Meet the Mama

Go Running Mama- About Me Jenn

Who am I?

I’m Jenn.

I’ve been a professional dancer, choreographer, public school teacher, NFL cheerleader, and amateur baker… many times all at once.  I worked late, got up early, and rarely saw my husband or focused on myself.  Then I had a baby, left my job and became a mompreneur- which meant really giving birth to another “baby” while I had my hands full with an infant!- but soon hung up my full time working mama hat for good when I realized what I was missing out on with my baby girl.  Now, for the first time in my life, when people ask me what I do I catch myself saying “I’m just a mom!”

Yep, now I’m just a mom… and a full time nurturer, teacher, nutritionist, librarian, coach, crafting goddess, musician, nurse, artist, chef, housekeeper, and dreamer.  I’m a novice runner, a professional dance instructor, and I’m channeling Martha Stewart each day with eco-Stepford-esque style on such a level that I only image I’ll someday be seen as some sort of domestic culture icon.

Just a mom.



Just the way I want it.

And that’s just fine with me!

 Go Running Mama- About Me Jenn

“But WAIT,” you say.  “What about the whole running thing?”

I’m a mother runner in the truest sense.

Before I had my daughter I HATED running.  Hated.  Passionately.  When I ran it was simply to get to the end of whatever horrid mileage I had decided to punish myself with that day-  I did it with my iPod in and turned way up, pounding hard on the treadmill (Run OUTSIDE!? Ugh!), and with the form of a six week old albatross.

After giving birth to my daughter, I started running again fairly quickly to try to get back in shape.  And I hated it.

Then I stopped running with my iPod and hit the trails.  It was a step for my sanity.  I experienced quiet in days otherwise filled with noise.  I hated it less.  And I looked less like an albatross.

Day by day, week by week, I was warming up to the idea of running as I watched my daughter experience the beauty of the trails from her jog stroller or as I basked in solitude on early morning runs.

When my daughter was about six months old- after cooking a particularly impressive vegan Thanksgiving meal and toasting myself with a little extra wine- my husband convinced me to sign up for my first half marathon.  I may have been warming up to running, but I kind of hated him a little the next day when I realized that I had to train for AND RUN a little more than my all time personal distance record of five miles.

A couple years and many races later, I’m very thankful for that Thanksgiving bottle of wine and a husband who believes in me.  I can’t imagine who I would be today without my family and my running shoes!

Go Running Mama- About Me Jenn


Photo credits: Swing photo- Kerry Gray Photography; Dance photo- Marlo Wise Photography

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