Vitalyte Sports Nutrition Blog

  • Journey Through My Closet- Milena Glusac

    My closet looks like the fatal hunting grounds where the couture of my past have come to fight their last battle.  Labels from all eras of my life are represented-Pink, Juicy Couture, True Religion, the $5 leggings from the inexpensive little shop off Grand Avenue around the corner from my condo.  They have all fought and served valiantly.  The KSwiss gear fared many miles with me during intense training and the electric blue chiffon club dress...yep we had many memorable cab rides.  And how could I forget the gold platform heels?  We stole the show at that epic outing Derek, Jill, Billy and I had last fall in Del Mar.  I think I can still make out the scent of chocolate martinis embedded in the leather.  So much has happened in my life in such a short amount of time I sometimes wonder how I have landed where I am.  And not just landed, but landed on my feet.  Yes I have suffered some bruises.  Usually a result of mixing stilettos, wine and great friends.  Definitely incurred some bumps too during my escapades.  The latest has stayed a year, the result of stress fracture the cracked right to the marrow of my bone.  Painful yes, permanent maybe.  As I sit amidst this melange of cotton, cashmere, lycra and linen, I am trying to decide what stays and what goes.  What staple pieces will I need to take with me to my new house.  Yes I am moving again for the sixth time in the last year and half!  What should I just toss out and never look at again.  I will leave those uncomfortable too tight and itchy items behind just like I left in the past the brutal scars of the eating disorder that almost cost me my life.  Finally, what do I want and need to add to my repertoire?  Maybe some new racing shoes for the Hollywood Half Marathon I will be running in April.  You know what I think I really need?  A black pencil skirt and some kick ass black heels.  Something I can wear to the Vitalyte office so I actually look the part of the account executive.  That’s what my title on my business card says “Milena Glusac-Account Executive, Vitalyte Sports Nutrition.”  Yes that is actually what I need to buy.

    That’s where I am in my life now.

    My name is Milena Glusac and I am going to tell you how I went from being the top high school distance runner in the nation to a seven-time NCAA All-American at the University of Oregon to a top ten world ranked professional distance runner and now to the account executive for Vitalyte Sports Nutrition who is making her comeback to the stage of professional athletics.  But the journey you are going to read about is circuitous at the very least.  There has been a lot of drama, a lot of pain, a lot of loss and a re-birth.  I am going to tell you all about that stuff.  It is part of what has brought me to where I am now in my life, I am not ashamed of it and I think many of you can even relate to my story.  Just let me try to find my favorite Victoria’s Secret Angel Sleep Tee and Seamless Little Thong in this monumental pile and then I will be comfy and ready to tell you more.

    To know me and look at me you might think, “Wow she’s full of energy, runs everyday, is up from 5:30am to 11pm, work work work non-stop go girl. She has it all together- the typical tan, fit California blonde with the constant French manicure." My life, however, for an extended period of time, represented a more melancholic menagerie of tumultuous events that shaped the landscape of my entire being for a decade and a half and I wasn’t the happy, up for an adventure, full-of-energy girl I am now.

    I graduated from Fallbrook High School in 1993 as the top high school female distance runner in the nation.  I had full-ride athletic scholarships being thrown at me from distinguished universities across the country: Stanford, UCLA, Villanova, Berkley, University of Arizona, Providence, Syracuse, University of Texas, University of Florida, Clemson...the list goes on.  I chose to attend the University of Oregon.  After all, it was the mecca for track and field. I remember I was sitting in my senior science class when I made the decision.  The choice just came over me and in my daze I said to myself, “I’m going to the University of Oregon.”  I didn’t really know why other than that is where I was going to go.  Later on the choice would become dangerously serendipitous.  At the University of Oregon I became a seven-time NCAA All-American and I also competed for the Ducks at the PAC-10 Championships in tennis.  I was a busy student-athlete.  I was taking sixteen units or more each quarter, competing in cross-country, indoor track, outdoor track and tennis.  I went on the graduate with a double-major in psychology and Spanish in three and half years and then completed my Master’s Degree in psychology in the next year and half while I finished my eligibility in track and tennis.  I had been forced to red-shirt a season because of bilateral femoral stress fractures.  Later on I would find out that the twelve stress fractures I amassed during my career had been a result of a genetic bone issue that eventually kept me bed ridden for several years.  I knew my five year stop at Oregon had a purpose in my life for reasons I could not even explain.  It wasn’t like me to trade the sun and surf of Southern California for the constant rain and cold of the Northwest, but something I couldn’t explain was pulling me there.  I spent nights crying and begging my dad to help me transfer to a warmer climate and someplace closer to home, but he insisted I stick it out because I would lose too much eligibility if I transferred.  So I persevered, as I was accustomed to during my races.  Just push through, get it done, drive, go, surge, kick, finish.  I did just that.

    But my unhappiness unveiled itself in my 5’6” 85, 83, 82, 80 pound frame.  I confidently assured everyone, from my coaches to friends to family that I was just fine.  Yep, didn’t need help, didn’t want it.  You know I’m a distance runner, I’m “supposed” to be small.  Well small and close to death are two different identities and I really DID want help.  What I really really really wanted was a female I could relate to.  Someone who didn’t treat me as an athlete, but treated me more like a daughter who could reveal her true emotions, passions and desires.  All those “feeling” were just to be put aside though so I could just push through, get it done, drive, go, surge, kick, and win.


    That is when I met Karen Nelson, counselor at the University of Oregon.  Truly a divine intervention.  I remember her perfectly manicured french nails, soft soothing voice and compassion that was a constant with every meeting.  That was all I needed.  Not a lot.  Just someone to talk to the person, not the athlete. So I left the University of Oregon and at graduation my parents finally revealed something to me.  I had been conceived in Eugene, Oregon when my parents were there exploring a job option for my father twenty-one years prior.  Ironic, so ironic.  I traveled back to my starting point so I could find my self, the non-athlete self, while the athlete excelled.

    The next few years I spent regaining my health and I eventually clawed my way back to the top in distance running.  This time at the world stage.  A few new pieces would be added to the melancholic menagerie and a few old ones would re-enter:  The eating disorder would resurge as I entrenched myself in the world of running and a family environment that was crumbling due to infidelity and financial decline.  I would see my father’s clothes slowly disappear from the closet, one garmet at a time until I uncovered the new closet they were being transferred to.  It was hard confronting your childhood best friend and hero but once again I just pushed through, got it done, drove, went, kicked, and finished.  That was one of the few times I didn’t feel I had won anything at the end of a race.  But, I got it done.  And so I put my head down, toed the line at my debut marathon at New York City that year in 2001, smoke still swirling up from the destruction of the Twin Towers a few months prior, and I ran through Central Park to the finish line at Tavern on the Green.  Thirteenth place. That year I would win three national championships and continue into 2002 as a top ten world ranked road racer.  But as the demands at home weighed heavier and I took on a parent role, running didn’t feel so good.

    I would suffer multiple stress fractures as a result of my genetic bone disorder and be bed ridden for many years due to the chronic bone inflammation.  I constructed a plan in 2007 to move from Fallbrook to the beaches of Del Mar, CA.  Deep down there was something pulling me towards the ocean.  I knew I needed out and needed to build my own life away from the drama of the family.  I did just that.  I had a business venture that failed and I lost a lot financially but during those years I was able to do something I hadn’t been able to do since those conversations with Karen Nelson at the University of Oregon.  I could reveal my true emotions, passions, and desires.  No judgment, no finish tape, no getting it done or surging.  Just being me.  Not the parent or the athlete.  Just Milena.


    And that’s when I came alive.  Running became a joy again and a lot less painful.  The melancholic menagiery, well I threw it out and replaced it with amazing friends, a few surfboards, a snowboard, convertible red beetle, two basset hounds and an amazing job as the account executive for Vitalyte Sports Nutrition.  There is still drama in my life but it usual involves trying to balance full-time training, work, weekend expos, writing and coaching jobs and of course a few chocolate martinis and platform heels.  Now I can happily say I am one true Southern California girl who happens to be able to run pretty damn fast, loves shopping at Victoria’s Secret and will always be sporting the French manicure while driving my Beetle.  Oh and for the couture left on my closet floor...I got rid of everything that no longer fit and I can’t wait for you to find out what I bought for last Sunday’s San Diego Track Club’s award dinner that I hosted.  It was quite a night...

  • Vitalyte and You

    Vitalyte and You

    What Vitalyte are You? It sounds like an odd question, or at least one that comes from someone not fully understanding the English language, but that odd little question is at the heart of what we do at Vitalyte Sports Nutrition. What Vitalyte are You represents our understanding that all natural electrolyte replacement drinks are not just for high performance athletes, but for everyone.  We all need to stay hydrated and what better way to do than with a great tasting glucose based sports drink not weighed down by artificial colors or flavors, and with the correct ratio of electrolytes for the fastest absorption possible.

    Vitalyte Sports Nutrition was started in the late 1960’s when Bill Gookin, a marathon runner and biochemist, got sick at the Olympic Trials on Gatorade.  As a biochemist and athlete, Bill went back to the drawing board to create a product that he could drink during competition to replace electrolytes and stay hydrated. What started out as one man’s attempt to gain a competitive edge, turned into a sports nutrition revolution.

    More than 40 years later, Vitalyte Sports Nutrition is still an industry leader in sports and lifestyle nutrition. We design our products to promote a healthy active lifestyle and whether you are a world class marathon runner or triathlete like Vitlyte Athlete Milena Glusac, or someone who has just begun an exercise program, we have the sports nutrition products to help you achieve your fitness goals.

    So the real question becomes; What Vitalyte are you?

  • The Vitalyte Edge

    The Vitalyte Edge

    It seems that the sports drink choices in your local supermarket or convenience store are virtually endless. With so many colors, flavors, bottle sizes, and advertised functions, how does one choose the right energy drink?  We say go with the best and here’s how you figure out which one of those drinks is the best.

    Imagine that you are standing in front of one of those shelves at the local supermarket trying to decide which endurance drink is right for you.  This process of elimination will help narrow down your choices. Every time drinks are eliminated, the shelf gets smaller and smaller.

    Artificial  - If it’s got anything artificial in it, it has to go. Sweeteners, colors, any ingredient that is artificial gets put on the chopping block. This is by far the biggest category of products you should not be drinking. If the drink is neon in color, throw it out. If it has artificial sweeteners, throw it out. If its flavors come from artificial sources, you guessed it… toss it.

    Sodium – Now that a major chunk of your choices are gone, that shelf should be looking a lot smaller. Now we have to get into the nitty gritty of sports drinks to decide what has the potential to be a good nutritional drink. Sodium is the next biggest category to eliminate. Traditional sports nutrition logic suggests that a body needs massive amounts of sodium to help stay hydrated. While sodium is necessary to help transport other key electrolytes into the cell, too much of it is bad. So anything that has a sodium potassium ratio of more than 3 to 1 gets tossed out. Go with low sodium products!

    Potassium – Now the shelf should be looking really bare. You are going to be down to a handful of sports and hydration drinks. Now that we have thrown out the high sodium drinks, it’s time to throw out the high potassium drinks. This is only really found in Coconut Water. Currently coconut water is under a great deal of scrutiny regarding its supposed false claims about its electrolyte content. Regardless of its true content, coconut water is incredibly high in potassium. Potassium is moved in and out of the cells with the help of sodium so the same logic that forced us to get rid of the high sodium drinks, also requires that we get rid of the high potassium drinks. Your body needs a proper ratio of all electrolytes to function properly.

    Sugar Source – We are really down to slim pickings on our shelf and what is left represents some of the healthier sports products available on the market. Now it’s time to talk about efficiency. Drinks use all sorts of sweeteners to make them enjoyable but the right sweeteners also act as a transport mechanism for electrolytes. The wrong sweeteners slow down the process of electrolyte absorption causing more waste. Glucose is your body’s natural sugar and any food product that is taken in has to be converted to glucose before being used as a fuel source. By drinking products that have glucose in them, you ultimately increase the absorption rate and time of electrolytes by removing the unnecessary processing of other sugar sources.

    Taste – Finally there is taste. If a product tastes bad, you’re not going to be inclined to drink it. So by removing the hundreds of the products that don’t meetour criteria for a healthy sports drink, you should be left with only one choice, VITALYTE Electrolyte Replacement. For over 40 years the very best athletes in the world have turned to Vitalyte as their drink of choice.

  • The Modern Women


    My name is Milena Glusac and I am a world-class athlete.  I am also the account executive for Vitalyte Sports Nutrition, a coach, fitness consultant and thirty-six year old single woman who is balancing a full schedule with training, work, clients, basset hounds, dating and friends.  My color coded daily calendar looks like a cross between a rainbow and that crazy art style where you flick paint at a canvas until you get something resembling skittle barf. Sometimes it is a lot.  I mean sometimes it is “Oh my God I needed that double-shot non-fat sugar-free latte five minutes ago” a lot.  I am sure there are a lot of you women reading this that can relate to the “hamster wheel” feeling that comes with always running and never feeling like you get anywhere.  As a fitness coach, I often hear women say that at the end of the daily juggling act, the one thing that always gets left out is me. The modern woman can sometimes be a modern martyr. Not by choice, but by consequence of the schedule that demands we wear 15 hats throughout the day. The mother, the worker, the wife, the neighbor, the girlfriend, the cook, the chauffeur are but a few of the different roles we play in our waking hours. The modern woman has become so adept at taking care of everyone except herself. That’s why I am here.


    What will follow over the next couple of months, and maybe longer depending on how well this is received, will be my story and what I have learned as a result of being a professional runner, a business woman, and sometimes really bad judge of men. I would love to share my experiences with you and how I went about changing things for the better.  My series of blogs is going to be about my journey from elite athlete to modern woman and how I found a healthy balance of work, fitness and play.  You will learn my twist on the standards for nutrition, hydration, and how to set realistic fitness goals.  But you might also read some entertaining blogs about my experiences on a first date or how to really handle the commitment phobic “boyfriend.”

    So go grab your Starbucks and find that quiet five minutes in your day (even if its in the bathroom with the door locked while your family waits for breakfast) to take a trip with me.  If I’ve done my job correctly, you learn about nutrition, great fat burning workouts, how to get a killer butt and matching abs, what bra to wear for a specific event and even why you should never eat a salad the night before a big race. In addition, and with a little luck, you’ll hopefully laugh with me, cry with me, and come to know me as another woman and friend looking for a small reprieve from the hamster wheel.

  • Born this Way

    Ibuprofen-4 dollars. Hot soup-3 dollars. New footsie pajamas-25 dollars. Taking a few days off from training because of cold-priceless. In the past I used to push through training when I was a little under the weather but the wiser, gentler me actually takes this time to step back, take a few days to completely recover and then go back to training a little fresher than before. This week when I was sick, I sat back one evening and actually took account of all that I ask my body to do in a typical day. I was pretty impressed, if I do say so myself, with the demands and tasks that I physically and mentally meet and achieve each day. Geeze, no wonder I need a little down time here and there. Now that I am working, I have to integrate my training with my work schedule and when my body calls for rest I have to listen. Sometimes I need to squeeze my run in during a 45 minute window between meetings or get up extra early so I can put in six or seven miles while most people’s alarms are still an hour from ringing. People always ask me what “drives” me to continue this journey. Many say “aren’t you too old to resume competitive running? Why don’t you just take it easy and run for fun?” I guess they just don’t understand the fact that, as Lady GaGa puts it, “Baby, I was born this way.” I was always the first one up in the morning at my household when I was growing up and I was the last to bed. I didn’t have hyper out of control energy, I just always knew what I wanted to do. At age five I ran a soccer jog-a-thon. It was about 90 degrees out that balmy summer day and everyone, including my parents, tried to get me to stop running. The heat didn’t bother me and I had no clue that the 20 continuous laps I ran around the high school dirt track was equal to five miles. Running was just always something I loved to do. So now when I need some time off I simply stop. I take a few days to regather and I know the recalibrating my body needs to do will happen and the next week will be a better week of training. And with a little over six months to go before the Hollywood Half, I know that I will be right back on track with training next week and my body will be healthy and rested. Not to mention I have a stellar pair of new footsie pajamas for the next time I need a few days off!

  • Awesome Recipe from Jenna

    As an athlete and a health enthusiast I have experimented with a variety of diets, supplements, and foods.  After being a meat eater, a white-meat-only eater (is there a name for that?  those that don’t eat red meat), vegan for 2 years, and now a pescetarian, I have definitely played around with my diet.  But no matter what limitations I put on my nutrition intake, one thing I know for sure is that as an athlete I NEED PROTEIN.  Even if you aren’t an athlete and just a modest exerciser you still need a good amount of protein, fiber and healthy fats.  I have always loved hummus (I love to dip carrots and celery along with pita in it) so when I came across this edamame hummus recipe my mouth was watering.  And now I am passing it along. ENJOY!  Oh and I like to pair this with my Lemon or Citrus flavored Vitalyte.

    HUNGER SATISFYING RECIPE: Edamame Hummus Beans are an awesome source of protein, but to change up this dish typically made with chickpeas (aka Garbanzo beans) try using the superpower of the bean world – soybeans.  Soybeans are the only bean that contains complete proteins by themselves and edamame (green soybeans which are picked before full maturity) have a whopping 22 grams of protein in every cooked serving.  Chickpeas have only around 14 grams per serving.  This dish also has a great amount of fiber; so really it’s a win-win.

    1 cup frozen shelled edamame 1 tsp chopped garlic 1 Tbsp tahini 1 Tbsp fresh lemon juice 3 Tbsp water 1/4 tsp salt 1 Tbsp olive oil

    Boil frozen edamame 4 to 6 minutes; drain. Combine edamame in a food processor with garlic, tahini, lemon juice, water, and salt; blend well. Drizzle in olive oil. (If the texture is too thick, add another tablespoon of water).  For a zesty kick, stir in 1/2 tsp sriracha, a Thai hot sauce found in your grocery store's condiment aisle.

  • My Cycling Challenges - Bill Lightner

    My Cycling Challenges…………..

    I have always been active (most of my life anyway) in sports whether it’s been cycling, running, playing tennis, playing golf, skiing, in-line skating or whatever is tickling my adrenaline rush. Since taking on this relatively new path of fitness and good health, setting and achieving new challenges/goals has played a very important part to me. Since I found cycling, something I can be fairly good at and be competitive without actually competing on a top level, challenging myself has kept things interesting and fun! I cycle with many that are 20 years my junior and as many they are in their 60’s and 70’s! That’s encouraging to me that I can keep up with some of the younger folks (for now) and that by staying in shape, I can continue as long as I want.

    Initially when I first started cycling, my biggest challenge was just getting out every Saturday and Sunday. I would tell myself to just keep peddling, don’t stop. Each month or so, I would increase my mileage 5 to 10 miles. I started keeping a record of how long the ride took, and my average speed to track my progress. I soon build up my mileage and strength that I thought I could ride with the local Club without embarrassing myself.

    When I joined our local Club, I found out what that really meant to ride with a group of people and my next challenge began. In August, my fellow Brand Ambassador, Jenna Novotny wrote a great blog about Group Training, check it out if you haven’t already. I found that I really enjoyed riding with a group of people, it inspired me. There is such a variety of ability levels within the group; I had to find the right group to get started with. The challenge became keeping up with that group and pushing myself to get better enough to catch up to and ride with the next group. During this time, I was also encouraged to take on Organized Group Rides such as the Tour of Palm Springs. The first year I did the Tour, I rode 55 miles which was a push for me at the time. Later that year and after doing several more longer 55+ mile rides I was persuaded to ride my first Century (100 miles). This was a great accomplishment for me, not to mention not an easy first time Century that included 6,800 feet of climbing. This challenge very soon grew to become a Century ride a month for one year. The year was great fun with an awesome riding partner, great friends and finished my last Tour with my first Double Century (200 miles) ride.

    Now one might think, “What comes next?” Well, after a minor injury at the beginning of the following year, I got the hankering for my next challenge. The Double Century that I had done was kind-of a lead in…… My riding partner and I decided to aim for the Triple Crown (3 Double Centuries in a calendar year) and to add a “small” twist, throw in the King of the Mountain series (3, 110 mile mountain rides totaling some 32,000 feet of climbing). The year is almost over and I’m proud to say that I (we) have accomplished this great feat however it isn’t over!! It seems that there are 2 more Double Centuries in my near future to join the 1,000 mile Club! Crazy I know but I’m already being persuaded for next year’s famous/infamous Everest Challenge (a 2 day, 200 mile, almost 30,000 feet of climbing) race.

    The success of my challenges has now centered on training, diet and the right electrolyte replacement drink to keep me going. Please look to my following blogs about how I prepare for these challenges.

  • Sunday Funday

    I was just heading out for my Sunday “long run” and my roommate asked me what I had planned after my run. “You mean besides scrambled egg whites, a half a bagel, cottage cheese with blueberries followed by a mimosa, ice bath and long nap? That’s my day pretty much.” From the persuasive look on her face I knew that my plans were pretty much going to be thrown out the window. “It’s Sunday Funday,” she said with a high pitch elation. “You have to join us. I want you there by 11:00. Plenty of time for you to do your run, shower and walk over to brunch.” She assured me I would have an unforgettable day and yes the brunch spot served “egg whites” so I didn’t need to worry.

    I reluctantly accepted her offer. I mean I had my day pretty much set and I make a mean mimosa and my bed sounds so inviting!

    After I ran a good 9 miles around the bay I quickly showered, put on my casual comfy clothes, pink Charger hat and flip flops and walked over to the bar and grill by our house in Pacific Beach. Two hours later after a great breakfast, amazing mimosas and even more amazing laughs with all of my friends, my roommate and I headed home to grab the beach cruisers and pedal down the bay to my friend’s house for a bar-b-que. Ok so this was technically my first time on a bike since college! That’s 15 years! The fact that I had a slight buzz going from the champagne and orange juice I downed a little while ago was either going to work for me or against me. Agghhhhh they say you never forget how to ride a bike and I was really hoping that damn old saying was true as I hopped on the pink two wheeled ride that was going to get me 3 miles down south. Ok so far so good...we hadn’t crashed into anything, fallen off or run anyone down at this point. I spoke a little too soon. Danielle decided to turn around to yell at me, “Isn’t this relaxing?” As she was looking back at me and continuing to attempt to bike straight ahead I watched her veer straight into a parked car, bounce off the door, remain on her bike all while she had no idea what had just happened. I was torn between laughing my you-know-what off and finding out if Danielle was ok. Her response of, “Quick pedal fast there was a guy asleep in that car” told me she was alright. “Great,” I thought as I was pedaling for dear life down the street, we are going to get arrested for assault with pink beach cruisers. Just what I need.”

    We made it to Paul’s house in record time with no marks on our record and totally enjoyed the Charger’s season opening game. I think the carefree nature of our day along with a lot of laughs had a lot to do with my expeditious recovery from my nine mile run. You know, I wasn’t even sore the next day. I highly recommend you incorporate a Sunday Funday as part of your post-workout regime. It’s good for the soul! Just be careful where you decide to ride your bike!

  • Struggle

    I got one of those “inspirational” emails from a friend today.  You know the kind...the ones you are usually too busy to open. The email that arrives in your inbox right at the same time your boss emails you two new projects (with deadlines due in three days);  your best friend sends you a text telling you she has to cancel your trip to Cabo (because her mother-in-law is coming to town that same weekend); and your hairstylist leaves a voicemail telling you not to worry (that the orange will eventually come out of your hair and she will graciously give you 20% off the next time you come in for color correction!).’s been one of those days and you REALLY don’t have time for another message.


    Well, stop and read this slowly: I believe in gifts from the universe. Five minutes before I read the email I was on my way to pick up Benadryl for my poor little Basset Parker (who kept me up all night) and in the most sleep-deprived manner I kept asking myself why I had to struggle so much over the past few years. I closed my business, lost my savings, dealt with stress fracture #12, and my family unit crumbled. Basically, I started with a clean slate in all areas of my life at the age of 36.


    I got home and decided to check my email while I contemplated how I was going to hide the medication in Parker’s food.  It was then that I received an unsolicited email from Victoria that was delivered in perfect timing:


    “For those days when we wonder why we have to struggle.....


    A man found the cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared; he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then, it seemed to halt in making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go on.


    The man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly emerged easily, but it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.


    The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand, able to support the body, which would contract in time.


    Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.


    What the man—in  his kindness and haste—did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.


    Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If nature allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.



    And we could never fly...





    Easily put...there is beauty in struggle and strength in vulnerability.  Enjoy your run!

  • Staggering Statistics about Sugary Drinks

    As Vita Girl, I know how important it is to drink sports nutrition drinks to replace nutrients lost when working out and going about your day. But I am always shocked at the amount of sugar hiding in so-called sports drinks. Something else that shocked me? According to a report by, approximately half of Americans drink a sugar-sweetened beverage on any given day. What’s more, teenagers and young men consume way more than recommended limits for maintaining good health.

    The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention interviewed 17,000 Americans about their diets and found that one in 20 drinks the equivalent of over four cans of soda each day. And teenage boys drink the most soda, sports drinks and other sugary liquids. The average male in the study consumed 175 calories per day from drinks containing added sugar, while the average female consumed 94 calories from drinks containing added sugar.

    These statistics are staggering when you consider that the American Heart Association recommends getting no more than 450 calories per week from beverages sweetened with sugar. That’s less than three cans of soda! Many schools have stopped selling soda and artificial juices to lower consumption, as sugar-sweetened drinks have been linked to weight gain, obesity and type 2 diabetes.

    The results from the study offer yet another reason to consumer low sugar sports drinks (hello Vitalyte!) when reaching for something other than water.

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