Last Friday I came down with a pretty bad case of...I have no idea what it was actually. My entire body ached. It hurt to move. I had a sore throat and throbbing ears. Cold sweats. The works. My son also came down with the apparently oh so common but I had never heard of it Hand Foot and Mouth disease...gross? He had a really mild case of it though and got over it quickly. It took me a few days to recover and while I was recovering I also somehow come down with Hand Foot and Mouth disease. Apparently, it is very rare for an adult to catch this disease but Joe says the disease most likely got confused because of my short stature and thought I too was a child.
So today I woke up and I actually feel pretty good. Its amazing how a few days of feeling like crap makes you really come to appreciate not being sick. I ran today. It was amazing. I am glad I waited until I felt better to run.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
Back On The Wagon
I've been running consistently lately and this week is the first week of my training leading up to my first post pregnancy ultra. My body is a lot different than it used to be and it was really frustrating trying to figure out what was okay and what was not okay for me in terms of running. I'm gaining more confidence though in the capabilities of my body and have slowly started to lose weight. I am in the healthy range for my weight and height and my bmi is average but I would still like to lose 10-15 more pounds to be at a healthy running weight. I am still six pounds above my pre pregnancy weight. Training for a race and losing those last pounds don't exactly go hand in hand and I am well aware that running does not equal a loss in weight. For myself, it's about change in my diet.
Most of my runs are either on the treadmill at the YMCA or with a jogging stroller. The weekends are the only time I am able to get some miles in on trails or pavement alone. Texas is super hot in the summer but hopefully training in the heat pays off during the fall and winter races.
Going to the track later today with a friend to get in a few more miles today. I'm kinda excited about this because besides the "track" in an old gym I used to go to the last time I've ran on an actual track was in highschool.
Most of my runs are either on the treadmill at the YMCA or with a jogging stroller. The weekends are the only time I am able to get some miles in on trails or pavement alone. Texas is super hot in the summer but hopefully training in the heat pays off during the fall and winter races.
Going to the track later today with a friend to get in a few more miles today. I'm kinda excited about this because besides the "track" in an old gym I used to go to the last time I've ran on an actual track was in highschool.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Need for Speed
I've been working on speedwork a lot more lately. By that I mean I have been trying to do speedwork consistently. I've got the long slow running thing down but it would be nice to get faster. I'm probably going to run a couple of 5ks in the future as they don't take as much of a toll on my body.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
The "Hey, It's Been a Year" Blog Update
So.....it's been awhile :) I am no longer a pregnant lady who likes to run but rather a Momma that likes to run. A lot has changed since my last blog post, the biggest change being I'm now a momma bear and my son is going to turn 6 months old in a couple of weeks. The second big change is that I'm living in San Antonio now. A lot of people like San Antonio and the Lone Star State but guess what? I'm not one of them. The city is super spread out and it's just not my cup of tea. I like cold weather. I like snow. I don't like blazin' hot temperatures. It's really kinda lonely here too. We don't have any family and haven't made any friends down here. I'm a stay at home mom so I don't really get out much and when I do I have my son with me. I've gone out to dinner once without him haha.
I have been getting back to running since having the baby. I did a 10 mile race this past month and it was pretty fun. It was in Austin so it was nice to see the city. I like Austin a heck of a lot more than San Antonio. I think it's a bit more my scene.
I've slacked off on running this past week, I have some medical issues that I think are complicated by my continued running as they I think are getting worse the more mileage I've been building up. It's pretty frustrating and as someone who identifies as a runner it hurts and is confusing to know where to go on from here.
Here are some pics of me and my little one:
I have been getting back to running since having the baby. I did a 10 mile race this past month and it was pretty fun. It was in Austin so it was nice to see the city. I like Austin a heck of a lot more than San Antonio. I think it's a bit more my scene.
I've slacked off on running this past week, I have some medical issues that I think are complicated by my continued running as they I think are getting worse the more mileage I've been building up. It's pretty frustrating and as someone who identifies as a runner it hurts and is confusing to know where to go on from here.
Here are some pics of me and my little one:
Sunday, May 6, 2012
River Trail Assault
Today is a really beautiful day here in Columbus Ohio. I decided to venture off the treadmill and onto the River trail nearby. About 2 miles into the run the River trail takes a sharp left where you are right beside speeding cars driving on Henderson road (the speed limit is 50 I think). Some horrible person in a late 90s maroon car decided to throw a bottle at me and it hits me hard in the back and I lose my breath. I try to make out the numbers but they do a sharp u-turn cutting off cars in the other lane and turn down a side street. I start bawling. Once I got back to my car and phone I called Joe and we drove around looking for the car but to no avail.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Pregs
So I'm pregnant these days. About 12 weeks. Been running consistently although not far.
Hoping to get a race in sometime during my 2nd trimester.
I'll probably be posting a lot more about being pregs and running in general instead of just race reports.
Hoping to get a race in sometime during my 2nd trimester.
I'll probably be posting a lot more about being pregs and running in general instead of just race reports.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Laurel Highlands Ultra 2011 Race Report
My adventure to Ohiopyle started in of all places, Ohio, on 675 heading towards Columbus. There I was to meet my ultra partner in crime, Joe Shearer. The hour drive from Dayton, Ohio to Columbus proved treacherous enough as thunderstorms had descended upon my tiny 1993 geo prizm with a vengeance making it difficult to see 10 ft in front of my vehicle. By the time I had made it (and found a parking spot) near Joe's residence the storm was merely a light rain. I called Joe, let him know where I was, cause I wasn't about to drag all my supplies in the rain to his door, and I threw my stuff into the back of his car and we were off.
Joe, has a habit of trying to sabotage me and this trip immediately proved to be no different. He had conveniently left his trunk open, probably because he had put half a can of Copenhagen in his mouth and wasnt paying attention but we managed to pull over before all of my belongings scattered onto the highway.
Joe tried to tell me that chewing wasn't all so bad and that I should try some. So I placed a wad of dip in my mouth. After about 15 minutes I began to sweat profusely and eventually I threw up out of Joe's window.
Only a couple of hours in, and I already knew this weekend would be EPIC.
Joe is from the Laurel Highland area so we didnt worry about getting lost unlike our last ultra trip to Capon Valley. The only worry I had was how many hours would I have to listen to Wicked being played on the highest volume level in his car....this turned out to be 4 hours of being blasted with non stop musicals that Joe knew every word to. [An accurate summary of the friendship between Joe and I can be found summed up neatly in this song ]. As a condition of Joe letting me ride in his car he made me bring the Grease soundtrack which we listened to on the four hour drive back.
We arrived to the pre race dinner about an hour early and decided to head over to the bar next door to get a couple of pre race drinks. Upon looking at my id I was told they could not serve me because my id was slightly bent. I have never heard of this before and had to drink a diet coke while Joe downed half a bottle of gin.
The pre race dinner was great and the director went over what we could expect from the course. We even saw our friend from Capon Valley, Donny. Donny informed me of Joe's secret concern for me during the last ultra we did. "He was REALLY worried about you, he kept asking about you every 2 minutes!" Joe kept shooting me spiteful looks throughout the dinner which another runner would comment on during the bus ride over to the start line as "sharp looks full of hate". Which is accurate.
We drove to the finish line to set up camp and check out the end of the trail. I had sandals on and Joe informed me what poison ivy looked like and I was standing in it. We got into our tents around 9 or 10 and by midnight there was a severe downpour and thunder surrounding us. By the time I woke up around 2am the bottom of my sleeping bag was soaked. 2:45am came along and the alarm went off and the reality of what lay before me hit me. 77 miles...what the hell.
The shuttle bus picked us up around 330 and by that time I had realized I hadnt put any aquafor on, forgot my piece of paper with the cut off times, my ibprofen and salt tablets. Great.
Once at the start I checked in and sipped on some coffee until the race director indicted we needed to line up across the street. Joe pointed out an anomaly of a runner who was sprinting here and there warming up. He had basketball shorts on and a bottle of in each hand with what I think was gatorade. He didnt have any fannypack for gels or anything. Joe informed me that this is the guy he calls "Gatorade man" finished the race last year. I don't know your name, and if you are reading this both Joe and I have mad respect for you.
The race began and Joe sprinted off into the distance shouting something like "eat my dust midget". I knew I didn't have a shot in hell at finishing the race. I mean I knew I was physically very under prepared. I have only been running about a year and 6 months of that Ive been injured. I was just excited to be OUT THERE.
Miles 6-8 and mile 18 proved to be every bit as tough as I imagined if not more so. Imagine vertical climbs. My knees had locked up and I had to hobble down the down hills by mile 15. I dont know if it was an itband relapse or what. It just wasnt my day and I wasnt putting in a 100% and by mile 19 my time was up. Some you lose and some you don't finish.
Thus began a new adventure. One I like to call "Hitchiking to the Laurel 77mile finishline."
The first ride I took was with three twenty something DOD contractors from Washington d.c. who were doing the 50k relay: Abbey, Amos(?) and Ginger. Thank you guys!
The next ride was with a member of a 77 mile relay team and a prison warden who was kind enough to take me to mile 52! Thank you!!!
The next ride I took was with the wife of either the 1st or 2nd place finisher and she was nice enough to drive me to mile 64.
The last ride was with a family whose daughters were running in a 77 mile relay team and they were nice enough to take me to the finishline where Joe's car was! Thanks again if you read this!!!
It took a few hours but I had made it to Joe's car. Now, I just waited on Joe.
I knew he had it in him to finish the race this year and I was right. I kept checking in to see what mile he was at and when I realized he had made it to all the check points I knew there was no way he wouldnt finish. He ended up being 17th and the youngest finisher. Truly BADASS. I couldn't of been prouder of him. He had settled a score with Laurel, one that he had since he was a teenager.
The trouble is, now I have a score to settle with the Laurel...one that I hope to settle in 2012, one that hopefully won't include hitchhiking.
Afterward...
I may have accidentally contributed in the death of Joe's car battery. Sorry Joe.
Joe, has a habit of trying to sabotage me and this trip immediately proved to be no different. He had conveniently left his trunk open, probably because he had put half a can of Copenhagen in his mouth and wasnt paying attention but we managed to pull over before all of my belongings scattered onto the highway.
Joe tried to tell me that chewing wasn't all so bad and that I should try some. So I placed a wad of dip in my mouth. After about 15 minutes I began to sweat profusely and eventually I threw up out of Joe's window.
Only a couple of hours in, and I already knew this weekend would be EPIC.
Joe is from the Laurel Highland area so we didnt worry about getting lost unlike our last ultra trip to Capon Valley. The only worry I had was how many hours would I have to listen to Wicked being played on the highest volume level in his car....this turned out to be 4 hours of being blasted with non stop musicals that Joe knew every word to. [An accurate summary of the friendship between Joe and I can be found summed up neatly in this song ]. As a condition of Joe letting me ride in his car he made me bring the Grease soundtrack which we listened to on the four hour drive back.
We arrived to the pre race dinner about an hour early and decided to head over to the bar next door to get a couple of pre race drinks. Upon looking at my id I was told they could not serve me because my id was slightly bent. I have never heard of this before and had to drink a diet coke while Joe downed half a bottle of gin.
The pre race dinner was great and the director went over what we could expect from the course. We even saw our friend from Capon Valley, Donny. Donny informed me of Joe's secret concern for me during the last ultra we did. "He was REALLY worried about you, he kept asking about you every 2 minutes!" Joe kept shooting me spiteful looks throughout the dinner which another runner would comment on during the bus ride over to the start line as "sharp looks full of hate". Which is accurate.
We drove to the finish line to set up camp and check out the end of the trail. I had sandals on and Joe informed me what poison ivy looked like and I was standing in it. We got into our tents around 9 or 10 and by midnight there was a severe downpour and thunder surrounding us. By the time I woke up around 2am the bottom of my sleeping bag was soaked. 2:45am came along and the alarm went off and the reality of what lay before me hit me. 77 miles...what the hell.
The shuttle bus picked us up around 330 and by that time I had realized I hadnt put any aquafor on, forgot my piece of paper with the cut off times, my ibprofen and salt tablets. Great.
Once at the start I checked in and sipped on some coffee until the race director indicted we needed to line up across the street. Joe pointed out an anomaly of a runner who was sprinting here and there warming up. He had basketball shorts on and a bottle of in each hand with what I think was gatorade. He didnt have any fannypack for gels or anything. Joe informed me that this is the guy he calls "Gatorade man" finished the race last year. I don't know your name, and if you are reading this both Joe and I have mad respect for you.
The race began and Joe sprinted off into the distance shouting something like "eat my dust midget". I knew I didn't have a shot in hell at finishing the race. I mean I knew I was physically very under prepared. I have only been running about a year and 6 months of that Ive been injured. I was just excited to be OUT THERE.
Miles 6-8 and mile 18 proved to be every bit as tough as I imagined if not more so. Imagine vertical climbs. My knees had locked up and I had to hobble down the down hills by mile 15. I dont know if it was an itband relapse or what. It just wasnt my day and I wasnt putting in a 100% and by mile 19 my time was up. Some you lose and some you don't finish.
Thus began a new adventure. One I like to call "Hitchiking to the Laurel 77mile finishline."
The first ride I took was with three twenty something DOD contractors from Washington d.c. who were doing the 50k relay: Abbey, Amos(?) and Ginger. Thank you guys!
The next ride was with a member of a 77 mile relay team and a prison warden who was kind enough to take me to mile 52! Thank you!!!
The next ride I took was with the wife of either the 1st or 2nd place finisher and she was nice enough to drive me to mile 64.
The last ride was with a family whose daughters were running in a 77 mile relay team and they were nice enough to take me to the finishline where Joe's car was! Thanks again if you read this!!!
It took a few hours but I had made it to Joe's car. Now, I just waited on Joe.
I knew he had it in him to finish the race this year and I was right. I kept checking in to see what mile he was at and when I realized he had made it to all the check points I knew there was no way he wouldnt finish. He ended up being 17th and the youngest finisher. Truly BADASS. I couldn't of been prouder of him. He had settled a score with Laurel, one that he had since he was a teenager.
The trouble is, now I have a score to settle with the Laurel...one that I hope to settle in 2012, one that hopefully won't include hitchhiking.
Afterward...
I may have accidentally contributed in the death of Joe's car battery. Sorry Joe.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
WANT
So, having just now started my 3 month leave from work to study I checked my facebook and saw Brooks has released a bunch of new color options in their shoes. I want the Cascadias SO BAD. Since I am poor and am not working in order to study for this epic test so I may one day have an actual profession I cannot purchase them.
Oh, Cascadia 6 I want you soooo bad.
I could use you for the Laurel or the 100 miler in September.
Link to the awesomeness.
*SIGH*
Oh, Cascadia 6 I want you soooo bad.
I could use you for the Laurel or the 100 miler in September.
Link to the awesomeness.
*SIGH*
77 Miles
On June 11th I'll be running 77 miles in PA. I've only recently started to rebuild. I had the best run (feeling wise) I've had in a long time yesterday out on the bike path. I was ecstatic. Today at the gym I dared to go below 10 minute miles on the treadmill doing 3 miles at a little over 7 minute pace. It felt awesome. I have to build up my stamina again. I'm basically, physically speaking, where I was around August of last year. It's prolly a bit insane that I'll be running 77 miles in a few weeks but what people don't seem to understand is that to me being out in the woods for 24 hours by myself is a fun vacay. It's a good time. So whether I'm ready to run it is irrelevant to me.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast, but I'm intercontinental when I eat French toast
I'm "running" the Laurel Highlands 77 mile run on June 11th and I would just like to say I'm officially screwed and I am most likely 100% insane as I'm 100% not ready for this race but NOTHING will stop me from trying.
I'm either extremely brave or extremely stupid. Probably just extremely stupid.
This guy I work with a few weeks ago was telling my boss about my racing antics that I do when I'm injured and she told him how I drove home from work at 2am during a middle of a tornado warning/storm with high winds last month while they decided to wait it out.
Then he said to me: "What is wrong with you? Are you trying to be a stunt woman or just trying to test the Gods or something?"
Maybe.
Then he made a plea to me that I shouldn't race that weekend. It got to me and the thing he said about testing the gods maybe rang true on some level or at least made me stop and think about it and that's partially the reason I didn't do the Tie Dye 50k in April...someone actually got some common sense through to me.
No one even has a chance of getting common sense through to me about the Laurel because I've blocked any common sense from getting into my head.
Also, I'm doing Another Dam 50k...at least part of it.
I'm either extremely brave or extremely stupid. Probably just extremely stupid.
This guy I work with a few weeks ago was telling my boss about my racing antics that I do when I'm injured and she told him how I drove home from work at 2am during a middle of a tornado warning/storm with high winds last month while they decided to wait it out.
Then he said to me: "What is wrong with you? Are you trying to be a stunt woman or just trying to test the Gods or something?"
Maybe.
Then he made a plea to me that I shouldn't race that weekend. It got to me and the thing he said about testing the gods maybe rang true on some level or at least made me stop and think about it and that's partially the reason I didn't do the Tie Dye 50k in April...someone actually got some common sense through to me.
No one even has a chance of getting common sense through to me about the Laurel because I've blocked any common sense from getting into my head.
Also, I'm doing Another Dam 50k...at least part of it.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Capon Valley 50k
I was not prepared to do this race, I didn't carb up, I drank liqour the night before, and I am still nursing some injuries...which might be from what a new doctor I'm seeing says is basically Phase II spinal degeneration.
However,
It was SO BEAUTIFUL. The hills were plentiful and brutal. Nothing like I've ever ran on before (and by ran I mean walk up). The views were amazing. Honestly, being out there, out on any trail, there is no place else I would rather be. I like meeting people out there.However, I also like the solitude I find in running trails. Its peaceful, rejuvenates my spirits, I don't need to pretend. It's just me and nature. Ha, I wouldn't mind living in a cabin somewhere up in the mountains.
However,
It was SO BEAUTIFUL. The hills were plentiful and brutal. Nothing like I've ever ran on before (and by ran I mean walk up). The views were amazing. Honestly, being out there, out on any trail, there is no place else I would rather be. I like meeting people out there.However, I also like the solitude I find in running trails. Its peaceful, rejuvenates my spirits, I don't need to pretend. It's just me and nature. Ha, I wouldn't mind living in a cabin somewhere up in the mountains.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Not DMX, More Like DNS
SOOOO
I didn't run the Tie Dye 50k. I have this groin strain/injury and I have 2 more races in the next two weeks so I decided to sit this one out. I did show up to yell "Come on Jerkface" at a running buddy who was also doing the race. Just being there for that short amount of time made me wish I ran it. They had pink tie dye shirts which I totally wanted.
Oh well. I remember whining not too long ago saying that if I could go back in time I wouldnt have ran Bigfoot with a groin injury because that led to my it band problem. So I would have been an idiot to make the same mistake twice. It felt like wussing out but if it means avoiding another relapse into 3 months of ITBAND HELL then I probably made the right decision.
I didn't run the Tie Dye 50k. I have this groin strain/injury and I have 2 more races in the next two weeks so I decided to sit this one out. I did show up to yell "Come on Jerkface" at a running buddy who was also doing the race. Just being there for that short amount of time made me wish I ran it. They had pink tie dye shirts which I totally wanted.
Oh well. I remember whining not too long ago saying that if I could go back in time I wouldnt have ran Bigfoot with a groin injury because that led to my it band problem. So I would have been an idiot to make the same mistake twice. It felt like wussing out but if it means avoiding another relapse into 3 months of ITBAND HELL then I probably made the right decision.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
RAINN
Off topic I guess but I saw this and thought it was really cool of this guy to do
When I lived in Colorado I was sexually assaulted. It was by someone I knew, someone who had a pregnant wife. He was also a supervisor of mine. For months I thought it was my fault, because I was promiscuous and even though now I know it wasn't my fault there is still a part of me that thinks it is. When it was happening he said some really horrible things to me, things that sometimes in my dark moments I had thought about myself and it literally paralyzed my mind (I just kept kept repeating the entire time "please stop". I was abused as a child and I guess as a coping mechanism or something like that I am able to block out everything around me and just go into my head whether I want to or not. For months I would cry for hours in the bathroom at work or would literally throw up when I had to work with him. I started wearing combat boots and mace on a necklace on the walks home at night. Most days I didn't leave my studio apt. and I would spend most of my time sleeping in between studying for the LSAT. I honestly just wanted to die. I really thought it was my fault and months later when I told the police what happened I was surprised that they told me it wasn't my fault and that what happened to me was wrong. I had a pretty traumatic childhood and the police told me that people like that often can sense people who have been victims of abuse in the past and prey on them. That made me feel helpless, and again it made me feel that I had brought it upon myself. Most of the time I don't really deal with the things that have happened in the past or I use humor to avoid any real emotions about it. I never utilized RAINN but I really respect what they do. There are so many guys out there that don't respect women. I work as a waitress right now, and late at night guys will grope you or say really gross things to you and even when my managers do see it happen they don't do anything about it. For someone like myself I get really aggravated about that. It's just very sad that society thinks its okay for men to treat women like that.
When I lived in Colorado I was sexually assaulted. It was by someone I knew, someone who had a pregnant wife. He was also a supervisor of mine. For months I thought it was my fault, because I was promiscuous and even though now I know it wasn't my fault there is still a part of me that thinks it is. When it was happening he said some really horrible things to me, things that sometimes in my dark moments I had thought about myself and it literally paralyzed my mind (I just kept kept repeating the entire time "please stop". I was abused as a child and I guess as a coping mechanism or something like that I am able to block out everything around me and just go into my head whether I want to or not. For months I would cry for hours in the bathroom at work or would literally throw up when I had to work with him. I started wearing combat boots and mace on a necklace on the walks home at night. Most days I didn't leave my studio apt. and I would spend most of my time sleeping in between studying for the LSAT. I honestly just wanted to die. I really thought it was my fault and months later when I told the police what happened I was surprised that they told me it wasn't my fault and that what happened to me was wrong. I had a pretty traumatic childhood and the police told me that people like that often can sense people who have been victims of abuse in the past and prey on them. That made me feel helpless, and again it made me feel that I had brought it upon myself. Most of the time I don't really deal with the things that have happened in the past or I use humor to avoid any real emotions about it. I never utilized RAINN but I really respect what they do. There are so many guys out there that don't respect women. I work as a waitress right now, and late at night guys will grope you or say really gross things to you and even when my managers do see it happen they don't do anything about it. For someone like myself I get really aggravated about that. It's just very sad that society thinks its okay for men to treat women like that.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Laurel Highlands Ultra 77mile race 2011: I NEED A PACER
To All That May Read This:
I plan on running the Laurel Highland 77mile race this June. I would very much love a pacer to run with me at night. If you would like to pace this slow 5ft tall girl through part of the night I would be eternally grateful!
I plan on running the Laurel Highland 77mile race this June. I would very much love a pacer to run with me at night. If you would like to pace this slow 5ft tall girl through part of the night I would be eternally grateful!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Pacific Crest Trail
I plan on hiking part of the Pacific Crest Trail this summer. I am slowly making these plans a reality. Eyes on the prize and all that.
Maybe the Appalachian Trail too...I mean since it's so close why not?
I'm only going to live once right?
Maybe the Appalachian Trail too...I mean since it's so close why not?
I'm only going to live once right?
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Solo Adventures at John Bryant State Park and Narrows Reserve
Abracadabra girl, you're probably lost.
This morning I drove to Yellow Springs to check out the trail I will be doing a 50k on in JB State Park. The sun wasn't out until later on in the day so it was pretty deserted out there. A bit spooky too. ESPECIALLY after jro calls me and tells me he heard that members of the manson family live there. I know that's not true but Ive watched enough horrors movies to know that when little 5ft tall girls venture out into the woods by themselves and then they get a phone call saying there are killers in the woods that's when the girl gets killed. So I decided to go get something to eat in town and head down to Narrows Reserve...a very nonthreatening non spooky tiny reserve with a trail in Beavercreek.
Narrows Reserve:
I love these steps. I just think they're neat and challenging.
What goes up must come down. A different set of stairs about a half mile from the above ones:
The stairs can get pretty slick in the winter time but it makes for an interesting run.
Being awesome ^
The river is up more than usual flooding the path. The water felt great!
The trail leads to a "meadow"
This morning I drove to Yellow Springs to check out the trail I will be doing a 50k on in JB State Park. The sun wasn't out until later on in the day so it was pretty deserted out there. A bit spooky too. ESPECIALLY after jro calls me and tells me he heard that members of the manson family live there. I know that's not true but Ive watched enough horrors movies to know that when little 5ft tall girls venture out into the woods by themselves and then they get a phone call saying there are killers in the woods that's when the girl gets killed. So I decided to go get something to eat in town and head down to Narrows Reserve...a very nonthreatening non spooky tiny reserve with a trail in Beavercreek.
Narrows Reserve:
I love these steps. I just think they're neat and challenging.What goes up must come down. A different set of stairs about a half mile from the above ones:
The stairs can get pretty slick in the winter time but it makes for an interesting run.
Being awesome ^
The river is up more than usual flooding the path. The water felt great!
The trail leads to a "meadow"
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Not About Running Per se
But I posted it on my other blog and I recommend it to the ladies out there.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Run in the Rain
And dress in unflattering running gear. Oh yeah. I bought the jacket last fall because it was on sale for 30 dollars and its usually 130. Its an xtra small so its xtra tight. I am in no way an xtra small but I couldn't pass up that deal! At least I can get the zipper zipped. I pretty much feel like Chris Farley in the movie "Tommy Boy"(thanks JF!) when he does the "Fat man in a little coat" scene when I wear this.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
ORRRC HALF RACE REPORT
I've gotten in the habit of waking up on race days, looking at the alarm clock and thinking to myself "Eh, maybe I'll just sleep in this morning instead of running that race." Of course, I ALWAYS end up running the race but this habit has usually caused me to arrive at the starting line anywhere with only 15-5 minutes to spare. Today was 15 minutes to spare so I did okay. I kept telling myself "Its just the half marathon, it's just a half marathon, you'll be out of here in a couple of hours no problem." I had bought a new pink and white tye dye top by Nike. It kept riding up when I was running which was annoying the heck out of me. The course was a tiny bit hilly during the first 3-4 miles. I tried to stay at a slow steady pace and I did acheive that goal so I'm proud of myself. I usually go slow anyway because I AM SLOW but I usually go a bit faster than I did. Joe flew past me about a half mile in after saying hello. I also saw Vibrams guy from Lima (Im sorry I cant remember your name! You prolly refer to me as neck tattoo girl, haha!) around mile 6 and we had a short exchange of hellos, he was actually running barefoot and just carrying his Vibrams. Dude is hard core. All the volunteers were super nice and I made sure to thank them after the turnaround on the way back. The race went by really fast and the sun even came out for a few miles which was nice. Stuck around long enough to watch the first marathoner finish. That dude is also hardcore.
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