I’ve Spent My Life Helping Others Find Their Brave

Now It’s My Turn

For years – DECADES, I’ve stood beside people on the edge of their boldest moves—coaching them, guiding them, whispering (and sometimes yelling), “You’ve got this.”

I’ve built my life around helping others reach their brave and badass moments.
Not the kind that land you on podiums or in headlines.
The kind that cracks you open, pushes you past comfort, and unlocks something real.

Because being badass isn’t about being fearless.
It’s about being willing to take the step anyway.
And being brave isn’t about confidence.
It’s about choosing action in the face of doubt.

I’ve always believed that each of us has our version of “badass”—our personal best on that day, in that moment. But most people never reach it. Why? Because it requires stepping outside what’s considered “safe”. And that’s terrifying.

My Own Brave Was Put on Hold for A Bit

In August 2020, I survived something I don’t talk about lightly: I was kidnapped and held hostage.
That moment changed everything.

Since then, I’ve worked hard to reclaim my life. To heal from PTSD. To keep showing up for others.
But the truth is, somewhere in that survival mode, I stopped showing up for myself.

The woman who once raced Ironman events, who loved the fire of competition and the thrill of the finish line—she got quiet.
She got tired. She got depressed. And she got angry/bitter – is there a difference?

I stopped chasing my brave because at some point it felt out of reach. But recently, something shifted.
On a simple bike ride, I felt the old spark stir. The whisper of “What if?” came back.
The very next day, a friend mentioned a race, and I knew—this wasn’t a coincidence. It was an invitation.

So I registered for Ironman 70.3 Chattanooga.
Not to win. Not to prove anything. But to remember. To rise. To reclaim my own badass.

This Time, It’s About Me—And Something Bigger

I’ve always believed that leadership means taking the lead.
And if I’m going to challenge others to be brave, then I have to walk (or crawl, or bike, or swim) that path too.

So here I am.
Fat. Out of shape. Carrying trauma. Starting from scratch.
And choosing to show up anyway.

This isn’t a comeback story—it’s a becoming story.
A fight to find freedom in my body again.
A commitment to love the journey, not just survive it.
A reminder that brave is messy, beautiful, and absolutely worth it.

Calling All Sponsors Who Believe in Grit Over Glamour

This journey isn’t polished. It’s not curated. It’s raw, real, and relatable.
And it’s going to inspire people—not because I’m superhuman, but because I’m just like them.

If you’re a brand that believes in:

• Resilience over perfection
• Authenticity over aesthetics
• Purpose over performance

…then I want you on this journey with me.

I’ll be documenting the entire process:
Videos. Blogs. Speaking. Social. Real talk about what it takes to rebuild after trauma and go after something that scares you.

This is about healing out loud.
Showing people what’s possible when you stop waiting for the perfect moment and start showing up for your moment.

Join Me

I’ve helped hundreds of others find their brave.
Now, I’m chasing mine.

If you’re ready to partner with a story that’s as raw as it is powerful—and a mission rooted in truth, strength, and fire—let’s talk.

Because the world doesn’t need another highlight reel.
It needs more people willing to fight for their own finish line—and cheer others across theirs.