I am a born performer. As a child, as soon as I could stand, I would dance. As soon as I could talk, I sang... I loved to perform in the living room on the fireplace hearth because well… It was a stage of course! Despite my love for dance, as a child I never took any lessons. My mother didn’t see it as something worth investing in. As a youth, I joined musical theater. That was a great outlet where I excelled and absolutely loved. But then as my life changed, dancing and singing fell away. The music and expression of my soul went dormant.

I love to run. I’m actually one of “those” runners who uses TWO apps to track their run. You know, just because. Well, I knew because of winter weather I had been inconsistent with my running. I noticed I was struggling to keep pace with my usual minutes per mile.

Middle school is a hard time. I swear kids these days don’t have those “OMG burn the pictures” from those years like I know I have. But over all I loved middle school. I attended a small private Catholic school in Plattsburgh, New York. With small classes, we all knew each other pretty well, and despite the horrible hair, acne, and Jenkos (on days we didn’t have to wear dress code compliant clothes) that were wide enough to fully consume my Airwalk sneakers, it’s a time I look back on with fondness.