New Chapter: From Ironman Kona to Boston Dreams-

 

New Chapter: From Ironman Kona to Boston Dreams-

Crossing the finish line in Kona will forever be one of the most meaningful chapters of my life. That journey gave me strength, resilience, purpose, and a community I love with my whole heart.

After finishing Ironman Kona — completing 210.9 miles between the half Ironman on Saturday and the full Ironman on Sunday — I realized it was time to chase another dream I’ve held close for many years. I first wrote about it back in 2010, but I never pursued it because my heart was fully set on Kona. Kona required everything: endurance, speed, focus, and sacrifice. With a family and all the responsibilities that came with life, I couldn’t chase both dreams at once.

Now, I’m returning to the dream I thought about in 2010.

So I’m choosing a different path — not easier, just different.
I’m taking the next year or two to focus on qualifying for the Boston Marathon.

This dream isn’t new. It just took time to circle back to it. After 18 years of chasing Kona, I finally made that dream a reality. With 15 Ironman finishes behind me, I know what true commitment feels like — and I know exactly what I’m capable of.

Finishing my recent 50-miler reminded me how much I love the rhythm of long-distance running. But this next chapter isn’t about distance — it’s about speed, focus, and unlocking the potential I know is still inside me.

As I ease into this new direction, I keep reminding myself:
Left foot, right foot, repeat. Keep moving forward FAST!

At 52, I’m ready to see how fast I can truly go. Back in 2010, I ran the Chicago Marathon in 3:47 (under someone else’s bib — back when that was allowed). The speed was there once… and it can be there again.

My plan is to run three marathons this season as steppingstones toward Boston and then close out the year with another 50-miler in October.

I want to try to achieve this before Korbin turns 18. I want this to be something our family experiences together.

And through it all, I will continue running every mile for Jennah and for others — a reminder that no one ever fights alone. On my journey to Boston, I’ll keep raising funds and honoring every individual and family facing cancer.

Maybe I’ll qualify for Boston. And if I don’t, I’ll keep trying.
The goal is simple:
Chase the speed. Chase the fire. Chase the dream. “Chase for the unicorn!”
Because no matter how long your goals take, don’t stop. One day you won’t be able to chase your dreams…
so chase them now — left foot, right foot, repeat. FAST🏃🏻‍♀️‍➡️🦄
#cancersucks #bostonstrong #chasetheunicorn #ironsunshine☀️
#chasingthesun

I'm an Ultrarunner

 

One of the most special highlights of this race wasn’t the miles or the finish line — it was the names on my back.

Throughout the day, runners would pass by, gently place a hand on my shoulder or back, and say a name out loud. Just so amazing!

Those names carried me~

Medal Monday ~

What an exhilarating Saturday it was. The alarm sounded at 3:00 AM, and the excitement kicked in immediately. Getting ready to rock and roll felt absolutely incredible. The hour-long bus ride to the starting line brought its own fun. Sleep proved impossible, largely due to one very enthusiastic talker nearby, although the laughter and anticipation made up for it. During that ride, I looked over every single name on my bib. Names texted to me, shared in class, spoken by friends, loved ones, and community. The realization of what and who I was running for became overwhelming in the best possible way.

This race meant even more because earlier in May, after seeing my doctor, I genuinely did not know if I would be able to accomplish this goal. My heart was broken. A new adventure was on the line, and my knee was not cooperating. It felt like everything I trained for might slip away. Through the right rehabilitation, the correct training plan (KT TAPE), and a fierce determination to heal, I kept working. Mile by mile, day by day, my body began to respond. Crossing this finish line proved what I needed to hear: never give up on a goal. Heart, determination, and a powerful purpose can turn doubt into triumph.

Arriving at the tip of Door County for the start was breathtaking. Even in the darkness, the stars were shining, headlamps were glowing, and athletes were buzzing with energy everywhere. I chose not to do my signature star plank because so many runners were lined up capturing their own special moment at the start. I felt blessed simply standing there and absorbing the atmosphere. “SO INCREDIBLE!”

The gun went off, and pure adrenaline surged. I had been waiting to say it for months: “Mile 1 done, 49 to go.” The miles rolled forward with shared energy among fellow runners. We checked in with strangers who felt like teammates, exchanging smiles and encouragement. The scenery was absolutely stunning: autumn leaves, the fresh smell of nature, scenic roads that ranged from smooth and pleasant to… less so. Trails added adventure under our feet, and the volunteers were heroic. So many athletes noticed my bib and patted me on the back saying, “Go Jennah,” or “Go Team.” Some even told me they loved the purpose behind the run. Those moments fueled me.

Not every mile was easy. Tears came at times (athletes talking to me about my bibs), and cramps came with force. Pickle juice helped, although it also made me sick for a few miles. At one steep downhill, both hamstrings seized and I had to stop instantly. A fellow runner kindly offered to carry me, which made me laugh despite the pain. I thanked him, declined, and reminded us of both that every one of those 50 miles needed to be earned on two feet.

Cell service disappeared, so I could not update Facebook the way I hoped. My family did everything possible to track me, and I pushed forward remembering every name placed on my bib. Those individuals and families have walked harder roads than mine. Their battles against cancer gave me strength every single step. As a two-time cancer survivor (20 years Cancer free) I know the fight firsthand. Carrying their names truly helped me through every struggle. Thank you all for allowing me to honor and keep the memory of your friends and family who have battled cancer, are currently fighting, or are watching over us from above.

A very special thank you to my amazing husband I love you babes, my kids, and others for the early morning messages cheering me on. Thank you as well to my Mom, Bethanne, and Marie for waking up so early just to call, say “I love you,” and wish me good luck. I appreciate you all more than you will ever know. Your love and belief in me mean everything.

I cannot fully express the gratitude I have for my friends, my family, and my YMCA community for the support, love, and motivation they have poured into me throughout this entire journey. The Fall 50 was one of the most meaningful experiences of my life, and I am already looking forward to next year. I intend to return stronger, faster, and with even more names on my bib. More honor. More hope. More miles for Jennah and for everyone touched by cancer.

What an absolutely incredible day. 
Now off to the next adventure…

Maybe I’m Not Done Yet… Ironman Lake Placid?

   

 There’s something about endurance sports that gets into your soul. After finishing Ironman Kona and Ironman Wisconsin 210.9, I thought maybe… just maybe… I’d step back. That I could hang up the long-course triathlon hat for a while, focus on other adventures, and let that chapter close for now.

But here I am, months later, still waking up thinking about the rhythm of the swim, the power in my pedal stroke, and the quiet battle of the run. I love this sport. I love the distance. I love what it demands—and what it gives in return. There’s something incredibly addictive about feeling fast on the bike, efficient in the water, and mentally sharp enough to hold yourself together when everything in your body is begging you to stop.

Truth is, I can’t let it go. It’s not just about racing anymore—"it's who I am."

Recently, I found myself “accidentally” clicking around the Ironman website (you know how that goes…) and ended up on the registration page for Ironman Lake Placid. It’s been on my radar for years. I almost signed up back in 2018 when it was around $600. Fast forward to today, and it’s $875. Wowza. But you know what? I still want it. I still want this.

I asked my kids if they’d be interested in going to Lake Placid with me if I decided to race. Without hesitation, both said yes. That’s when I told them: “If you’re coming with me, I want you to do a little research. Write down five things you’ve learned about Lake Placid and what you’d like to do while I’m racing.”

Within an hour, my daughter Elsie handed me her list.

Cue the tears.

That’s when I realized—this sport has become a family journey. My races aren’t just mine anymore; they’ve become opportunities for learning, exploring, bonding, and creating lifelong memories. They’ve grown up watching me race, watching me fail, watching me have injuries, watching me succeed, and seeing firsthand what grit really looks like.

This year, I’ve taken a break from full-distance Ironman. I’ve poured energy into other goals, including 50-mile ultramarathon coming up this October.  But the truth is… the fire hasn’t gone out. If anything, it’s burning brighter.

Maybe this is my sign. Maybe Lake Placid is the next chapter. Maybe I’m not done yet.

So here I am. Dreaming. Planning. Believing.

Because this life is meant to be lived with passion—and for me, that means more starting lines, more finish lines, and more moments shared with the people I love.

#IronmanLakePlacid
#EnduranceLife
#TriathlonJourney
#Ironmom
#UnfinishedBusiness
#FamilyAdventure
#WhyIRace
#Ultrarunner
#GratefulHeart
#AthleteLife
#DreamBigRaceHard
#IMLakePlacid2026
#FitnessWithPurpose
#TriLife
#FromKonaToPlacid
#KeepShowingUp

and maybe I want to do a plankstar on the "Rock" 

Just keep moving..

 Catching Up: Progress, Patience, and the Journey Ahead

The last few weeks have flown by, and I realize I haven’t posted an update in a while—it’s definitely time to catch up.

Training has been moving at a slower pace than I had hoped, especially when it comes to running. I’m not yet able to run a continuous three miles, so I’ve been alternating between running and walking. And you know what? That’s okay. I'm averaging about 30 miles a week with running and walking is waaaaaaay more. I look at as time on my legs.  

Movement is progress and doing something is always better than doing nothing.

Despite the slower progress on the run, I’ve been consistent with my TRX, Pilates, Strength, and Cycling classes. Staying committed to those has helped me feel strong and balanced in other areas of my training.

I’m still planning to tackle that 50-miler in October. It may be a slower finish, but that’s often the case with a first-time distance—you’re learning the course, figuring out your rhythm, and managing the unknowns. I’m focused on doing the best I can, and for now, that’s enough.

Here’s to showing up, embracing the journey, and continuing to move forward—no matter the pace.

Just Keep Running! 

 Coming Back Strong: Trail Racing After Injury

Returning from an injury is one of the most mentally and physically challenging journeys an athlete can face. After weeks of rest, recovery, and fighting the urge to get back out there, I finally reached my limit. When one of my longtime friends invited me to join her for a trail race, I couldn’t resist. I knew it would involve elevation and softer terrain—less impact than road running—which made it feel like the right time to give it a shot.

The race, Dancing with the Dirt, turned out to be more like Dancing in the Mud thanks to a solid 24 hours of rain leading up to the event. We woke up at 3:00 AM, drove an hour and a half to Devil’s Lake, picked up our packets, and lined up for the start.

Once the race began, I instantly felt a rush of joy—being surrounded by runners again, breathing in the trail air, and simply moving. I took it cautiously, alternating walk/run intervals and staying mindful of the slick, rocky terrain. I saw several people slip and even witnessed a twisted ankle, reminding myself to stay steady and focused: That won’t be me. That won’t be me.

At mile seven, we reached a scenic lookout and I was feeling strong—until I realized our group had followed the wrong trail. We had gone about 0.6 miles too far and found ourselves deep in weeds, rocks, and branches—ducking under and stepping over trees. I hadn’t studied the course in advance, which was my mistake, and I had trusted the group ahead. Eventually, we reached a road and confirmed we were definitely off-course. We retraced our steps, climbed back up the trail, and rejoined the course behind the main pack.

Despite the detour, I settled back into a rhythm. Run, walk, breathe, stay safe. My knee held up well thanks to KT Tape and a secure bandage—no pain, just focus.

Crossing the finish line was emotional. I did it. Soon after, my friend Ann caught up with us, full of energy and excitement. She crushed it, and I was so proud of her. We stood in line for lunch, swapped race stories, and celebrated not only the finish—but the fact that we started.

The drive home was filled with laughter, gratitude, and that familiar post-race buzz. I’m so thankful she asked me to run. Now… let’s see how I feel tomorrow. For now, it’s rest, recovery, and soaking in every moment of this comeback.

Thank You Ann!!!

 Still Out There — And Loving Every Minute of It

Last week, I finally had the chance to dust off my bike and hit the road—and WOW, what a feeling! There’s just something about being on two wheels, the wind in your face, and the world flying by one pedal stroke at a time. It reminded me how much I love riding.

That little ride sparked something big inside me. I started thinking… maybe it’s time to sign up for another 70.3? I mean, you just never know what could “accidentally” happen when you start dreaming again.

Sometimes it’s not about the pace, the distance, or even the race—it’s about showing up, staying in motion, and keeping your spirit lit. The joy of movement is its own reward.

So here’s to chasing sunshine, spinning toward new goals, and always keeping the door open for the next big adventure—accidental or not.

#IronSunshine #BikeLife #TriathlonDreams #StillMoving #NeverTooLate #StayInspired

 Why I Love Teaching?!

This morning, after teaching three back-to-back classes, and sat down with a new personal training client (more on that role another day!). But right now, I want to pause and celebrate the joy, the sweat, and the powerful sense of connection that happens in the studio—because being an instructor is more than a job. It’s a calling. A privilege. And something I’m deeply passionate about.

A member asked me this morning, “Why do you love teaching so much?” She smiled and said, “You always bring so much energy and fun, and there’s always something different!”

That simple question really made me reflect—because the truth is, I absolutely love what I do.

I’ve been teaching group fitness for over 25 years (yes, really!). I started in 1999 at four different locations throughout La Crosse and Onalaska. From the very beginning, I found purpose in building workouts that empower people to move, to grow, and to believe in themselves.

One of my greatest passions is helping people discover what they can do—no matter their age, experience, or limitations. I love offering modifications, mixing things up, and making sure every class brings a sense of fun, challenge, and success.

Teaching in person lets me feel the room—the energy shifts, the shared momentum, the smiles, the “are you serious right now?!” looks (to which I always respond: “I’d never ask you to do something I couldn’t do myself!”). It’s the unspoken encouragement that happens when people move together.

And I’ll be honest—no screen can replicate that.

During the pandemic, I taught Zoom classes 3 to 5 times a week. The students were amazing, the community strong, and the energy real—but it wasn’t the same. Don’t get me wrong—I appreciate the reach and flexibility of virtual fitness. It opened doors and allowed me to connect with students across the globe. But being in the room? Breathing, sweating, and showing up together? That’s the kind of magic I’ll always return to.

I’m sharing this not only because someone asked me why I love teaching—but because I believe in living with purpose. If you don’t love what you do, it’s never too late to pivot. “Life is too short not to pursue your passion!”

After 25 years, I can honestly say the time has flown—and I feel incredibly blessed to keep doing what I love: changing lives, supporting our community, and bringing the fun, and positivity every time I clip on that sweet little mic.

Feelin’ Fired Up and Grateful This Week! 🔥💪🏼

What a WEEK! I kicked things off strong and never looked back

Monday – Started with Pilates and personal training with some of my amazing athletes! Nothing better than moving with intention and coaching others to do the same!

Tuesday – TRX class Strength class Another TRX blast Then I followed it up with a recovery walk/run combo – knocked out 3 solid miles!

Wednesday – Pilates again, and I made sure to prioritize recovery. Took it easy, hit my 10,000 steps, and let my body breathe.

Thursday – High vibes all around! Taught TRX and then rocked a cycling class where I actually hit a power PR! I felt strong, energized, and so dang motivated! Later that day, I snuck in another 3-mile walk/jog – sticking to intervals so I don’t overdo it.

Friday – Another awesome Pilates class with my athletes, and once again, hit my 10K step goal! My knee’s been feeling good – icing, KT tape, and listening to my body has been paying off.

Saturday – BIG WIN: I did a run/walk combo and completed 10 miles! It wasn’t about speed, it was about building time on my feet and seeing what my knee could handle. No pain… just pride.

Sunday (planned) – I’ll finish the week with a light 3-mile walk/jog in the evening, just to keep the momentum going before I take my well-deserved rest on Monday.

Every day is a gift. Every step matters. I’m not chasing perfection—I’m chasing progress, and I’m LOVING the ride. Let’s see what next week brings!

#ComebackStrong #RunWalkRecover #PilatesPower #TRXStrength #CyclingEnergy #FitnessOver50 #AthleteLife #KeepMovingForward #TimeOnMyFeet #KneeRecovery #StrongerEveryStep #MotivationInMotion #KTtapeSupport #10MileMilestone #ProgressOverPerfection #50miles #MovementIsMedicine #FitnessJourney #InspiringOthers #ActiveLifestyle #MindBodyStrong #LetsGo