You are beautif…

This is what every person SHOULD start the day off saying… No matter who tells you differently you still MATTER to someone up top!

Phil 2:3-4 is this years bible verse for the cougar track team and could not come at  a better time! Even if you never made your high school basketball team, or you got cut from a college tryout… you still matter and have the ability to bless someone by just being who you were created to be!




Here is the update on my campaign for 2014 track season!

Help me get there:


2000 steps closer!


When given the option to do more or less what do you choose 90% of the time… 

Never settle for less than you want you body to be able to physically do!

See ALL these people sitting in their seats in the upper level glass section…. I just ran up and down those stairs making a rough estimate of over 2000 touches lol  

Every day counts even if its a mental battle won- Unknown




“For those of u…

“For those of us who can take more, he makes life more challenging to make us the best we can be…”

The best things from a person may not be in an action… but in words. Little did my friend know that he was just as important as me. Because he thought his accomplishments were small… they were big enough for me to understand and see that he kept with his dream and kept trying, living it fully without the regret of quitting. So I share this with you guys ! Who knows, maybe it will help you see that you and what your dreaming is still important no matter how small or big it may be :)! 
Hi Tiffeny,
I read your latest blog and I thought that it was moving.  I had no idea that you struggled as much as you did that day.  I cannot really know your disappointment as I never came close to competing at your level.  I was at the top of my state in high school, ran a 2:51 marathon at age 17, and was in the top 3 runners on my NCAA 3 college team, but that is a long, long way from being an all-American.  I ran with some Olympians and I loved watching them, but knew that no matter how hard I tried, I would never be like them.  I ended up getting a persistent tendinitis, and left running for water polo and triathlons (a multi event sport I guess), and I did fairly well at that, but was never at the top in the US.
I remember my state x-country championship meet my senior year and it went like it did for you this weekend.  I finished well out of the lead, losing to people I had beaten easily at districts the week before.  
I still can’t explain what happened.  Running was like that for me.  Sometimes I would turn in a PB effortlessly, and others I would struggle to finish.  The sad thing is that I generally could not predict what it would be.   
A month ago I watched another indoor in Albuquerque and happened to run into Carl Lewis who is a friend of my brother and an acquaintance of mine.  Carl is a great guy and we talked for about 10 minutes.  I was amazed that he was not over run with autograph seekers, as he was arguably the top T&F athlete of the century.   We both enjoyed watching the races.  I told him that it was such a joy to watch the athletes perform, that although I was never anywhere near this it his level, I still do appreciate it.  Carl told me that he was just like me now, that age was the great equalizer and that we were both out of the game. What an amazing man Carl is.
My point to all this is that you are still in the game, enjoy every moment of it.  A survey was done for a book recently of billionaires who were asked what they had that they valued the most and the response was their memories. Treasure those, they are priceless.  
All your struggles make you who you are.  Embrace them for God does have a plan for all of us.  For those of us who can take more, he makes life more challenging to make us the best we can be.  It may be that the inner strength you develop from this is not fully evident in your T&F performance, but I believe that there will be a day when you look back on this and realize its importance.
I wish you all the best.

Your “Lot”


Hey Friends!

I figured I have not written a Blog in about a year so why not do it now lol hahahah!

I was recently told that if you love something so much you should enjoy every moment of it! Despite what others will tell you, who will make you feel inferior or that you will never be good enough. I feel like that has be the hardest part of the journey.

We start with the recap of 2014 USA Indoor season.

Every day is the same thing in terms of track, work, friends, and family. This year I decided to take a look back on everything that I was doing and just enjoy the “lot” that God has give me meaning have fun and have joy in every situation. I struggle a lot of the time with doing way to much at a one time. Mainly because I love people! There are times when you just have to say that you can not do everything faced in your path.

I decided to dedicate my season and career to an awesome God who gave me the ability to even get out there and walk. And to another person who rain or shine, good or bad told me I was still  the best person out there. But the true test was yesterday.

I went into the battle of USA indoors ready, suited with armor, and mentally able to handle anything that could have possibly happened. Hydrated, stretched, got a massage, I mean I really prepared to just go out and get it DONE!

So the time comes… Spikes are on, I bow to my knees like every meet before I leave my room and ask God to let me come out of this competition humble… the same way I intend on going into it.

SET > GO!!! Gun goes off…

Late start out the blocks and I go to make a move over the second hurdle to get back into the competition….come on body… or not…. nothing…. :/. The time was below what I wanted but not bad.

We are off to HIGH JUMP one of my money events! Confident  and ready to go I come in at a hight of about 5 feet 2 inches. Warm ups were great and things were looking good! THEN I fall short 3 bars below the hight that I warmed up with. I sat down and could not figure out why I felt so great but I clearly just missed the bar… I only cleared a hight of 5’4 falling below the high of 5’8 I made the only 2 weeks before.

Disappointed I continue to press forward. My coach is texting me to grind it out and I am sure that I will get it back in shot put! For everyone who knows me .. I CAN THROW! But it has not always been that way lol ask Mike Barnett.

I get in the ring, nose running from allergies and take my first attempt- 12.02. I sit there in confusion of how I just threw that? I have not thrown anything under 13 meters in the past 3 weeks of my season.  I go up for my second attempt only 12.09. At this point I am ( excuse the French) Pi$$ed OFF. Why was this not going the way it should? Maybe my leg is not hitting first? OR maybe I am pulling my elbow in? I get into my last and final throw, completely ready to turn on anything I had left and threw 12.71. Better but not satisfied at all.

Next we have long jump! Another money event of mine but the least consistent. My warmups were looking great and I was ready to go! I get my mind together telling myself that I don’t have to do anything that I have not already done before. 1,2,3,4,5,6..,1,2,3,4,5,6, …4,3,2, BOOM I take off the board for a foul. I shake off sand, move my mark back a little and gear up for jump 2. I do the same thing controlled and aggressive more importantly ready to stay aggressive into my jump. I count down and take off but nothing happens. My leg drags in the sand and its like my whole body went to mush. I jump 16 feet 6 inches, WAY under my PR and average jump even if i have a deathly sickness. I walk out of the sand pit in shock, sit down and ask God what the heck is going on. I prop my legs up and sit until my last attempt.

At this point I am ready to just bring it… I mean there was no way that I was going out with a 16 foot jump and i could not possibly jump worse could I? I gear up and come down the run way using the approach I have done every single day for the past 5 months. I take off in a great position, keep my arms moving, extend out into the sand, roll over and out of the pit. That HAD to be better I thought… I walk to the side and listen for the official to read the mark. 4.99 my heart drops and I immediately start to tear up. Did I really just jump 16 feet again. There was NO WAY The jumped felt better and looked further. I walk back to my stuff, head held down in complete shame and disappointment.. more so embarrassment.

I knew it was over at that point I had ruined my score and attempt to PR over all. I called my coach in the middle of comp ( which its illegal to have electronics in the infield) but I didn’t even care. Im in the middle of the comp BALLING quietly trying to figure out what to say because I had no reason to not jump well. I was not hurt?

He tells me that sometimes you just have “those” meets. Not even able to control tears at that point I walk with all of my stuff to a corner in the convention center trying to hide the tears rolling down face. Im way to strong to have my feelings hurt… right?  Trying to hold back I ask god what the heck he was doing right now because this is NOT the way this cookie was suppose to crumble.

My coach calls me back, choked up trying to hold it together he asks me if im ok. I answer him short trying to say the least amount of words as possible to stop from crying. He tells me ” Tiff, I know you are disappointed and you don’t want to hear this but this will all make since one day.” Just go out and finish it strong in the 800.

Any one who knows me can agree that after destroying any possible chance of me scoring well that LAST thing I wanted to do was run an 800 with a bunch of girls 12 seconds faster than my PR in the event.

I tell him ok, and continue crying. My roommate for USA indoors comes up and tries her best to comfort me and tells me that if I don’t run this I will regret it. She is a 60m Hurdler so the pain of an 800 is unknown lol.

I toe the line in arena and the gun goes off. I try not to even think about the time im coming through at, I just wanted to look at the girls ponytail in front of me and go. That lasted for about 500m of the race and I surly faded away into last. I did finish strong and did not even collapse a the end but it was still not a good run.

I finished the pent that day with every monday  (puke session) workout in mind, waking up at 5:20am to get to weights, and 4 hr long practices, all lost in the tears of disappointment time and time again. I go to the restroom and just cry to myself and ask God what was I suppose to get from this?? All I wanted to do was be top 5 its not like I was going out to be an american record holder ( which actually happened to one of the girls lol ).

I packed my stuff up got a massage, and still continued crying as I did a cool down and stretched. With red eyes and a bag, I walk back head down to my hotel room holding a dead phone, and beyond saddened spirit.

The moral of this is …. well I am still not sure lol maybe God has something better in store for me? I have been told by multiple people that this year has to be good or I should give this up…   To me its not about indoor or outdoor. Its about being able to compete at an elite level and doing well to give him glory because I love it. There are a lot of people that wish that they could make it to USA indoor championships to even get the chance to do bad lol. And here I am crying over getting last place with a finish 300 points under what I scored in the pent to get there ( sarcasm)…

I guess it comes to this, God was still there when I jumped 16 feet, the same way he was there when I jumped 19 and he will be there when i jump 20 feet! I feel like when I  don’t do well he just leaves me out for wolves because he is busy paying attention to the people that  everyone tells me by action or voice”matter more”.

Well guys this is FALSE! because everyone matters. I may not be a world class multi now, but that does not mean I won’t be the best USA one that I am capable of. Yes I will fall short at times, it will hurt, I will cry, and will face embarrassment, but that does not mean that your dreams stop and  your talents are taken. The fight is being beaten and getting back up. You will never appreciate what it means to make it if you have never failed trying.

So as I pack up and leave New Mexico I know that nothing changes. I will still be the first one on the field and the last one. I will still praise God for his blessings. And most importantly I will thank God for the ability to use me and my heartaches to show his grace and love to smile and be joyful in others accomplishments as I wait patiently for mine.

Trust, Faith and Hope in what you have had and what you will have!

Thoughts for outdoor:

Realize that you ARE an elite USA Multi to COMPETE like one!


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London 2012

It has been a blast in London! Got a chance to see the palace, tour the streets and city seeing Big Ben, the London eye, the cathedral, portobello markets, meet amazing athletes from all over the world, hang out with the most amazing training group and friends I could ask for, and more importantly just live life!

So grateful for the people that have helped us out on this trip and have taken care of us. I got a chance to see the heptathlon!!! Along with water polo and volleyball! Seeing this all first hand is awesome and such a blessing. Never would I have ever thought that I would be in this position and I’m so grateful for the opportunity.

Happy birthday Bre! Lol hahha guess everyone can’t say they turned 21 in Europe hahaha 🙂

Let’s see what happens the last day in London ;)!!!





Another night of fire works


People are placed on this earth to be in “ships” with each other. Friendships relationships and most importantly hardships. Anything can be overcome with a valued person by your side. Oh how I miss my old Fiji sports ministry team. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about the “ships” that I created and shared with all of you! I also will not for get 2 years ago yesterday we were in one if the best places of our life! Happy 4th and I love you all!

HEP 3 of 3… the never endeing 200 meter run

Next I went off to the Olympic development center for another heptathlon in San Diego. This was such a great thing because Ethan, Milika, Eugene, and JT, all friends from the sports ministry were there supporting and competing. JT is such an awesome jumps coach and friend and was there for the whole meet!

The first couple of events were rocky I ran 14.07 in hurdles, cleared a higher bar in high jump 1.64, but threw way lower in shot than in Texas( 11.89 meters).


Next was the 200, after running the fastest time of my life with the best block start ever we cross the finish line and wait for our times only to have them tell us that we had to re-run the race. They had put us on the wrong marks for the 200 and we had 35 minuets to recover. Upset at first I got over it and chilled around until it was time to run. Mentally I tried to tell myself that I could do this so when the gun went off I took off as fast as I could… only to see the rest of the comp passing me way faster than they had before in the other race. I sat and waited for the time  26.02 way slower than what I needed. I instantly started to think why the heck this had to happen at this meet, upset and in tears I called my coach and wanted to quit. He told me to wake up in the morning and see how I feel and to keep going. After balling to JT, Jake, and the meet director about what had happened ( on my birthday I might add) I went back to the hotel and got ready for the next day.

Day two came around and I had made some promises to people that tried to cheer me up that I had to keep.  I got out on the Long jump run way and did what I knew I could do at practice. I prayed before I left my room and told God that I was just going to go out and do what I can do for him and hope that it is good enough. I told JT 5.80 in long jump, 145 feet in jav and 2:25 in the 800 will give me a score of 5500 points ( 100 points off the trials B standard).

With those marks in mind I came down the runway  and jumped 5.76 a season and PB mark. Then I wen to Jav and threw 40.41 meters just shy of my PB and what I wanted to throw. With the last event at hand I went out thinking what Jake tells me every time… suck it up and RUN. I knew that I had to come through at 69 seconds or lower to run 2:25. The gun went off and I went off, coming through the first lap at exactly 69 seconds! The only part that sucked was that the tuck in behind someone strategy that Jake had taught me when running in head wind would not happen I was the middle of the race. There was one girl ahead of me by about 7 meters and the rest of the field behind me. Facing a fierce wind on the back stretch I passed the line at 2:28.

I had the worst first day and wanted to quit, but because of the people around me I kept going and ended up getting a PB of 5363.

I would not chance ANY thing about what has happened to me over the past month of competing. Gods timing is amazing to see and each day I run I see that. I am blessed to have friends that I can count on who are also athletes that despite the amount of time they have been in the sport, need a little prayer and support from others around them. THAT is what being called to do what you love is about ;-).