About me

I was always “Dusty’s Sister” as in “aren’t you Dusty’s sister?”  because he was the high-school basketball star who went on to play Division 1 basketball and I… well I wasn’t, and I didn’t – I was just  well …”Dusty’s Sister”.

Then a few years ago, overweight, unhappy and unhealthy, I realized I didn’t have to be just Dusty’s sister anymore.  I wanted to be notable and successful in my own right.  To do things that made me happy, and not feel secondary, to my big brother or anyone else.  I didn’t want to be the girl that looked at other women and thought, “I wish that was me.”  I was an athlete growing up…until puberty knocked me on my ass.  I didn’t have the confidence or self-esteem to push myself.  I was more comfortable being in my brother’s shadow when it came to sports and athletics.  My brother always believed in me.  He knew what I could be.  He was fiercely competitive.  You don’t get to be the shortest player in Division I basketball by being lazy and doing things half-assed.  But I wasn’t ready.  I wanted to be different and tried to distance myself…I ended up mediocre…and unhappy.  I ended up married and in a relationship that allowed me to be so.  At 25 I found myself divorced and ready for change.  I met my now husband and was suddenly in a relationship with someone who pushed me to be the best possible version of myself.  When I was younger and this kind of encouragement was coming from my brother, I was resistant, but somehow, in this relationship, and later in life, I was ready, and willing…and like my big brother, fiercely competitive.  I bought some running shoes. quit eating pizza (all the time) watched what I ate and ran, and ran and ran… and ran some more.

Now, at the age of 30, remarried, mother to one adorable toddler and step-mom to two elementary school-aged boys, I’m the healthiest and happiest I’ve ever been.  I’m focused, a dedicated running coach and personal trainer.  I work hard to stay fit, for myself, my family, my job, and my emotional and mental health…and maybe, just maybe…to one day beat Dusty…or should I say, “Amy’s Brother.”




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