What Had Happened Was…

Last year I went on a really wonderful and sucky adventure known as Ragnar. Last year I was pissed for 2 WHOLE DAYS. Last year I SWORE I would NEVA EVA do this shit again. Lets fast forward shall we? I get a message on FB: “Khrys we need another teammate for Ragnar. You in??” **face palm**

See… What had happened was: I forgot about all the bogus crap and major melt downs that I had last year and said “You only live once. LETS DO THIS” I paid 100 something dollars and it was set. **face palm again** THE FUCK did I just get myself into… AGAIN?!?!?!?!?! So this is what I got myself into… again. 2.5 days of camping. 1.5 days of running. Its a team of 8 stupid ass people that decide that running at all times of day and night is AMAZING and THRILLING!!! You have a green loop (3ish miles) and yellow loop (5ish miles) and a red loop (about 7 miles). No matter what time of day or night, if your teammate comes back and hands you that bib, you gotta get your ass up and go!!!!

Fast forward again to Thursday Oct 12. I am mad dashing all day trying to make sure I have everything that I need and work at the same time. I had to be OUT OF WORK BY 430p. Time has never moved so damn slow!!! I rush to meet Bridget downstairs only for us to take off and have to turn around because I FORGOT HER BIRTHDAY SURPRISE!!! SHIT!!!! I made a mad dash back to work to grab her surprise and we were off to the backwoods of NJ!!! The weather was brisk BUT THERE WAS NO RAIN so we didn’t care!!!

We get to the camp site and set up our awesome pop up tent. It was massive for an open and Boom there ya go tent. Everyone else was hammering and putting sticks and poles in. We literally unzipped the bag and it popped out. We threw ER’THANG in and went to mingle with our teams. There were soooooo many awesome people!!! SOOOOOO MANY!!!!!!img_6981-1

So not only was this set up camp night but it was also Bridget’s birthday!!! What better way to bring in the awesome day than with a group of dumb ass people who decide to run for 1 and a half days?!?!??!?!?! BEST.BIRTHDAY.EVER!!!!!

Alright Night #1

Night number one was SHIT!!! I slept on a sleep mat and put my sleeping bag on top of that. I also slept in sweat pants, and hoodie and had a fleece blanket over me because IT WAS FREAKING FREEZING OUTSIDE!!! HO-LY SHIT it was cold. But there was no rain so I was good… sort of. When I woke up at the butt crack of dawn I had slid off my sleep mat and was all on Bridget’s side of the tent. That sleep mat was like laying on a gosh damn slip and slide going down hill. So all in all there was MAYBE 3 hours of sleep. Because all night there were people yelling and laughing oh and porta potty doors slammed all damn night!!!AWFUL I TELL YA!!! JUST AWFUL!!!


Ok. So rise and shine butter cup!! Its time to put the running shoes to the trail and kick this into gear. Our team started at 930. Pedro was our leader!!! Jen was second. Bridget was third,I forgot the guy who was 4th. Anthony was 5th. I was 6th. I forgot who was 7th and Eve was our last runner. We woke to freaking AMAZING BLUE Skies and cold ass weather but it warmed up pretty fast.

So Pedro is like grease lightning. Last year he ran his lap in a medical boot so this year was PAY BACK!!! PAY.BACK!!!img_6993

He takes off like the hounds of hell are on his heels and doesn’t look back. I mean dude is kicking up sand and smoke!!! So what do you do?? You chill and hang out with the other dumb asses that decided this was the BEST ADVENTURE EVER!!!! Jen is up next. She is also grease lightning. She took off for her lap soon after Pedro got back. What did I do?? Chilled, drank a ton of coffee, did I mention chill? Our RWB team next to us had food, drinks and music going non stop so yeh it was on and popping. Our ultra team was AMAZING. They basically ran double what we common folks ran. The ultra team is like super hero status. Compared to them we were mere peasants but WE DIDNT CARE because we are NOT about that superhero life!!! LMBO!!! Carlos, Ma, and two other people made up our ultra team. LOVED THEM ALL… Even though I can’t remember names.

So Jen gets back and Bridget is next. Bridget  is a ray of freaking sunshine!! I call her Funshine. Bridget basically ran the same laps I was running and gave me the run down before it was my turn to go.

Alright so someone runs after Bridget but I can not for the life of me remember his name. He was cool as hell but I can not remember his name!!! Then it was Anthony. ANTHONY was COOL AS A FAN!!! Thats my dude right there!!! While everyone is having their hell in the woods, Im doing what I do best goofing, laughing, eating and making a statement. You know when I run, I run for a reason. You all know my reasons: Black Lives Matter is at the TOP of my list. Every race I commit to is for ALL of the innocent black lives that were taken. I don’t apologize for it and won’t.

So Anthony  gets back and its my turn. SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! Im not ready!!! But I don’t really have a choice because I SIGNED UP FOR THIS SHIT… VOLUNTARILY!!! Thats the kicker y’all. I PAID TO DO THIS SHIT!!!! Whatever… Let me get back on topic. So Ive got my ear buds in and I am hyping myself up because… Dude you have to. Whats pumping through my earbuds??? NO LIMIT SOILDERS Down for my N*#%$^&!!! YEH… I was ready to go!!! I got that bib and that was all she wrote. It took me a minute to find my pace and get my breathing down but baby once I got it going… THAT WAS IT!!! I.DID.NOT.STOP!!! A fire was lit under my ass and I was OUT!!!!

I ran 7 straight miles yo!!!! Master P had me on the move!!!!! Then I got to Ma. Ma was running her 2nd lap for the ultra team. Ma was limping and I was worried and went into panic “What do you need?? I got water, I got salt packs, I got chews. What Chu need?!?!” She kept telling me nothing and to keep going. But I hate seeing good people in trouble. She wouldn’t let me help and just said “Tell the team you saw me at mile 4.” Uhh ok. And that was that. I took off like a bat out of hell. The only time I slowed my pace was to make it up climbs but other than that I was OUT!!! I passed an Ultra team mate on the course and let her know “I saw Ma around mile 4” She took off in search and that was that. I hit that marker that let me know I was almost done and baby you couldn’t tell me SHIT! I felt like a gosh damn super hero!!!

Finished my 1st leg and handed the bib to the guy who was after me… Cant remember his name but he was cool as hell. What comes next?? FOOD and change of clothes!!!!

So lets fast forward shall we.

It starts getting dark. Not just any dark but FUCKING DARK. My second lap isn’t until around midnight!! SHIIIIIIIIIIT!! OH MAH GAH OH MAH GAH OH MAH GAH!!! I was determined NOT to have a complete meltdown like I did last year. I had a flash light and a brighter head lamp this year and I wasnt running my longest lap. I should be fine right?? Well I must have pushed myself to the max on my first lap because my knee was SCREAMING not too long after and it didn’t stop. Anthony comes running into the Shute and its time for me to go… off into the deep dark woods… and IM BLACK on top  of that. Was there fear?!?! HELL YES!!! I take the bib and try to run but my knee was NOT having it. I basically limped for almost 6 miles!!! 4 of those miles I was in the dark… somewhere in the woods… BY MY DAMN SELF!! I may have peed my pants a little… twice. Just a tinkle… not a full fledge piss. Ill tell you why. When you are running with a water pack… the water in your pack sounds like feet behind you!!! When you turn around though to see all there is around you is darkness. You hear every noise, your breathing all of a sudden sounds SUPER loud. I didn’t have any full fledge breakdowns though. Finally at the last mile marker I ran or should I say limped into a guy who had sprained his ankle. So both of us hobbled the last mile. Coming up on the curve we looked up and bright red and green lights were twinkling in the trees. I had to stop “Wait… I see lights… You see them too right?? Im not the only one. ” He was like “Yeh I see them” THANK YOU GOD!!! I took the biggest breath and we attempted to book it across the finish line. So handing off the bib I looked up and saw a familiar face but couldn’t believe he was standing there. Angel. ANGEL… I could have cried. I was so damn happy to see someone waiting. I didn’t even say anything to him. I just walked up and hugged him. He was like “I know you are tired. Go rest.” Later he was like “when you crossed that line. It was like you had totally checked out. Your eyes were 2 times the size they normally are and you were glazed over. Like you saw a ghost or something.” I was like “DUDE!!! I just hobbled for 6 miles… IN THE DARK and I was scared shitless!!! So when I saw you, I just knew I was hallucinating!!!”

I made it to my tent and Bridget was snoring. It was like after 130 in the morning. I stripped out of everything and changed to clean sweats, climbed into my slippery ass sleeping bag and CRASHED… for a whopping 3 hours. FUCK!!!!! I was NOT a happy camper when I woke upimg_7049I was cold, hurting, aching all over, TIRED and mentally done!!! My last lap was at like 10. 3 miles. That was 3 of the LONGEST miles of my LIFE!!! Do you hear me?!?!?! Shit never ended!!! But I did it!!! My team pulled through!!! WE finished 100 something miles of awesome torture.

My team… my super awesome amazing team. I can’t remember everyones name but when I tell you we went out there and gave EVERYTHING that we had… WE GAVE EVERYTHING!!! This years Ragnar was amazing because the weather was 10 times better than last year. The food was better this year and my team was amazing. I also saw more black people than I had ever seen at a race!!! That gave me ALL OF MY LIFE!!! But for real. I run these races to prove something to myself. There is still that little shy 3rd grader who just wanted to make everyone like her. That shy little third grader who was told by her teacher that she wasn’t good enough. I run these races to prove to that little girl “Honey you can do anything and damn it you are amazing!!!” Will I do this race again… HELL YES because it can only get better and better.fullsizeoutput_ff2


Motown Philly Back Again…

Uh oh Uh oh Uh oh!!!!! Whats up Blog world?!?!?!?! Don’t lie you know you started singing Boys II Men too!!! You just busted out all of your best 90s dance moves. How do I know??? Because I did the same thing when coming up with the title.  This weekend was much needed break for me. A sort of release. What did I do??? I went to Philly… to run a spartan race. How is that relaxing you ask?? I have no idea because nothing about that race was relaxing.  It was so much fun though!!! Bridget and I drove there. It what was supposed to be like an one and half hour drive turned into 3 hours because TRAFFIC IN THE CITY SUUUUUUUCKS!!!!!! S.U.C.K.S!!!


We made it to Philly around 9 and the first thing on our mind was: CHEESESTEAKS! We went to South street and drove around for 30 minutes looking for parking. Finally we said “Screw it” and paid 20 bucks to park. We walked for a bit and met up with two of her friends. From there we hit the holy grail of cheese steaks… JIMS. Let me take a minute to break down this place for you. IT.WAS.AMAZING!!! The vibe was out of the world. The service was simple and great and the food… LAWD the food!!! I had a cheesesteak with provolone cheese.


IT.WAS.MAGIC!!!! That cheesesteak gave me all of my life and they played good music the entire time we were there. I grooved while I chewed. Not going to lie… I lost all my cool when 702 came on. Took me back to freshman year at HPU jamming with my girls!!! Anyway after  eating and walking around we headed to our hotel because we needed sleep. Oh how we needed sleep. ZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! Sleep didn’t come until after midnight though because Bridget and I turn into 10 year old girls giggling at every little thing. Anything and everything had us in a fit of giggles for what seemed like forever.


I wake up at the ass crack of dawn because for some reason I thought that I had overslept. I was also really really excited to race because I haven’t raced since June. OH MAH GAH KHRYS IS BACK IN THE GAME!!!!!! Did I train like I was supposed to?? We all know the answer to that: HELL NO!!! I didn’t care though!! I WAS READY TO DO THIS!!! I was also excited because I always run for a reason. This race was dedicated to my Uncle Jeff. He passed not too long ago and I never got to say good bye. I ran because I knew it would make him proud. I also ran for what I always run for: Black Lives Matter. I run for those  beautiful black lives that were taken too soon. I push myself  because nothing that I go through will equal the pain that they felt. I run for them and will continue to as long as I have breath in my body.

Out of the 20 something obstacles we had, I only failed two!!! The rig and the spear throw. The rig is known to me as long leg hell. Its not very high off of the ground so the minute I get going, my feet drag and my body automatically thinks that its time to stand. Spear throw is known as “F*&$(# you” Everyone… EVERYONE.E.V.E.R.Y.O.N.E LOATHES that damn obstacle. You know why??? Because there a 98% chance that you won’t hit the target. Well… I hit the target and then the damn thing fell out of the target. THE HELL?!?!?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?!?!?!  I made everything else though. I ran with two awesome souls. Bridget and Tricia. We laughed a lot. We chatted a lot but most important we had fun and stuck together.


We were going to do a second lap but that heat was brutal and we said “Screw it. Lets go eat” We went to the bar under the stadium and met with all the other Nut job spartans. Bridget and Tricia caught up while Tricias husband Tom and I chatted and had our own sing offs. Thats right we belted out every song that came on over the speakers. We were having our Star Search moment( Do you remember that show?? Host was Ed Mcmann before he went to Publishers Clearing House). We also made up words to 98% of the songs because we didn’t know the words. In our defense though it was songs that NO ONE really knows the words to. I met up with other spartans from Facebook and friends that I have run or partied with at some point since moving here to NYC. One of those people that I ALWAYS love to see is Hershey. HERSHEY IS THE BOMB!!! Hershey is a ray of Latin Sunshine. She is a force all on her own and I love her.  She’s an amazing individual with a big heart. She is also that person that can talk you into doing some shit you had no intentions of doing. She got me once last year but I learned my lesson this year. She wasn’t able to pull me into doing lap #2 but I did get a hug. After many drinks, some bacon ranch fries  and a few hours of chatting; We all loaded up our things and hobbled to the hotel room where we all took turns taking naps while one of us showered. We laughed and joked a lot. We shared stories, soooo many laughs and just good energy. IMG_6794

We got all dressed up and went out to do what normal adults do: Meet with other adults and have a night of dinner and fun. We were meeting another set of Bridget’s friends later for dinner but we were HONGRY right then. We parked on South Street, got out in all of our cute girly glory and went to Lorenzo’s for pizza. This pizza… was UNREAL!!! It was the biggest slice of pizza I have ever seen in my LIFE!!! It took up 3 plates so me and Bridget split it.


We walked around South Street for a bit and then went downtown to meet up with Bridget’s friends at a restaurant that was farm to table. I forget the name of it but the place was amazing and the drinks were even BETTER. 9p hits and ALL of us are yawning!! 9P y’all. OFFICIAL OLD GEEZERS!!!! Tricia and her husband had to head back to Maryland and Bridget other friends had to head out because they had to be up early the following morning. That left me and Bridget. We went back and forth on “Do we go out?? Yes. Wait.. Im tired and my feet hurt… But we got CUTE for tonight!!! I don’t want to waste my pretty!!!!” Finally we settled on a drink at Del Friscos.” So drinks at Del Friscos ended with us waiting FOREVER for the bartender to take our order and the old white people next to me kept rolling their eyes and giving snooty looks. WHATEVER HEFFA!!! We were there maybe 30 minutes. We paid, grabbed our things and bounced.  But first we had to go see what I had been wanting to see since they installed it. We went to see the giant afro pick!!!!! YAAAAAAS!!! Y’all… It was EVERYTHING!!! That giant afro pick with the black power fist for the handle spoke VOLUMES to me. Embrace who you are. Be proud and STRONG  and fight!!! Be bold and not ashamed to be different. BE AMAZING!!! Embrace your black baby. Love your black. FIGHT for your black.


By the end of the night my feet WERE SINGING. The were singing in Mystikals voice “BITCH GET OFF ME!!!”  Bridget and I grabbed an uber to the hotel, changed to our comfy clothes and then went back down stairs to see if there were any cute guys at our hotel bar. There were NONE so we went back upstairs and crashed. CRASHED!!!


We woke up this morning, packed our things, put on comfy clothes and went to do what we do best. EAT!!! We hit up Morning Glory diner and basically ate our weight in waffles, pancakes, biscuits and bacon. NO REGRETS!!! We gave ZERO fucks and enjoyed EVERY BITE that we took.   I got the maple bacon waffles and hash brown. Bridget got some kind of egg and pancake special. After breakfast and three cups of coffee were were REVVED and ready to go explore more. We went to do what everyone else does. We went to the Rocky Stairs and ran them!!!! We made it to the very top, did our victory dance and then headed out to the indoor market for FOOD!!!!


I forget the name of the indoor market but its basically just FOOD!!! Booth after booth after booth after booth and they all served food!!! WINNING!!!! Our goal was to make it to Dinic’s. I had the brisket sandwich with provolone , spinach and some kind of broccoli. So we sat next to this lady who seemed nice.  My sandwich came out and I was about to take a bite when I heard this lady BELCH!!! She BELCHED y’all!!! The pictures will show you how it happened. I was like “Did this heffa just belch like no one would hear that?!?!?! You just belched like a 50 year old trucker who just finished six pack of beer!!!


That first bite CHANGED MY LIFE!!! God himself made that sandwich!!! SOOOOOO GOOD!!! After demolishing our late lunch, we walked for cupcakes and then headed home.



This weekend was AMAZING!!! I got to see old friends and make new ones. I got to see some of the most gorgeous black men I have ever seen. I ate some of the most amazing foods. I got to share my weekend with three amazing people. I can’t wait to do it all again