KMighty

02/04/2026

01/17/2026

2016 FLASHBACK
The year the fire 🔥 got lit — and the year I let myself believe in goals that sounded ridiculous out loud.

• 8 months into Olympic weightlifting, still learning the basics… first Masters international meet in Puerto Rico and broke multiple world records. That moment changed me.

• Built out my tiny garage gym so I could train whenever the girls were asleep or playing. I still have videos of them loading the bar, doing accessories with me — their little hands on big dreams.

• Training in my front lawn, jumping over suitcases because everything was packed. My husband had already moved to Idaho, and I was solo with the girls in California for six months — packing, painting, getting the house ready to sell, holding everything together. I specifically remember coach asking me when I was training that day. Me: not sure my bodies bear”. And him saying well why not now and 15 min. Later at my house, setting up suit cases for plyos. A distinct moment in my career of NO EXCUSES. FIND A WAY!

• Driving over an hour to train at gym because that environment lit me up. PRs I never thought I’d touch happened on those platforms. I started 2016 with a 100kg clean & jerk 1RM… ended the year hitting 100kg for 3+1!

• Went to my first ever USAW Nationals and saw the giant posters about Olympic dreams. Something clicked — that spark of, why not me? Delusional? Maybe. But that delusion is exactly what pushed me to align my life around the goal.

• Then came the Idaho move. One year into the sport, no coach, no training plan, and remote coaching wasn’t really a thing yet. It could’ve been the end… but it wasn’t.

• I was committed now. I saw crazy as possible. So I set out to find a coach who would coach me remotely. (It wasn’t much of a thing in 2016!).

2016 taught me this:
Believing in “impossible” goals forces you to build a life that matches them.
And that belief — even if it feels delusional — is what keeps the fire alive. 🔥

01/07/2026

Throwing it back to first nationals in 2022

To the kid who only trained 2 hours a week. Who wasn’t quite sure about this sport of weightlifting yet. But she also saw what other kids her age were lifting and wondering how they got so good…

My response: time, practice and passion.

Fast forward now. At 16 she’s officially in the NTP and RTP and she’s earned every bit of her success with

TIME more training time over months and years!
PRACTICE aka more reps
PASSION aka desire to keep showing up and push your own physical and mental barriers.

Yall it’s really cool to look back at how far she’s come and truly the beginning.

HERES YOUR SIGN - if you want it. GO GET IT!
・・・

THERE ARE NO WORDS.
to describe some moments.
But there’s feelings so deep, so pure, the memories will last forever.
Thanks for capturing these tender moments at my girls first nationals and my first time coaching at nationals. Coaching your own kid is all the feels.
I was a nervous wreck. Wanting her to have the best experience, make lifts and me not screw up the counting too bad.
Reliving these moments .
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05/28/2025

Epitome of TYPE 2 FUN

Grand Canyon rim 2 Rim
24 miles
First you loose nearly 5,000 elevation and then have to climb over 6,000 ft out. .

Started out with fresh legs, big smiles, and beautiful views…
Ended with burning calves, dehydrated, and every ounce of willpower.

I absolutely underestimated how hard this would be—and yet I’m already planning R3 (rim to rim to rim 😅).

Because here’s the thing:
This is what growth looks like.
Saying yes to hard things.
Meeting new people.
Pushing your limits.
Getting uncomfortable—and doing it anyway.
Fueling your body. Showing up strong.
And proving to yourself that you can do more than you thought.

Weightlifting made this possible. This was my first hike of the season, but my thicc thighs got me through it. Strength is the foundation that carried me across one of the toughest challenges I’ve faced “yet”

So yeah… I’ll probably do it again. Hard things are worth it.