Who is Kristie?
traveling, eating, running, and…
Yeah, that’s me: Kristie.
I’m a writer and editor who loves to eat and travel. I often pull words out of other people’s head and mold them into books. I used to write restaurant and concert reviews in my free time (out of an incessant need to do stuff), but more recently I became a travel agent to put together groups for runDisney and food events around the world (keeping busy). I am still a writer, an editor, and even a designer on some days. That’s what I do.
- Crazy Pug Lady 30%
- Squeezable 25%
- Stay Puff Marshmellow (wo)Man 45%
I survived cancer. I live with endometriosis and IBD. The doctors like to take cysts out of me. My right arm is kind of weak thanks to two (yes, two!) ulnar nerve transposition surgeries. That’s what makes me tired.
I will spend more than some people pay for rent (month or year depending on city) for a good meal. I will pay more than that for an exceptional meal. I love to taste and rarely take photos of it, although I am trying to do that for my readers. I will travel thousands of miles out of the way to eat a single meal from a certain chef. That’s what lets me see the world.
I started running in 2011 after I injured my foot and no gym would let me in without shoes. I ran without shoes on day one. Later it rained and I bought some huaraches from Xero Shoes. Later it got cold and I started training for a half marathon and bought some Vivobarefoot minimalist shoes. I run at night. I like to eat before, during, and after a run. That’s how I run.
Why I run? Because I love my mother and she has Ulcerative Colitis. I run for Team Challenge. Then I discovered that the Food & Wine Festival at Epcot has a half marathon. I was hooked. I run for runDisney. Then I discovered Europe has more fun. I run for wine and food during a marathon.
I’ve done a whole bunch of races now since my first 5k (Turkey Trot Ballard, November 2011) and my first half (Las Vegas RnR Strip at Night December 2011), and I just keep going. I don’t like running, but I do it. I’m a half fanatic (Earth #4730), and could be (qualified to be) a MM and DD if I wanted, so I recently added a good half marathon or marathon as a reason to travel! That’s why I’m in the asylum.
But who is Kristie?
I can do a lot of things. Not all of them very well. I sometimes know more than I should. Sometimes I just don’t know at all. I don’t really know who I am other than Kristie. And none of that matters anyway. I am me.
Why do I blog?
I don’t generally write product reviews or paid advertisements (but will always mark any sort of thing as just that), although I will lovingly gush over things I love and bash those I hate. I don’t write how-to guides (well not on this blog and not for free) or offer advice on how to register for a runDisney event. Y’all do that so much better. I’m not really offering much more than a look inside my crazy, crazy head. Perhaps you’ll pick up a tip on what to do (or more likely what not to do) from my rambling.
I’m a writer; I write. And since I ask so many of you to give me money (well, donate to my cause), I should give you something back. And that something is a piece of me.
I haven’t been running much this year, although I did eat all the food in New York City for my birthday. My endometriosis finally became too much to live with and I had a hysterectomy immediately after I returned from NYC. When I find a moment, I’ll post some amazing food photos! But first, a little about why I haven’t been running or sharing much.
We go to Hawaii every year for Spring Break, not necessarily by choice, but it’s what it is in life with Artboy. This trip was a blur of Lava hikes, tiki drinks, amazing food, and great friends.
I spent a good part of my youth in San Diego, where fish tacos apparently bleed from our veins, but I truly hate fish tacos. Granted I went from my childhood protest of refusing to eat another fish stick at a fancy restaurant around age 5 to not eating fish until I was 22 or so. I broke on raw fish and cooked fish still makes me gag a little (and fishy fish is a thing and a thing I don’t like).