; she was always doing what served her in that moment, at no one’s expense. It was her mantra. I had never met anyone before who served themselves, their needs and happiness, yet simultaneously and so eloquently cared for others more than themselves. That’s what was so amazing about her; she was a woman full of contradictions. She was responsible, driven, and extremely smart. She could be so serious in the morning eating her toast while reading The New Yorker. She was also the girl who was known for her love of onesies, adventure, and saying “yes” if it felt right. She could be spending time writing her children’s book, Fly With Maya, and 2 minutes later be practicing the “Baby One More Time” dance to perfect our Britney Spears costumes for Bay to Breakers. I’ve said it before, but I have truly never met anyone like Kate. And in these days without her, that feeling has turned into knowing that she is unlike any person I’ve ever known.

Her death has left me broken. I have felt physical and emotional pain that I have never experienced before. There have been moments where I have collapsed in weakness. In the days since her death, I’ve tried to honor Kate by embodying some of who she was in everything I do. While I would like to say I’ve accomplished this feat by saying yes to more adventures, not taking myself too seriously, and doing more of what serves me, I don’t know how anyone will ever measure to her greatness.

My first great dedication and honor to her life will be running The San Francisco Marathon. We were both training for the marathon- the first for both of us. And while I haven’t been able to train as much as I’d hoped, I will run every mile for Kate. I will give whatever I have to her and this accomplishment.

Kate’s amazing friends Jeff, Erik, and Kristin, in addition to our dear Gabe have organized over 20 of Kate’s friends and coworkers running Kate’s marathon. #TeamKateSlattery will be out in full force in blue shirts. We’ve broken up the marathon into 1 mile increments along the route. I can’t tell you how lucky I feel to have all of these wonderful people running with me!

I also want to say that I can’t express enough gratitude for all of the support, love, and kindness I’ve received in the weeks since Kate’s death. Kate’s friends have become my new family as I’ve been welcomed with loving hearts into the Badger family. They have brought me in like one of their own, and I can’t tell you how wonderful it has been to have this new community of amazing and caring people. I’ve also heard from so many people I haven’t heard from in a long time, and I want to thank you. It takes courage to reach out to people you haven’t spoken to in a while, and I appreciate it more than you know. I’m sorry if I haven’t gotten back to you- I just hope you know that your words and kindness are appreciated.

So tomorrow, I won’t be focusing on my pace or the next hill coming up. I will try to remember to smile, and feel Kate with me the entire way. Thank you for your encouragement as I run for both of us. Not matter how significant the roles we play in each other’s lives, if you’re reading this, thank you for your support. I feel truly blessed to be part of your life, and I hope Kate’s life inspires you to do a little better everyday.

To Kate, and #TeamKateSlattery

National Running Day… A day late

I started running 6 years ago. I can’t remember why, exactly, but I’m pretttty sure it’s because I wanted to lose weight. I was back home from college and wasn’t my healthiest self; between my new income at my first real job and my mom’s amazing cooking, I was definitely packing on some pounds.

My friend Kate and I signed up for our first 10K (The Big Gay 10K, naturally), and training for that first 10K was brutal. A memory that sticks out is when my ex-boyfriend (he was a firefighter and in great shape) and I were on a training run, and at about the 3 mile mark (we were planning on a 6 mile run) I threw a fit because I had side stitches and was tired. I had zero confidence in myself. After all, I was that girl in middle school who walked the mile. Walked! What was I thinking I could possibly run a 10K? I’d always thought to myself that since I don’t have long legs like a gazelle and that running isn’t something I’m “naturally” good at, I had a valid enough excuse to just give up.

So my ex-boyfriend ran off without me, and something in me clicked. I finished that run, by myself. And I kept at it with my training. I woke up early in the mornings and penciled in my runs. The training paid off, because I’ll never forget how I felt when I crossed that first finish line. I was proud. And hooked.

After that first 10K, I wanted to continue to prove to myself that I could do something that I wasn’t “good” at. That made me uncomfortable. Since then I’ve run 6 half marathons, and dozens of 5K’s, 5 Milers, 10K’s and 15K’s. It took be about 3 years for me to comfortably classify myself as a “runner,” (I feel like that label can be a tad pompous and intimidating), and even today I have a love/hate relationship with running. I am constantly procrastinating my runs. I get intimidated and anxious when I have a long run coming up. Will I be able to do it? Will I stop? Did I eat the right things leading up to this run? But even when I procrastinate, it gets done, one way or another. One thing running has taught me is commitment. Every race I sign up for, I train for. Of course, some races I’ve dedicated more time and miles to, but I’ve still put in whatever effort I’ve had.

Above everything, running makes me proud of myself. Even if it’s not pretty, includes walking, or pain, I am proud of every single run. I’m proud because my non-runners body, short legs and long torso carry me every step of the way. But most of all, I am doing something I thought I could never do. And guess what? I guess you could say I’m pretty “good” at it 🙂

So, what do I have coming up? This weekend I’m running the San Diego Rock n Roll Half marathon in preparation for my first marathon on July 31st. I’m excited, NERVOUS, anxious, everything. But I know I just have to trust in my training, and in myself.

13718850The Guardsmen/Levi Presidio 10K back in April


Hello, and welcome to my blog! My name is Brittny, I’m 28, and I’ve lived in San Francisco for almost 6 years. I grew up in a suburb south of San Francisco and though I had a stint in Colorado for college (Go Buffs!), I’ve always been a “city girl.” It’s safe to say I was born with gold in my veins.

I’ve always loved writing (after all, I was an english major in college) and have found that I articulate myself better in a written versus spoken format (I’ve been known to write beautiful cards). This blog is a space where I hope to share more of what inspires me and keeps my heart beating. Some topics you can expect see:

  • Running
  • Training for running races
  • Yoga/strength training exercises
  • Workout routines
  • Healthy eating (and recipes!)
  • Exploring the San Francisco food scene (indulgent eating)
  • Travel
  • Music/Concerts
  • World events

I hope you enjoy as I start my blogging journey!