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Moving To Calmer Waters

This week i decided to take action with some decisions that I’ve had stuck in neutral gear since turning 50 last summer. One thing I’ve learned over the years, when something is draining you, it’s time to make a change. For me, its time to retire my “recreational career” of modeling.

I took up modeling & working photo shoots for money, being published, or working free on spec mostly after my divorce in 2010.  I had done a touch of modeling prior to 2003.  (In college, or a brief stint & in the early 2000’s).  When i was married in ‘04,  I was a wife, a stepmom to 4 kids (only 1 lived at home), & flew a full time schedule as a flight attendant for a major carrier.  I had my entire family in the gym then, too.   There was no time for anything else. That was a fun time of my life, & when it wasn’t working with my marriage, my ex husband said, “you were the funnest & funniest of my 3 exwives”, when I was walking out the door. (This may seem too personal to share, but most things,  including this, were common knowledge with Joe).  To this day, I laugh about that statement.

In my modeling endeavors after 2010, the goal was to be published. I wasn’t tall enough for fashion, so I focused on fitness & running. I know how to workout & i know how to run.  Prior to getting married,  I made it to Los Angeles to shoot on spec with Medby photography for a ’03 cover  of Runner’s World Magazine.   Somehow, Vicki DaSilva was able to talk Mike into shooting me for free.   I was simply amazed.  It was the best news I could have that year as it was after the Trade Center attacks and I was unsure if I’d even have a job as a flight attendant, much less a job at all. (Also, I had to buy tickets on another carrier as any use of flight passes for work in other areas would get me fired).  Working with Mike was like driving a Ferrari in high gear.  He showed up ready to work on a Sunday, brought a ladder and knew all the locations.  He shot on high digital resolution and had light meters and all I had to do was know how to run.   He even told me if the clouds didn’t clear, I wouldn’t get used, as the magazine typically only used sunny shots (luck with the weather was on my side that day and I learned sooooo much goes into getting a perfect look).   I loved hearing about his work with Soledad O”Brien, and a few other actors and athletes he had shot for the magazine.   I loved hearing about Mike’s wife and kids, his stepdad that he surfed with, his mom, and his sister in TX.   To even get to LA shoot was insane, as a novice, just off the chain.  How did I do this?  I sent my pictures in to the magazine on request (as any reader could) and offered to change my name to Rodale (as a joke)  if they thought it would help.  One of the editors though this was funny, and even said she wanted to meet me someday.    I missed the goal of getting a cover with my foot strike and gait being imperfect. (My best advice, have a coach take a look at your form prior a fitness shoot.  Editor’s are looking for perfection.  I had no idea my form was off).   I still became friends with many of the editor’s at the magazine,  and would later meet Vicki and her husband at an art event in New York City, sometime in 2012.    Years later I’d meet George Hirsch, who had essentially published the magazine world wide.  After meeting George, I understood the backbone of the magazine.  His passion of the sport is understood by any runner, recreational or competitive, and no one is a stranger to George.

Throughout the next few years, I’d do about 4 more shoots. It was not until 2015 that I would be published with Oxygen Magazine Australia. It was a literal trip how it happened. I was in my 40’s, had been unsuccessful in getting an agent,  as I was told,  “you are too old for fitness”. ( I was number one in sales in college, so I usually didn’t take no for an answer right off the bat).   I was challenged with how to go about it.  I hit the library and spent a day looking at outfits worn in all magazines, who the photographers were and the rest would just have to be luck and being at the right place at the right time.  (If it didn’t happen, I was prepared for a “don’t call us, we’ll call you” as I had heard hundreds of time before).  If I can stress to anyone reading this, rejection notices go out more than yesses and you have to be the fastest dog at the track hoping the other dogs aren’t feeling well the day you decide to race for the finish.   Years later, the same agent telling me I was too old for fitness would call me for an infomercial audition in fitness (after I was published).  I about rolled my eyes with that call, though it was still exciting.  She didn’t have anyone else, i wasn’t even signed with them, & i was almost 7 years older than being “too old”.  They found me on LinkedIn.   Ironically, i would get an agent at 50, the best in Floruda, Foley Talent.  I’m sorry the timing didn’t work better for agency work in 2010.  It’s my belief I was too inflexible about changing my look to get an agent when I was in my 30’s.  I’m unsure I’ll ever return to the industry.

To move forward with being published, I got advice too,  from one of my best friends in the fitness industry, Kim Dolan Leto. She suggested to me I get rolling with a website and hooked up to social feeds.   I got help from JB Bermudez (Light Switch Labs out of Rochester, NY) for the website help.  He would get me hooked up to social media, too.   I hated everything about fooling with all of this.  Nothing about this goal was easy, nothing.   Technically saavy most of the time, the social media mess tested every ounce of my patience.   I did research on outfits to wear, & wrote a few articles to submit with photos.  I was published in a two page spread in 2015. The website wasn’t free, & currently the domain will run till 2020. There are several worldwide Beth Adair’s, even more Elizabeth Adair’s, but only one bethadair.com. It was what helped in the publish.  I may keep it to use for my writing goals later, I’m unsure about that, but will worry over it in 2020.  I still like to write.

The formula I was taught for self promo on social media (by Sysomos out in CA).  I had an acquaintance with the company, Mark Young, who was CFO and he forwarded me an article.  The formula was daily posts of the following: 1 Facebook posting, 8 Tweets a day & 1 Instagram posting. All this in conjunction with regular writing & constant working on algorithms (that I’m sick of worrying over) are sure to help you get published. I managed all my feeds myself. A daily task that interfered in my relationships with family, friends & any guy I dated.  I was never opposed to shutting it down, but only on my terms & my timing, not theirs.  My family used to get so annoyed I’d be writing articles when in SC visiting them.  (The same family that instilled the stellar work ethic, & no need for “slackass” anywhere at work.  I sometimes would roll my eyes when my Dad would complain.  He was the one that always stressed being thorough & not to do anything “Halfass”).  I’m grateful for my upbringing.

Anyone that knows me will tell you I love to laugh.  If I’m not laughing, it’s just not worth it.  I stay away from drama everywhere, 24/7, Three sixty-five.   The only thing in this world I have 100% control over is myself.  Anything I’ve set out to do, I’ve done.  Three NYC marathons before 40? Done.  Condo in Ponte Vedra Beach? Done. (This goal I set when I was 18.  I had my first one there in ‘01, & again in ‘10).  Porsche at aged 50? Done.  You get the gist.  It’s time now to focus on more important things.  I’m taking modeling out of my equation, unplugging Twitter and Instagram & spending more time with family & friends.   I’ll keep Facebook , to stay connected, but will axe most all friend connections that I haven’t met in person.   I needed the highest following counts I could get when I was promoting my brand, and got all of them pretty high before retiring.  I was hacked twice, and I won’t miss that, or indifferent questions from strangers.

I plan to read up on NFL & SEC football, travel solo to Australia (on a free pass given to me by my employer), & will be completing more of the bucket list by going 120+ KPH down the autobahn in Germany before the year is out. (Not sure if I’ll do this on a work layover or vacation, but I’ve already picked up 2 Frankfurt trips to research it).

I’ll  still keep fitness in my life, will lose 5 lbs., & maybe learn to surf.    Staying in shape will be a goal.   I can’t wait for football season to return.   It’s almost here!  I love my beer & I love my nachos, so the key will be finding balance.   I have no plans to exceed a size 2.

I hope all of you get your goals accomplished and keep the laughs rolling!   Work hard & laugh harder, and if you don’t want to work, by all means keep laughing!   If you aren’t happy, pinpoint where the issues are, maybe even get a counselor to help you, and press ahead.  It took a solo trip to Ireland last week to get the momentum rolling for me to reprioritize my life.    I’m happy with my decision:-)

#workhardlaughharder

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What Adds Life?

 

I’m often asked, “what motivates you to train so hard?”. I’m not an Olympic athlete, with a dossier of high ranking medals or stats.  I’m an everyday lady, with a schedule of commitments & responsibilities just like everyone else.

To answer the question, it’s really quite simple, the day goes so much better with a workout before I get going. It’s usually part of my daily routine. I do have caffeine to get my day going, too. You might wonder, what kind of caffeine? Either Plain coffee, a Coca-Cola or Diet Coke, or diet Mountain Dew, & usually not more than 2 at a time, of either of those. I did do some research, according to a study by the Mayo Clinic, an 8 oz. cup of coffee contains 95 mg of caffeine, most 8 oz soft drinks contain 24-46 mg, per serving.

I did drink regular Coca-Cola prior to running one of my marathons, the ‘99 New York City. I remember riding on the bus to the start of the ‘99 race, drinking a coke. Friends were commenting & one did say “well, if you did it in your training, I don’t see what difference it makes today”. I agreed. I was taught not to start anything new on race day. I did have my marathon personal record that year, too. (Not a Boston Qualify, but a 4:11 net finish). The Coca-Cola might’ve helped, & it was a windy race.  That was a long time ago.

I no longer do marathons. I’ve put them on the back burner until I’m 70.  I don’t need medications for blood pressure or cholesterol (my blood pressure was 12/69 last week, & my total cholesterol was 181).  The goal for me is just “status quo” for the time being.

My best advice if you are new to fitness, get it done before the day gets going. If you’re new to fitness, see a doctor before making any changes to your diet or fitness regimen.  (This includes changes in your caffeine intake).  You will find that you won’t want to miss your fitness training.   I’m 50, and at this point, I’m glad I can still maintain my level of training, but I know men & women in their 70’s working harder. I’ll save harder training for my retirement, in another 15 years.

As in the old Coca-Cola slogan, “coke adds life”, so go find something to do that’ll “add life” to your own day. Take a walk break with new jams on a headset at lunchtime, or join a new fitness group. You’ll find the laughs will come easier & any stress will be easier to manage. Make a list of the things you’ve been procrastinating on getting finished, and start getting them done, too.   If you’re new to it all, get “Clearance Clarence” before getting it started.

 

Untill ll next time, work hard & laugh harder.  Keep up the positive momentum on getting things done.

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Murad Resolution

 

Over the last several years I noticed an increase in occasional breakouts. I had made no changes to my diet, I’ve been drinking at least 2 quarts of water a day since the age of 18, and had made no changes to my lifestyle, either. The only thing I could contribute the breakout to was a hormonal change, stress, or clogged pores. Given I’m nipping on the heels of menopause with age, I had hormonal tests done.

In the course of about 2 months, resulting in a hormonal test, and a trip to the dermotologist. I learned I wasn’t in menopause as of yet, and my pores had been clogged. I took a trip to a surgeon’s office for a consult (because there i knew I would find a highly trained aesthetician), for a vitalize peel, which helped and then switched my facial cleansers to Murad.

The product itself is great! I picked it after seeing at Sephora,. I bought the Murad Acne starter kit, which retailed at the time for 32.00, and have been using it ever since. I like the travel size ones best, which in my job as a flight attendant, are perfect.   Occasionally there is an ounce requirement I can’t exceed getting through security, notably when traveling to the United Kingdom. (I usually go to London a few times a year).  I’ve tried other products, and in my 40’s and now over 50, this one is the best!

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Carpe Viam

 

Anyone in the running community will tell you, to get to the Boston Marathon is no easy feat and this year was extra special. It marked the 50th anniversary of Amby Burfoot’s @bostonmarathon win.  It was fun too, to invite locals down to FL for the @GateRiverRunJax.

I met Amby back in 2012. I had talked my good friend Marge into joining me for a “girls trip” weekend in Pennsylvania and running a 10K at the festival. She agreed to leave her family at home and take off “Thelma and Louise style” to PA.. I knew we’d see members of a magazine staff, & I knew elite runners would be there. What I didn’t know, was how much fun & how humble it would be to meet Amby.

Back then, Amby was selling one of his books, and chatting with runner’s from all over. We were talking with him about Florida and he had mentioned he and his wife were going to be moving to CT and had been looking at real estate. They had planned to set up one of their retirement homes in CT.

Over the course of the last 6 years, Amby has written two more books, traveled to Boise a couple of times with George Hirsch (former worldwide publisher, Chairman of the NYRR, & founder of @OnwardShay), gotten settled in CT and also traveled a few times to Mexico (where his wife Cristina is from).

Amby knows everybody, and I’ve even joked, “if you’re a runner, and Amby didn’t meet you, you didn’t exist”. If you ask me, he is just that hooked up with the running community.

Once I landed, got checked in to the hotel, and “Uber-ed” over, I walked right in and the first person I noticed was @DeenaKastor. She was signing books, getting photos with fans and had George not come over to say goodbye to her, I would have missed him and Amby! I quickly got a picture with everyone and was able to later chat with Amby on his current training and goals for the Boston Marathon this year.

Beth Adair, Deena Kastor

At the conference, I asked what kept him going and what his best advice was for anyone his age or near his age in keeping fit. He said to just “keep moving” and recommended walking. For the race on Monday, he said he’d be doing a 4:1 ratio of running to walking and said he was going to start training for shorter distances. Over the last many years, he’s completed the Manchester Road race over 50 times, been healed from depression caused by a C-diff infection (and was the most challenging health issue he’s dealt with ever) and has enjoyed training in CT and Mexico, “snowbird style”. He and his wife spend winters in Mexico.

Since 2015, I’ve been doing international trips as a flight attendant out of the New York City base and knew I’d be getting a unique gift for Amby to celebrate his 50th Boston Marathon. I had a trip to London, and while tooling around shopping, I was in Harrod’s and saw these great chocolate bars that resembled bars of gold. They were solid chocolate and a signature line to the Harrod’s brand packaged in gold packaging. I bought 5 (one bar for every 10 years) and gave them to Amby and his wife, as well as gave George Hirsch pictures when I saw him with friends last October, ( my running team was in Boise at Onward Shay). For many people like myself, it’s more fun to give gifts than get them, and gag gifts are even more fun.

After Marge and I attended the conference and met some fun followers, like John Young (@dwarfparatri), and met writers, Jonathan Beverly (@jbevrun), @DeenaKastor, & Scott Douglas. I got pics and had some laughs. Probably the most comical of the day was when Deena Kastor asked what race I attended to qualify for Boston. I answered, “well, I’m not exactly running, and haven’t qualified yet”. She laughed and made a few motivating comments as to how I’d do it later. Truth be known, I tried three times in the @nycmarathon, and I decided after the last one I completed in ’03, that I’m not going for it again until I’m 70. It’s a long way off, but till then, I’m crosstraining hard in the weight room and enjoying other forms of cardio in addition to my running.

The rest of the weekend was a riot, we checked out a few pubs, hit up a workout at @PlanetFitness in Revere and went shopping.  We stopped by the @BrooksRunning expo booth too, at Seaport to see some of the staff.   Marge got her daughter & husband a few things, too.

Marge is a business woman in the New York City area and gave me advice that I needed to write a blog posting once a week and circulate into a feed called “Scoop It’. This would help promote my brand on social media and generate more followers to what I hope to accomplish.  It was advised that to get your business more business, you have to get more web circulation through writing.  I’m grateful for such a fabulous friend!  I tend to surround myself with people who will motivate me to work harder and in turn, I try to motivate others.

I have a photo shoot with Paul Buceta up in Toronto in late May that I’m excited to do. I shared this with most everyone I chatted with this weekend. It will just be a blast! It’s for my campaign rolling, called “fitness over 50” and for @STRONGFitnessMag. Funny too, I was sitting at the pub @theblackroseboston and a man who missed his Boston qual by 20 seconds (and a touch miffed about it), was asking my opinions on his startup concept. It was a treat to offer advice on getting hooked up in social media, contacting a few contacts I had in Australia related to his business fitness concept and also to mention (since he and his girlfriend were from Toronto), to check out all of the @OxygenMagazine issues of the last year. (Oxygen Magazine is a Canadian magazine). I recommended too, he start writing a blog once a week (the new advice I was just given).  And, also, to check out any ladies fitness magazines, such as Strong Fitness, Muscle and Fitness Hers, and etc..

I don’t believe in a whole lot of coincidence, so it was great that I met this couple, and even if I never see them again, my “two beer stop in” to a pub in Fanueil Hall might’ve flipped a switch to motivate more health and wellness. It was funny too, the aggravation the man had with his “near-qual miss”, and the couple was entertained I showed up in a “no qual zone” just to see friends.  (No qual zone being my fun way of bypassing I hadn’t tried in a few years and have no plans for another 20).

I got the short phrase, and name of this blog post, “Carpe Viam”,  from an article Amby wrote on Ryan Shay. It means “seize the road” and when you are in Boston on marathon weekend, even if you can’t “seize the road”, you’ll “seize the vibe” and get motivated to get moving on a project. You might even motivate others to get projects going, too.

Until my next post, remember to work hard and laugh harder. I know I will be.

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Got Fitness?

I was asked sometime in the last few months, “What motivates your fitness?”. It was by an attorney. I have a diverse bunch of followers, and love it. To motivate any profession to train hard or start training in the gym or in fitness is nothing but a compliment. “Got fitness? Let’s get it going.”

To answer the question, it’s rather complex, but the goal in any workout for me is better health. Life for me flows better with a hard workout. If I can get it done before the day gets rolling, I can handle any stress that might crop up much better. I typically try to laugh everyday and usually find humor in most everything. I’m way past my twenties, and glad I’ve made it this far without serious health issues. With heredity, I’m faced with possible arthritis, blood pressure issues, type 2 diabetes and cancer. None of that sounds like a blast, but even if I had any of them, I’d still do the treatment. Fortunately, with hard training and a cleaner diet, you’ll see results, too.

I’m going to the @bostonmarathon this year, and can’t wait! I tried to qualify for the race in my thirties in ’97, ’99 and ’03 at the @nycmarathon. I wasn’t too heinously upset when it didn’t happen, as I came close once, uninjured & at a finish time of 4:16 (net chip time 4:11). I just figured all I need to do is get older, so I’ll wait till I’m 70 to try again. In the meantime, I’ll cross train hard and run casually, and likely not exceed distances of 15K. I wasn’t born with the God given talent to be, “fast out of the gate”.

This year is a special year. The Boston Marathon ’68 winner, Amby Burfoot (@amburf) is celebrating the 50th anniversary of his win. He’ll be running it, again. Just amazing! He’s in his 70’s and still training hard. I met Amby years ago, through an expo with Runner’s World Magazine. He was there in PA selling his books and very enthusiastic about running. He even convinced a friend she could do a marathon, which she later did, years later, at the New York City marathon.. Most runners understand the addiction, the “buzz”, and why you’d even want to try to run a marathon. What blew my mind was the fact he could do it so fast out of the gate. I look forward to seeing friends at the expo and meeting people that can do what I can’t do, it’ll be a blast.

My best advice if you’re challenged in your fitness or trying to get motivated to get back to training, is to keep it fun. Go buy a new shirt, keep up the positive vibe (even if that means putting negative people on the back burner awhile), download a new song, buy a bikini, even schedule a photo shoot. If money is tight, google positive quotes, & find optimistic things to read.

Hoping to see you all at the Boston Marathon, and if you can’t make it look for fun pictures on my social pages. I’ll try to find as many elites and fun people as possible. I just can’t wait!

Until then, work hard and laugh harder, and thanks for the follow:-)

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The Jay Fund Event

This year I got invited to attend the Jay Fund event hosted by the Coughlin’s. It’s no secret I’m a football fan, and in the fall, I check out more than just NFL football. I love watching SEC and occasional high school, too.

The event was held in Jacksonville, Florida, my hometown.   It is in the  category for one of the largest cities area wise in the United States.   It’s been home to the Jacksonville Jaguars since November of 1993. It’s no secret either that the team made it all the way to the Championship. I was more than psyched. I’m a fan, win or lose, and last season was especially fabulous to watch.

I hoped to meet as many Jags players as I could, see friends and of course, see Tom Coughlin. When I got to the event, I parked across the street and walked over. The wait time on getting in was easy, as the organizers were going through the line and scanning the bar codes for each entry. I forgot my printed entry and it was nice that all I had to do was pull it all up on my email and scan the code from there.

Right after I walked in I was greeted with wine tasting glasses and many tables full of exciting memorabilia to bid on throughout the night. All along each hall were tables of incredible hors d’oeuvres, and each table had two different kinds of red or white. I started with Chardonnay and that would be it, as I’d switch to water after half a glass and a few tasties from B.B.’s.  I’m not a heavy drinker, but do appreciate an occasional “taste”.

Onward to the escalator (and the photo ops) were lines of people everywhere. The first person I recognized was Sam Kouvaris. He is the sportscaster over at WJXT. I met his wife Linda and chatted a bit on their four grandkids. It’s always fun to see Sam. He’s worked hard for Jacksonville. I forgot to ask him if he’d seen Lex and Terry lately. Those two were a scream on local radio. I used to listen to them and had heard a show with Sam talking about the Gate River Run several years ago.

Later I saw some friends from the gym, Gregg Gosch, a LSU alum and former football player for their team. We couldn’t help but have a small chatski on Leonard Fournette. It was soon after, that I pretended to be catching the ball that Leonard had signed for the auction.

Up the escalator I ran into some staff from Jacksonville Magazine, who couldn’t have been nicer. I got a few pictures and headed over to the second camera where I’d try on a Viking hat.

I circulated the room several times looking for any familiar faces and there he was, Tom Coughlin himself. Surrounded by many getting pictures and with a friendly member from the Jacksonville Sheriff’s office. I got in line, too. There was no time to “talk football”, but everyone was in positive vibe and rest assured, ready for this season.

After that, walking over by another food table I ran into Doug Marrone. I hadn’t met him, but since I’m not shy, I just asked if I could get a picture real quick. He was a scream, said “sure”, and I started the trend to at least 4 more photo ops with different people, for him. (They were all laughing, too). There was a girl next to me who was so funny, and said, “they need me to be his photographer, I know how to get good pictures”.

Meeting AJ Cann sure was fun, too. He was there with his girlfriend and I asked which number he was, and what his Twitter name was, so I could tag pictures later. I could tell he’d been raised in the South. Everything was “yes m’am, and “no m’am” on any question I’d asked. I had forgotten (when I was meeting him) he had played for the Gamecocks. My aunt Celia is a retired math professor from USC/Spartanburg and Gamecock football is talked about at the dinner table in her house (and my Dad’s) over every Sunday dinner during football season. It’s really quite entertaining.

Onward before I left, I saw Todd Philcox and his wife Katie. It was great catching up. I see him on occasion in the gym and he’s always talking about his kids, Lindsey and Tyler. I never walk off without a laugh when I talk to Todd. Todd played QB for a few NFL teams, played with the Jags in ’96 and retired with the Patriots in ’98.

Thanks for stopping by my site and reading my blog.  I’m having a lot of fun these days.  Remember to work hard, and laugh harder, I know I will be.

#workhardlaughharder

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Employment Nirvana

About three years ago I was sitting in my friends apartment in New York City. It was a fun weekend, in the summer and I was hanging with one of my best friends. I had a birthday about 3 days before blowing into NY & noticed the weather in Ireland was calling for partly sunny skies. I travel for a living, it seemed like a waste of a day to just sit around in Ireland and not get some fitness shots.

Modeling is a bit of a hobby and I enjoy it, and all the more when I can get decent results from my training. I love to eat, and I love to workout. It’s a constant balance and always with a laugh. I just feel so much better when I get my workout in.

I asked my friend Marge, “how would you go about finding a fitness model in Ireland”? She made it seem easy, and it kinda was. I put Irish male fitness model in the search engine, and checked every site I could find as well as on Facebook and other social media. I was in my late forties and was seeking a male to work with about the same age, or within five years. All the models I found were much younger. If there was a 40 something, he wasn’t in sight.

To find the photographer, I googled photographer’s too, & really just wanted someone with experience. Someone local, that knew the weather, and how to get good light out of a cloudy day if that was what we got. I was scheduled to be in Dublin in less than 40 hours. Everything was done through email correspondence and I checked everything online to make sure I wasn’t dealing with a weirdo. To be honest, finding Jim Schofield was about the easiest of the equation. He had pictures online and a work ethic and said he worked on an hourly rate and we’d shoot for 2 hours and he’d pic out unedited pics after the shoot to email back to the US. We did it that way, just that fast.

I told Jim via email what I was looking for and he said (after about a day) he couldn’t find anyone fitting the age bracket. He said he could find flat abs, semi-ripped and a serious athlete, but he was late 30’s. I was late forties and told him and said I didn’t want to look like his mom. Jim said no worries and just do it.

I don’t remember what Jim’s rates were, but it was well worth it, and I never had to worry. He somehow found Brian Ankers.

My plan was to land in Dublin, hit up a nap after being up all night and then get up, shower change and get out the door for the shoot. It got changed a touch with a heinous weather delay getting out of the US and my 3 or 4 hour nap got eaten up. I landed, pulled into the 4 star hotel, The Shelbourne Hotel and went straight to the shower. All I had time for was ironing clothes, doing my hair and then trying not to let anything mess up my “gung ho” vibe.

Meeting Jim was nothing but a riot. I was waiting outside the hotel holding about 4 outfit changes and clothes for myself and whoever I was working with and asked the bellhop to take our pictures. It was a scream!  The accent, the vibe and he was on the phone with Brian Ankers, explaining where we’d meet.

Jim decided we’d be working four scenes in Phoenix Park and explained (in the car) I’d be working with Brian Ankers. He said Brian was an ultra marathoner, had set the Irish record that year in running 84 marathons in one year. 84? Say what? Back then, his personal record was 3:07 for a marathon. He also worked two jobs, was happily married and had four kids. We only had 2 hours, because we were working in between two of Brian’s jobs. I thought about getting a tad stressed, but figured it was better to just fake it. Fake it till you make it with any stress, that was where I was headed there. My talents weren’t what Brian’s were in athletics. I had been married before, helped raise two of my former husbands kids, (which is no easy task) and worked only 1 job, and hadn’t run a distance longer than the New York City marathon, or a weekly mileage not exceeding 49 miles a week. I felt a bit underequipped in athletic talent. I was still stoked for the shoot though.

We got to the park and I needed a restroom. This is where the things were a trip. I had walked trying to find a ladies room, but there wasn’t one. There were some people redoing the floors in a cricket house & they said I could go in there and use the one there. I didn’t hesitate and ran in. When I walked out of the bathroom, there was shirt hanging on the wall. It was a soccer styled shirt, short sleeved and had the name Adare on the back. What a trip. My last name is Adair, with a different spelling. Our ancestor’s moved from Ireland in the 1700’s. I decided this was good luck and whoever was outside waiting to work was the best person Ireland had.

Brian was going over the scenes with Jim when I walked up. It was fabulous. The shoot totally rocked. I loved the accent and couldn’t stop laughing. The best thing too, we got a touch of sun. In between scenes Brian talked of his wife and kids. He said he couldn’t do what he did without her support. I didn’t know then, but later I’d meet Jenny and the kids and she’s every bit as fun and pretty as he said. His kids, they are a scream, too.

We worked four scenes with about 4 different outfits and it’s what I like to call “employment nirvana”. Everyone wanted to be there and no one complained. When the shoot was done, Brian invited me and Jim to his next job, a boot camp class. Given I’d been up all night long, I was completely fried. The best compliment was from Jim and Brian, they both said they liked my energy. I’m glad they saw me this way.

Brian went on to win Connemara 100 later that year in 2014. I was published in Oxygen Magazine Australia in a two page spread in August of 2015. I worked another shoot with Brian and Jenny at the Wicklow Mountains up near Glendalough in 2016, with David Clifford Photography. That shoot rocked with the weather. It was sole grade sunny skies and we got good film. I wasn’t on point with my abs, but Brian and Jenny were. We are all still fabulous friends, and I’m grateful for their friendship.

Beth Adair, Brian Ankers, Jenny Ankers

The clothing we used in the first shoot was all Adidas wear and shoes. The second shoot was in New Balance. This was all before I was picked up by Brooks in one of their campaigns, #BrooksEndorsed.

Remember to always laugh, keep the vibe going, & even if you don’t think you got it in you, you do. Thanks for reading my blog and remember to #workhardlaughharder.  I know I will be, and you should, too:-).

Beth Adair, Brian Ankers, Saoirse Ankers, Aaron Ankers, Jenny Ankers, (front row, Sophie Ankers, Lucy Ankers)
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Fat Tuesday With Jordan Metzl

Jordan Metzl, MD

This week’s adventure was in New York City. I was invited by one of my best friends to attend a running event set up by Dr. Jordan Metzl, MD (@drjordanmetzl). I have been to a couple of other #ironstrength events by Jordan, and they are always fun. This event was entitled Mardi Gras.

I had worked from Amsterdam that day and was thrilled with no weather delays, making my commute from JFK into the city a cool breeze. It also gave me a chance to catch up with Marge’s daughter Ava, a smart tween who was working on her book report. I had done my weight room routine too before work, so the evening was going to be a “touch of cardio”.

The weather was a bit crisp, at temps of around low thirties. I’m still more of a Florida bird, used to a “cold day” being 50 degrees and was prepared wearing tights, @brooksrunning shoes, two shirts, two wind breakers, gloves and a fleece jacket. Marge and I left with every intention of walking to the New York Running Company, near Columbus circle, but it wasn’t hard to convince me to take the train instead. The wind was blowing a touch.

I had been to this store before. A few years back, I went there to buy a pair of running shoes for a spec shoot on the Brooklyn Bridge with David Clifford Photography (@cliffordphoto). I got great service. If you’re unfamiliar with what “spec” means, it’s when an entire crew works free in hopes of getting pics picked up by a magazine, or otherwise used professionally. Though I wasn’t selected that year for anything, it’s still a compliment by a Boston native to be asked to show up to this, even unpaid. I had so much fun, a few years later, I hired David to go to Ireland and work with Brian Ankers (one of Ireland’s best athletes), his wife, and me. We had a ball.

The funnest part to the New York Running Company store is the vibe. Fun people working there, a fun setup and they have lockers available to lock up your goods so you can come straight from work and get social. There was also a calendar of events on the back wall. While we waited for the event to start, we chatted with a few people who had participated in the New Year’s Polar Bear plunge out in Long Island and checked out some clothing they had just gotten in.

The run was fabulous and led well by Jordan. His following is much larger now that ever. I was rather pesky in getting a picture prior to the run as I knew I couldn’t keep up with his pace. It was meant to be “selfie included”, but I only got half my face. I was grateful I got something! I like having proof I was actually there.

It was a beautiful night to run. There were a few runners who joined us who were from Texas. We tooled through the mall, across the street and took off. I tried to take a few pics, but just wanted to enjoy the run. The Jackie O reservoir located there is my very favorite running path in Central Park. We didn’t tool over, but maybe I’ll do it on my next visit.

Central Park was well lit at 6:30 pm & there were TONS of running groups already out. Marge and I kept a conversational pace with a goal of 3 miles and stopped about 3/4 of the way and took group pictures of another running group for the leader. I was cracking up and was glad I could help. They were just so funny. It was at the beginning of their run and they were all amped to get it rolling and this was at around 7 pm.. I’m sure we were welcome to join them, but we kept it rolling the opposite way, & didn’t slow them up.

Marge had an 8 o’clock meeting and I was fried, so I peeled off and walked back to her place off west end avenue. It was worth the trip and I was up at 4:30 to fly home to Florida. Another successful day in the city.

To register for Jordan’s events, go online at drjordanmetzl.com.. Many of his events are free o’ charge and easy to get to for the New Yorker. It’s a perfect way to socialize and mingle with young professionals.

#workhardlaughharder

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Over the hills and through the Farms

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was a sunny day, crystalline blue skies and positive vibe all over the place. I had just finished taking a gander over the Cliffs of Moher and decided on the walk back to the car that I just couldn’t waste a sunny day lounging in the hotel. I had planned to go driving up in the hills and made that day my day to do it.

Facing east to the ocean, car radio jamming the Disciples jam “On My Mind” & deciding whether to turn left or right at the stop. I had the GPS ,and hit it to go to Westport.

It was a right hand turn at the stop and a clear jam. I saw all kinds of rolling hills and was careful to pay attention as you just plain had to slow down or stop completely to let other cars pass. I was unfamiliar with a one lane road that two cars (going the opposite direction) were allowed to take at once. I figured the last thing I needed was a head on collision, so I only went fast or the speedlimit when I was going downhill and in full view of oncoming traffic. I stopped once to get a picture of a donkey and again to get a picture of a cow. The fences in Ireland were fairly low and some were made of granite rock.

I got to Westport after passing a roadside section of sheep that was located across from Castletown school. I found a parking spot to get pictures and a video (both found on my social pages at bethadair13, Insta & Twitter.) The most hysterical part to getting this picture was when I hopped out of the car I was trying to be fast in order to get moving again. Two sheep had crossed the fence and were on the road near me in the car. When they saw me getting out, they hauled butt back over the fence and went to eating like I never was there (and like I didn’t notice two sheep hightailing it over the fence). I started cracking up. A few sheep hooves in the air and back to eating like nothing ever happened, so damn funny. I had hoped to get a video of them saying “BAAA”, and did.

I later posted it to Instagram (#drive) and suggested there to @tonybakercomedy & @lesdoggg (two comedians) via instagram that they do a voiceover and make it like the sheep were mad about @terrellowens not getting into the Hall of Fame last year. I had seen Leslie Jones last July 13th at the set of the @WendyWilliams show and never stopped laughing. Tony had done a voiceover to a video with a Corgi doing leglifts and I never stopped laughing. (“and we lift, and we lift…..we’re cooking with grease now y’all”,) I still don’t know how they got the dog to do the leglifts, but it was a scream. Terrell didn’t get into the NFL Hall of Fame last year and I was miffed. Never met him in person, but felt it was silly to skip him twice. The high reception count, his yardage, and he showed up at the Super Bowl in my hometown playing the Pats with a taped up ankle. Aside from all of that, he never sat out a National Anthem. I still miss the days when showboating on touchdowns was allowed. The “Dirty Bird”, the skips and hops, the moonwalks and everything else that went into who got the ball in the endzone was fun to watch. My favorite about his playing was what I like to call the “Grab and Pull”. He’d get the passes that weren’t literally in his hands and would pull them in and keep going. Many receivers do this, and it’s fun to watch. Seems to me all the QB needs to know is which play they are doing and what yardline the receiver will show up at (give or take a few defensive players to avoid). At any rate, the sheep were in protest with me and hope the voiceover gets done.

Back on the roads I passed Neale Cemetery and got to Westport . The last time I was there, no one was hardly there. It was a cold day, during the week and rainy and somewhat foggy. You could hardly see the other side of the mountains with the fog. I got great pictures I’ll blow up at Costco and have framed for my place. Last year I had driven to Westport from Abbeyglen Castle hotel and the Clifden area. I had gone around this radical cliff I wanted a shot of with the sunny day. I tried to get to it and got lost again. I still don’t know if the signals were getting lost with the GPS or I just got twisted around. I ended up in a pasture with a road on it in Sheffey somewhere, surrounded by cows and wondered if I was trespassing on the road. The cows were uninterested in being near the road and there was no place to park the car. While I was slowed to nearly a stop I tried to find a map and decided I was just going to have to get to the end of the road because there wasn’t even a place to turn around (there were small hills on each side of the gravel road). During my lost tour I had on Irish radio and the familiar song Jump was on. It wasn’t @DavidLeeRothor @VanHalen, but the song was using the same lyrics and it was a lot slower. I was grateful to know the words to something ,because being lost in the farm area, that was about all i knew at the time!  I posted the small video on Instagram (#DrivingDownAGravelRoad).

The drive was a success and I made it back down to the motorway and to Bunratty. Once at the hotel, I was grateful for a fun day and that it stayed sunny.  I hope this blog entry finds you laughing, and if you aren’t, find a way to do it, or make someone else laugh.  I know I will be:-)

@bethadair13, Insta & Twitter

 

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The Cliffs of Moher

It was the second day of my Ireland  trip and though I have been to Ireland many times before, I have never ventured to see the Cliffs of Moher, or much of the West Coast. I would either get side tracked with seeing other things, visting with friends, or wanting to wait until it was a sunny day.  The day I went it was crystalline clear.

I wanted to get more experience driving on the other side of the road, tooling to the outskirts of Shannon, Limerick, Westport and Clifden. This trip didn’t disappoint. This trip was a solo ride over the hill and through the farms to see water, ancient school houses, cows, horses, donkeys and sheep roaming freely.

I got up around 9 or so and looked out the window and noticed it was another sunny day. My phone was finally working and in the US it was 3 am. Too early to call anyone there, except maybe the local rooster. I grabbed my GPS, a jacket and drove to the Cliffs. On my way, I took into account that it was a good thing that the car I rented was small and able to weasel through skinny streets. Most of the time this trip, there weren’t many cars coming in the opposite direction. It was a crystal clear day, most everyone was at the beach and everyone kept saying that it was their summer. I suppose I take summer for granted being at the beach most of the time at home, but was so grateful my vacation was getting sunny days.

The drive was full of scenery. I opted to jam to Spin FM most of my stay in Ireland, with an occasional flip to another station when I got bored. I did spend a lot of time in the car, and was glad to do it. It was the only way I was going to see parts of Ireland and venture to places unseen by a bus. I also was glad to be back in a manual transmission, though on the other side of the car, but not a boring automatic.

On the way down the N67 from the hotel it was Usher with Ludacris, and later on another station it was the Eagles. I’m a bad singer, any roommate I ever had growing up said it, so I know better than to make a bet I’ll win karaoke or think I might be the next @ArianaGrande. I still have a good time singing though, solo car jams, running on the beach when no one is around and anywhere else I can get away with it is where I’ll sing. I’ve often said that I doubt I could’ve gotten through a marathon without tunes. When I first started running, I wanted to get to thirty minutes nonstop. This was when I was a teenager.   I had read somewhere you needed to be at a full thirty minutes of running before you could even deal with speedwork.   I alternated running and walking to songs with a headset to the local radio stations (back then it was a FM stereo and the radio stations were usually WAPE or Rock 105.) One song on running and one song off by walking. I’m always looking for a good beat. These days, good beats get me through eighty reps of ab work on the Captain’s chair per set or a good 9 mile run in humidity where when I’m done, it’s nothing but nirvana. The goal is to keep this up and not slow down, merely stay “status quo”.

When I got to the Cliffs of Moher, I parked for about 6 Euro. I was excited to see what was up on the horizon. It was crowded, with buses pulling in and lotsa people all around. The walkway went all the way up to the middle of each of the two cliffs.  The pathway went right up the middle and once at the top it was a dichotomy of picturesque beauty hat I doubt man could recreate.

I decided facing the water that I’d go to the right up the hill, and see the cliff with the castle on it. I looked over the cliff and there was a boat and a plane flying over. Behind me there were cows and horses. I did a quick video which I enjoyed, and since i had so much fun doing a video with the deer and have goals in getting commercial work someday, it’s time I practice more.  If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram, or wish to see the pictures without following, my tag sign is @bethadair13.

The view from the top of the first cliff had some cows on the way to the cliff to the other side.   On my way there, I decided  I’d stop by and see Elsie & company. (The cows who were all relaxed).   It was a scream. I decided I’d have a quick video there, too.  The best way I knew how to make it funny in the video,  was to say they hadn’t had their coffee yet. All five of them were laying down. I was hoping for a “moo”, but didn’t get one so I left the scene and walked up the hill. A section of the hill was fenced off and you were allowed to go past the point, but not without a warning that you were headed to a dangerous area & to be cautious. The other signage was encouraging anyone depressed to stop and get help. It never occurred to me much that peeps might go there to jump off. There was a suicide in my family and anyone that’s been through it knows it’s heinous. I didn’t want to put a sober mood to my fun day, so I kept the momentum going and hopped the wall everyone else was hopping and got pictures of the gulls down below and a 360 view of the trip to that side of the hill. I posted it on my social pages @bethadair13. They were just incredible.

I didn’t get to chat much with anyone there. I heard a lot of different languages, Chinese, Russian and Spanish. The most entertaining bunch was the pack of ladies were headed up the hill together and chatting on days of their teens. I imagined they must’ve been in their 70’s.

It was around 1 or so and at that point I still had a good bit of the daylight left. I had to take advantage of the good driving conditions. Had it been raining or dark, I doubt I would’ve done all that I did.

The next stop was a solo car jam up to West Port. I had been there the previous year, under worse weather, but still as cool.

I’ll write on West Port, and my trip around the hills of the outskirts of Clifden, as well.  I don’t regret my decision to go on the backroads one bit.    I plan to blow up many of the pictures from my iPhone somehow and have them framed.  I did this once, from a picture I took with a Kodak disposable camera I bought on the road back in 1992.  I was in Rome and wanted a picture of Palatine Hill.  It still is in a beautiful frame and in my foyer hallway.

 

Remember to laugh every day or make someone else do it. I know I will be:-).

@bethadair13, Insta & Twitter

 

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