It’s okay to eat ice cream at 8:30am when you’ve already traversed 13.1 miles, especially if you ran them hard.

PR for me, PR for The Mormon, and a sub-2:00 at elevation for Jess.

Now for a day of adventuring!

It’s okay to eat ice cream at 8:30am when you’ve already traversed 13.1 miles, especially if you ran them hard.

PR for me, PR for The Mormon, and a sub-2:00 at elevation for Jess.

Now for a day of adventuring!

Cow Harbor 10 finished, 10k race achievment finally unlocked!
Perfect race weather. Overcast, breezy, and 65 with low humidity.
When I was lining up at the start, a bunch of people called my name. I turned around, and it was a gaggle of my high school friends. Back in December I helped them get started with their half marathon training. (Ballsy first race, ladies!) My childhood best friend was there, too. Incidentally, her first race was also a half, and she had looked to me for some training advice. “How funny is this?” she asked. “You helped us all start running. Now here we all are! Full circle.”
Swoon.
Sarah and I, my childhood best friend, had freakishly similar paces, so we ran together the entire way.

10k/6.2 miles.
1:07:56.
10:56 pace.

Instant PR! My favorite.
I didn’t run with a cow bell (mistake), but I was still that completely annoying runner who screamed too much and tried to get the spectators excited and yelled at people smoking on the race course (Rude.) and smiled way more than anyone running up James Street should ever be allowed to smile.
Have I ever mentioned that I love running? I love running.

Cow Harbor 10 finished, 10k race achievment finally unlocked!

Perfect race weather. Overcast, breezy, and 65 with low humidity.

When I was lining up at the start, a bunch of people called my name. I turned around, and it was a gaggle of my high school friends. Back in December I helped them get started with their half marathon training. (Ballsy first race, ladies!) My childhood best friend was there, too. Incidentally, her first race was also a half, and she had looked to me for some training advice. “How funny is this?” she asked. “You helped us all start running. Now here we all are! Full circle.”

Swoon.

Sarah and I, my childhood best friend, had freakishly similar paces, so we ran together the entire way.

10k/6.2 miles.

1:07:56.

10:56 pace.

Instant PR! My favorite.

I didn’t run with a cow bell (mistake), but I was still that completely annoying runner who screamed too much and tried to get the spectators excited and yelled at people smoking on the race course (Rude.) and smiled way more than anyone running up James Street should ever be allowed to smile.

Have I ever mentioned that I love running? I love running.

Inaugural 4 Mile Warrior Run

I did nothing right. Do not follow my example. It’s terrible.

This morning was so comedic. Such a mess. I can’t even.

With a ~20# ruck:

Warmup

  • 3.2 miles.
  • 35:12.
  • 11:00 pace.

Warrior Run

  • 4.0 miles.
  • 49:05.
  • 12:17.

Cooldown

  • 3.2 miles.
  • 51:32.
  • 16:07 pace.
This race benefited the Wounded Warrior Project and Cow Harbor Warriors.

Great race. Very well organized, lots of post-race refreshments, 106 raffle packages (SO MANY! and your bib number = your entry), the course was very clearly marked and manned by lots of volunteers, and at every mile marker they had someone calling out splits.

It was hilly, humid, and sunny. Obviously once the race ended, the temperatures dropped and the storm clouds rolled in. Because my life.

Other things:

  • This race’s pace was slower than both of my marathons.
  • A dude ran it in a wool suit and fedora.
  • I met a guy who went to my school. We lived next to the same meth house, but on opposite sides (and a few years apart).
  • I took seven plums, three Clif bars, one orange and put them in my ruck after the race. I am not ashamed. They had so much leftover! There were also bakery-fresh chocolate chip cookies, but that didn’t intrigue me for reasons. And coconut water, but: gross.
  • They were also handing out freezer pops made out of electrolyte drinks. SO SMART. And they were tasty. They retail for $2 each. SO STUPID.

Oh, New Orleans. How you mess with my head. And my hydration.

Regardless of how well your training runs go, all of that might will fly out the window when you try to race in weather that’s 40 degrees warmer than you’re used to.

Let’s start off with my goals for this race:

  1. 4:50. (this is obviously a stars-are-aligning goal)
  2. Sub-5:00.
  3. PR (sub-5:18:51).
  4. Finish.
At the half marathon turnoff, I felt confident in my ability to achieve goal #2. By mile 20, I was questioning the feasibility of goal #4.

I underestimated you, New Orleans. Never again.

I’m not into serious recaps, but if you’d like to follow my stream of consciousness about my second marathon, feel free to click through.

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Somerville Jingle Bell Run with Reluctant dooooone.
Not dead yet.
Time to find a beer for Reluctant to get some use out of her medal. And maybe some jackets.

Somerville Jingle Bell Run with Reluctant dooooone.

Not dead yet.

Time to find a beer for Reluctant to get some use out of her medal. And maybe some jackets.

Run a trail half-marathon, get half of a ribbon.
May the Fork be with you.

Run a trail half-marathon, get half of a ribbon.

May the Fork be with you.

Oh, what a difference a year makes.

In January of this year, I weighed in at 221 pounds, I was pretty unhappy very depressed, and I could barely run 3 miles.

I now care little about my weight (though I’ve lost a bunch), I am the happiest I’ve ever been, and on Sunday, I learned that I can run 26.2 miles without walking a single step. And apparently I can smile the entire time.

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(be warned; this puppy is photo heavy!)

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In case anyone is wondering what running a marathon is like between miles 16 and the finish, here’s some insight.  Most likely atypical, because I’m a bit of a freak.

This video contains:

  • two boroughs
  • 10.2 miles
  • a lot of smiles and WOO!s
  • a list of things I love
  • karaoke at mile 21ish
  • COW BELL
  • a marathoner

I think I brought WE SO EXCITED to new levels.

Soaring Wings Half Marathon Recap

For those who aren’t bored of the recaps yet, here’s mine. Not to be confused with a Conway recap, which may or may not happen.  Before we start, let’s set the scene:

  • In June, I ran a half-marathon in 2:45 (12:36 pace).
  • Before this past weekend, my best 10-mile time was 1:57 (11:42 pace). That was before I tore my peroneal tendon in March.
  • On Wednesday, I dropped a barbell (45 lbs) on my right foot. Still can’t tell if I broke a bone or if it’s just badly bruised. (It’s still swollen, still hurts to flex my foot.)

On Saturday, I completed the Soaring Wings Half Marathon in 2:27:17.

That’s an 11:15 pace (way faster than my 10-mile personal best!), and a 17:43 PR.  And I did it in costume.

So much for “a nice and easy last long training run.”

And to think, it all started with me realizing I had no pants.

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