As you can see from my lack of bloggery, I haven’t been running much this year. If I were the type to offer a list of bull#$%* excuses, it would look like this:
- Too busy
- Too tired
- Too many injuries
- Spent time with my daughter before she left the country
- Spent time with friends and started dating again
- Traveled a lot for work
- Too hot
- Too humid
- Too many bugs
- Too much poison ivy
- and you get the point…
The truth is I didn’t prioritize running this year like I did last year. I worked out with a trainer more and am in pretty good shape, despite cutting back on running. And I drank way more beer, which added 10 pounds (pounds that I’d like to say is muscle weight, but who am I kidding). I have been running, but nothing like I did last year.
And I have been focusing on packing, purging, and planning to move out of state. In the process of this chaos I call My Life, I forgot that I’m running the Kansas City marathon next month. Oops. So it’s back into training mode for me, and now I’m thinking I better sign up for more races in the future to keep myself motivated. Four weeks to train for a marathon? Sure, why not.
Who wants to run the Austin marathon with me in February? We’ve got tons of time to train for that one.
On Saturday, October 20, I ran the Kansas City marathon with four friends. The original Team BadAss reunited with two extra members, both first-time marathoners, for this lovely tour of our city.
Team BadAss, plus two
Last night I got an email from a friend, which started like this:
How do you enjoy running? I want to like it, but I don’t.
Actually, I get asked this question fairly frequently, so I thought I’d answer it here. Continue reading
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The night before the Hawk Hundred, I dreamt that Sherrie, who was running the 100, and I were running late, and we had to wade through a waste-deep swamp full of crocodiles to get to a cabin to call someone to get us and take us to the race. In my dream, as a crocodile swam toward us, I remember thinking, “Oh shit, here comes a crocodile… Or is it an alligator? I always forget the difference.” When we reached the cabin, everyone spoke Spanish and I don’t know how to say “Take us to the race” in español. Continue reading
The two-week taper makes me feel week and soft. Or maybe it’s the lack of sore muscles talking, because my short taper-length runs have felt fabulous for my feet and mood. My calf has healed, and I feel like I have more energy. Hopefully this carries over through tomorrow, my first trail marathon.
Sometimes I need to run alone.