M.I.A For A Little

Sorry about being MIA. I just flew home to be with my loved ones because someone near and dear to me is having surgery. Luckily, things are looking good and they are pretty optimistic about a speedy recovery. At least he has a great view t cheer him up and his lovelies by his side.

Miami Beach

Miami Beach

Anyhow, while I’m here I will share a little bit of my city, Miami with you in the next post.

Hope you all are doing well.

With love,

Kay Wanderz


Run for Goodness Sake!

I like running. It’s something that has slowly become apart of my life and helped me to achieve a few fitness goals. Lately, I have been in a bit of a running slum. It’s getting progressively harder to lace up and pound the pavement.  This year, ninety percent of my runs have been on a treadmill. Which would explain why it has become increasingly difficult to run at the parks.

The gym membership was great for when it was cold, or raining, or at a late hour after work. And the treadmill was a convenient place to run because I work in the city, which is far from home, but my gym membership soon became my excuse for any major outdoor activity. The gym became my safe haven, not for convenience or reliability, but because of comfort.

I have read countless articles about people who run through every climate imaginable. The only difference between them and myself, is  they have a purpose that drives them to push through discomfort. My fear of looking ridiculous is where my discomfort lies. It’s why if I do ever run outside, it’s through a park or on trails in the woods. Where the only thing that can see me huffing and puffing every mile are the little woodland creatures and other runners who are too absorbed in the war of  man versus distance.

This fear has been keeping me from my full potential of being the runner that I have always inspired to be. I envied runners for their amazing bodies, look of purpose when in motion, and athletic abilities. I’m from a family of athletes. I’m an only girl and all my brothers play basketball plus another sport. My father has been playing soccer since diapers in Jamaica and my mother played Netball for her school. And even all of these reasons couldn’t get me to run a lap around my own block.

So I’m biting the bullet. I have signed up for a 10K race. Not just any race, but one that is for charity. If there’s anything that would put fire to my heels, it’s a charity. Now, not only am I running for my own personal development, but for benefit of others. Not to mention I find it hard not to stick to something that I’m paying for.  I’m challenging myself to run 3-4 times a week outside leading up to the race which is in a little less than three weeks. Running outside is MANDATORY, especially since the race is around Prospect Park and the treadmill just isn’t gonna cut it.


Here’s a clip for the Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon NYC, which is the race that I’ve signed up for.


And on that note, off for my first morning run of the challenge.

Keep challenging yourself,


PS.  Any running tips or advise on running a 10K in an hour would be greatly appreciated!!

Kay Wanderz

Now What….

It’s been nearly a year since my last post, nearly a year since I have published anything in my own name, and nearly a year since I have done anything that would make me uncomfortable. Now don’t get me wrong, I haven’t just been sitting on my arse for the past year. I have gone on a few of random trips and adventures, met new people, and even started a fitness challenge. Despite having done all of those things, I have still kept it pretty safe. Being safe is really starting to get to me, but nothing has shaken me more out of my comfort zone than with the sudden news of a loved one’s sickness.

Though the situation is sad and is currently being dealt with, it has also reminded me of how short life is. Not to mention, how precious each moment.I would truly be a fool if I continued going along my life as is. The restless wanderlust in me has been dormant for way too long.

I need to take a risk on my dreams. I crave the discomfort, mixed emotions, lump in your chest feeling you get when you’re being challenged to your limits. Because only then do you discover that the limits you thought you had weren’t actually your limits at all. That you can survive.

So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to take a page from Shameless Maya and I’m going to put myself out there. I mean really put myself out there. I’ll be challenging myself to actually put my writing out. Where it can be publicized, scrutinized, and critiqued by the masses. If not for myself, then for the ones that I love.