I want a do over this week. Seriously. I know some people pray for the weekend and Friday to come quicker but I just want a redo of the last few days given every strange thing that’s happened. I had my post about my injured foot and my not so stellar 10k race this past weekend all ready to go and then BAM! Computer foshizzle nonsense. *sigh* I suppose it could be a sign of things to come but I’m not really all out negative in the dumps like that. Sunday was such a lovely Mother’s Day and then… well I don’t know where we all fell off the wagon… So let’s recap what’s happened since Monday:

A near mugging after work. I can’t make this shit up.

My child has awoken twice in a row at “5 God awful AM” and the first time it was because she peed in the bed and needed a bath before school. The second was due to “spiders” scaring her out of bed. All I know is that it’s gotta be the right kind of 5 o’clock somewhere and time for a drink. I really didn’t need that time for sleeping anyway.

I’ve been working 16 hour days. Okay, that’s not really new, but I’m less thrilled to be doing it this week. My body is tired and I just don’t have enough hours in the day to get everything done.

I’ve had to defer my marathon plans this weekend. Yup. Deferred. The deferral doesn’t even have to do with my injured foot so I’m really disappointed to not be out there.

So while things have not exactly been peaches and cream in my neck of the woods I can’t say it’s been absolutely terrible. I just have to focus on getting my A game back. Bigger and better things are out there, I just have to focus on getting there. *sigh* This is just a bump in the road.

What do you peeps do when your sails have been tested by the rough waters?

If you’ve been checking out all my food pics on Instagram and Twitter last week you’ll see I was recently asked to be a part of Diet-to-Go as one of their food Ambassadors. I am really excited about this because my time is very precious to me and right now the less time I can spend cooking and cleaning is time I have for my family. (I want one of those Roomba vacuums please!) Being a busy Mom who works fulltime and tries to squeeze in my love of running between pick-ups/drop-offs and the rest of my responsibilities this was like a vacation from my kitchen. I’m currently training for a 50k race in July and several, YES several fall Marathons. Did I mention how time saving and easy this was? 🙂 There was literally no meal planning involved and probably much needed hours, I said HOURS, of time I saved not having to grocery shop or cook. (When I knew I was to be a part of this campaign, I told my partner to try and figure out the meals for the week without me for him and our monster. HAHA! Don’t worry, nobody starved during this week and they ended up thanking me for all the effort I do put into making them meals and meal planning.) It was so nice to get home from work (sometimes at 10pm!!) and not have to worry about what I was going to eat and if I was going to have to grab something unhealthy. Sometimes grabbing a banana that late at night while it is healthy is certainly not fulfilling my taste buds, hence the return to the fridge for something sweet/salty and sadly unhealthy…

I ended up choosing the Vegetarian meal plan. Diet-to-Go offers three plans, Vegetarian, Traditional and Low-Carb. You can also choose from plans that include breakfast, lunch and dinner or just lunch and dinner and also pick either the 5 or 7 day plan. Your meal plan will also be either equal to 1200 or 1600 calories daily to support your specific goals you might have in mind. My meals came packed in a large Styrofoam cooler with dry ice. So cool! (hehe!) The meals were all individually wrapped with cooking instructions and ingredients/calories on the bottom. I kind of wish the box included a “meal plan” of what to eat on each day but I grabbed whatever I pawed first and ran out the door to work, as my busy schedule permitted.

Diet-to-Go has been ranked by Epicurious as #1 for taste and they weren’t kidding. I really enjoyed the meals with the exception of maybe one or two but only because I generally wouldn’t have eaten those items anyway but moving forward in the future I know I can contact them and do meal substitutions. All my meals were packed with sides and condiments as needed so really I had nothing to purchase or worry about for the week overall. Easy Peasy! The breakfast muffins had a nice taste/texture and many of the meals were things I have not even tried cooking before so it was a nice treat to also try new meals such as a lentil loaf or the curried cous cous that had toasted almonds and apricots in it.

Here’s a montage of some of my delicious meals:


Here are my thoughts on using Diet-to-Go:

1. It was so easy to do. I just grabbed a meal and went about my business. Besides making a cup of coffee in the morning there wasn’t much thought I had to put into the plan of eating each day.
2. Often times the meals were very filling and I wasn’t able to eat everything off my plate. Bonus! I even lost 3 lbs. the week I tried this. Many people have used this service to compliment a weight loss regiment and while that wasn’t really my goal it was a nice little bonus for me and my skinny jeans.
3. If you find you don’t like certain meals you can do substitutions through their online customer tools.
4. Did I mention no cooking for the week? It’s like I had a personal chef hanging out in my freezer.
5. You can also partake in the fresh pick up if you live by their locations or have it shipped to you frozen as I did. It was very convenient.
6. The cost is competitive to others out there in the market and if you’re going to buy something for lunch or dinner, you’re going to likely spend less with Diet-to-Go and get food of healthier and better quality.

Overall if you are looking for an easy plan and have some weight loss goals in mind I would recommend giving Diet-to-Go a try. It was easy working with their customer service and the broad selection of meals is pretty impressive for having something delivered to your home. AND for a limited time only, Diet-to-Go is offering a 25% discount on your first week of meals!! 25% OFF! (Just wanted to make sure you got that!) Simply enter the coupon code “summer25” at the check-out for 25% off your first order.

Here’s to more ways to eat healthy! My skinny jeans and I thank you!

These thoughts and opinions are my own. I was compensated by Diet-to-Go for this campaign, who provided me a week of meals to enjoy.

Ah yes the MHS or the Mental Health Sabbatical as I like to think of my days where I have successfully escaped from the office like a political prisoner… Something I think more of us should really embrace and celebrate more often. I have as of recently been seriously burning the candle at both ends. I’m about to go out and just buy some new clothes because I don’t even have time to wash the ones I have… You know the feeling when making a simple decision about dinner is likely to send you into a nuclear meltdown. I try to save myself and my family from such insanity, thus a healthy dose of a MHS. They may not understand my need to disappear and go running for hours, but they always thank me for it later.

Since I have a marathon coming up, in… oh… say… quicker than I would like given my lack of long runs and overall training, I figured it was as good as any to take to a few local rails-to-trails and get in a solid 20 miler. I don’t know about you but I seem to make better decisions about life in general when my body is falling apart and I’m filthy from trail grime. True Story.

Mostly I have been running the roads this winter/spring and have mapped out a number of nice 8-12 mile loops. I even developed a great 5k PR making dreadmill workout which I had been using over the winter. I swear it works, for me atleast. Just checkout some of my recent races and age group places/wins. (See my previous post about it.) But yesterday, of all glorious days it was the trail that called to me and of course I answered. I had a peculiar amount of items on my mind and as the miles slipped away I was making sense of things. Outlining my final paper draft by around mile 8, deciding what would work best for some weekend plans in the months coming up, the grocery list, work commitments, news I would be travelling out of the country again (Meh, was my passport even current?), days we would need childcare coverage, vet appointments for the three furbabies, etc… taking a call from my headhunter and exploring another professional adventure which was unexpected around mile 15 before my watch pulled some snarky “low battery” nonsense… Arrrg! My list is not even complete here, but you get the almost nuclear meltdown possibility.

I don’t know what other people do for a MHS.



I’m way curious here, cause the only thing that works for me is a long exhausting run and given my busy schedule I sometimes can’t take the time for a 3-4 hour run like I used to pre-partner and pre-child days. LOL, no I’m blaming them but they do lovingly suck some hours of my day .

Views from the Trail

Views from the Trail

A total of 20.2 miles. I loved every painful, dehydrated mile of it. Next time I will plan better and see if I can pick up the trail maybe closer to some places I might be able to get more water or something. Perfect weather, minus the allergies. By the end I was probably cursing (oh, I know I was!) all the people who live next to the trail and didn’t have a backyard hose carelessly running with fresh water. I thought about drinking from a few small waterfalls and clear streams I saw but again, I can’t vouch for the water quality/safety nor would I advise drinking water freely like that anyway. Knowing my luck I’d end up with some shit-storm-stomach-bug the night before my marathon.

Hydrate well.


To say that my mind has been consumed since last Monday would be an overstatement. I tried writing several times since that has typically been my outlet, but it’s the images I saw sitting helplessly in my living room on April 15, 2013 that chill me and continue to wake me up in the middle of the night. I’ve tried running but during the last week the miles have become stalled choking cry fests if I go to that dark place and think about what happened. I wasn’t there, but my heart was. I waited anxiously to hear from friends and those I consider my running family. Phone circuits jammed and overloaded, the only connection to them I had were through media outlets replaying the blasts over and over again without editing the graphic details. The man who ultimately helped to identify the bomber in the white hat, who is now without legs is what I have been waking up to every night for the last eight nights. I’m barely able to function through a workday and still I was one of the “lucky” ones who had not been there directly according to my family members who still don’t understand a marathon is a standard distance of 26.2 miles… I have never hated a word such as “lucky” until now. I did though have the misfortune of turning on my television at 2:52pm as I was getting ready for work to witness those first news broadcasts as I scanned my phone wondering why I hadn’t gotten my athlete text alerts for friends who were still running the race up there. I kept thinking, “It’s been four hours, why haven’t they finished yet? Where are they?” I maintain that such events are not comparable by any means. Last Monday was not 9/11. It was not a “typical” day in Syria. I can understand that there are people in the world who may hate my country, who may hate my religious beliefs and my democratic ideals but there was something about Boston that made it shockingly unexpected. I feel speechless. Helpless in ways I don’t I fully understand and I wasn’t even physically there.

My personal experience of running Boston in 2009 was overwhelming for a number of reasons that now, today, no longer even register for me. My priorities have deeply shifted. Although, while running in my fourth ever marathon at the time, I had never experienced such a large community of people supporting runners. Where else do you take water and food from strangers? Accept kisses and hugs along the course at Wellesley and drink beer with rows of fraternity brothers in the presence of police officers on the street? Where else do you feel an outpouring of innocent love and are proclaimed a rock star at the finish line? Not even my best dreams end with such illumination and feelings of success. As runners we wear our medals to post race dinners with pride and joke about traversing stairs and getting dressed the next day for work while our adrenaline is still keeping us mobile. The finish time becomes unimportant as much as the journey we took to get there. The Tuesday water cooler becomes a place to tell glory stories of crossing the finish line when you were least certain about your abilities and how you dug deep there at the very end and made it through. The very best stories are there at the finish line because so many of life’s circumstances inspired you to try, to make the attempt and effort to get there. Yet, last Monday’s innocence was seemingly destroyed in a succession of ten seconds.

Ten Seconds.

I say it was “seemingly” destroyed because if you are a runner, know a runner or love a runner you know we will continue to keep doing what we love. We are resilient. No act of cowardice will change this. Nothing will alter those early morning long runs, speed work sessions and taper tantrums. We will be changed; this is true on a fundament level. We will be marked in a way that will always ache for those at Boston last Monday. The purity of our sport tainted but like the phoenix rising from the ashes of tragedy we will continue running, because that is simply who we are.

I believe that for those of us runners, the best medicine will be to turn off the TV in the coming days and weeks, shut down the cell phone and go for a run. Let the miles exhaust our turning minds and begin to reclaim some of the peace we sought in our running to begin with. For those that don’t run, I believe this is equally painful for you; I have no doubt that all people from all walks of life have experienced pain on some level. There is NO comparison here. When I look at images of people who trained daily for hours, days, weeks, months and years to achieve the BQ (and still continue to do so) those grievous injuries of losing limbs and being severely injured from the finish line blast, words just choke me. My thoughts are to support those continuing to grieve the events of the day, the runners, families, volunteers and first responders. If you need to run miles as a tribute, fundraise for those in need, get back in shape and start anew then just do what you need to do to help your grieving process along. Understand that we might not want to talk about this, it’s hard enough to think about the “what ifs.”

So again, while I wasn’t there, my heart still hurts for Boston and my running family. It grieves for the little boy who doesn’t get to grow up, the restaurant manager who doesn’t get to marry her sweetheart, the young college student who will never complete school and the security officer who fulfilled his duty to protect and serve with the ultimate sacrifice, lives simply cut too short, for all the victims, now survivors struggling to make sense of such an illogical event. When you see us staring blankly at our sneakers encourage us to put them on and get out there, heck grab your own and join us, we’re a friendly bunch and we accept all people from all walks of life. For me it will be the getting back into the swing of things, finding a new normal all over again, training for a new BQ, new PRs but mostly to be with my fellow runners.

“If you are losing faith in human nature, go out and watch a marathon.” ― Kathrine Switzer, 26.2: Marathon Stories

The following video clip is of the fans at the Boston Bruins game breaking out into singing the National Anthem. I’m trying to focus on the positive images of strength and solidarity. Those are most helpful for me to reflect on during this difficult time. XOXO
Boston Bruin fans sing the National Anthem

This was my third year running the Wurtsboro 30k this past Sunday in Sullivan Co. NY. I love this race without a doubt. I probably try to pimp up this race each year and usually get at least one person who has only vaguely heard about it to join me in the insanity of running the hilly 30k course (Poor Tom this year!). For me this race has a lot of personal history as I ran this the day after I met my Mister for our first real “alone” date four years ago. You know, after you’ve met and had your closest girlfriends initiate them into the fold willing or not… I think he may still be recovering from that and that was 2009!! On a side note that was probably one of the few times I ever stayed at my parents’ house after college thinking it would make the drive to the race easier the next morning, but trying to go out on a date and then deal with your mother’s sense of curfew when you are well past the adult age of 21 just makes the situation even more ridiculous. (For future reference there IS a Days Inn hotel just outside of town, FYI.) I can remember her asking me at 1:30AM when I rolled up to their house with postdate giddiness, “Are you drunk?” Which I wasn’t, followed by: “And just who is this boy keeping you out all night, don’t you need to sleep before a marathon??” *sigh* A 30k is not a marathon, mom, but whatever… Needless to say we all survived that night. We even saw a bear rummaging in the dumpster outside the bar and if you know me, you know bears are like my kismet animal! *insert corny romantic line here*

Wurtsboro, NY is a sleepy little town just across the border from NJ and Port Jervis. Think craggy hills, D&H canal, Route 17 North, farms, woods, etc… The race is very low key. There are only two port-a-johns for the whole race, at the start, none on the course. Bad for me but maybe not for a guy…


The start has no horn, just some guy yelling go and giving shoddy directions about orange painted arrows. The food in past years was pretty good, pizzas and 12 foot long sub sandwiches. I guess the economy has hit everyone/thing pretty hard because this year was only sandwiches you had to make yourself (boo) and tomato soup (which for some reason was very appealing to me afterwards). My poor watch even had trouble getting coordinates initially but we made do and finally acquired a satellite from somewhere.


What I like about this race is that I find it to be mentally challenging. I ran this prior to Boston in 2009, and then again in 2012 and 2013. The first 4.5 miles of the course is uphill and very difficult to keep pace. Your calves are burning like fire and you’re probably wishing that whoever told you about this race gets explosive #2’s because you can’t possibly keep this up for 18.6 miles. Don’t worry though, because by the time you crest the top of the hill at mile 5 it becomes smooth sailing and a chance to really work out those negative splits on the downhill. The mental game is pushing through the first 1/3 of the race and then hanging on the last 2/3, so that if your marathon day ends up being real shitty (and I’ve had a few of those!) you can think fondly on the hills and muscle fatigue and tell yourself that whatever you’re experiencing right now is a cakewalk. I loved that this race really has minimal traffic on the roads and not huge packs of people that you end up running with and having to carry on awkward conversations. It was peaceful. I needed that and I totally got it, so paying $35 as the race fee for a swag hat and country roads was worth it to me.


The weather on Sunday was probably beyond perfect, 33 degrees at the start with sunshine and a low wind of 6 mph, warming up to 40 by the end. I think I have race day dressing down to a science at this point and went with all my favorites to ensure a good day. UA Hat, sunglasses, Timex GPS watch, cotton gloves, UA sportsbra, Nike half zip top, RunningSkirts ultra swift skirt, ProCompression socks and my Asics TriNoosa trainers. This time I suffered no blisters (thank God) maybe because I used some fabric adhesive Band-Aids called “tough strips.” They worked so I’m not questioning a damn thing.

For fueling I used a lot of my standard options. I believe timing is everything the night before a race and sometimes a few days ahead of time. I hydrated with water, coconut water during the week and the night before made sure I slightly carbo-loaded (chicken & rice dinner) but again I didn’t go overboard because this wasn’t a marathon per say but the tummy training never hurts. The morning of I consumed a peanut butter crunch cliff bar, 2 bananas, 1 power bar GU and some coffee (around 550-600 calories). I also consumed 30 ENERGY Bits, which I’ll talk about in a separate review post. Needless to say those bits of green algae were very energy packed and I’m glad I took them pre-race. During the race I consumed 2 more power bar GUs in the strawberry banana flavor (because anything else would make me vomit and I like their drinkable consistency). So hey, all in all I finished in a respectable time and had a really great race. Despite not training the way I had hoped given weather and work conflicts I still managed to enjoy every minute of my race and push for a three minute improvement from last year. It wasn’t the PR I dreamed of but damn it was a good try.

2009 – 2:37:16 5th AG (20-29)
2012 – 2:44:05 2nd AG (30-39)
2013 – 2:41:34 2nd AG (30-39)


Whoa, what?? Yes you read that correctly, twice I won 2nd AG. I have to say I was disappointed by that deeply but the woman who beat me killed my time. She ran something like a 2:33 which would be a PR for me and just wasn’t happening. I have a lot of work to do to improve and I’m telling you training for 2014, started the Monday after. Always a Bridesmaid it seems and never a Bride. I’m hoping to change that though. Don’t make me get all Tracy Harding on you 30-39 year olds…


I ended my race by devouring a Justin’s dark chocolate peanut butter candy bar. Think snickers but a lot healthier or at least that’s the organic lie I tell myself. I stash them for post-race as a treat and holy moly it was worth every inhaled bite. I should have eaten a second one just so I could taste it but I have more races in my future and a waistline to slim down. That was my weekend, hope yours was just as good and we get around to enjoying that elusive spring before the weather Gods melt our asses off this summer.


I have been asked many times how I do what I do, or rather how do I fit ALL I do into such a short time span of 24 hours. The truth is, I don’t. Well, okay that’s not entirely true either. I am a perfectionist who feels like the world is often screwing me over because I really need an extra 6 hours in my day to really do what I want to and NEED to do. *whine* I’ll be honest, there’s a LOT of delegating and a LOT of complaining when things don’t go the way I planned. *bitch* It’s because I have high expectations of myself and probably unrealistic expectations of others. *complain* I’m not saying this is all bad but I do tend to put a LOT of extra stuff on my plate and then say “oh shit” I can’t possibly get ALL of this done in the next hour. I’m sure we all have those moments from time to time. *duh* I’m trying to cut back on the “oh shit my balanced plate is overfull and I just dropped wine on a white carpet feeling.” *bullshit* It’s been hard but slowly a work in progress.

What does this have to do with my love for running, because we all thought this was a running blog?

*AHEM* Well sometimes I just need to realign myself. Yes, this is still a running blog but running is probably only 1/8 of who I am. I’d like it to be more but try explaining that to my family, my job(s), my non-running friends, my volunteer work, my furry cat babies, my graduate school program, ect…

I’m not kidding when I say other things must and have been given up to make it all work. Quick showers or sometimes the occassional wh*re bath when I’m rushing to pick up the monkey, grocery shop and make dinner in under an hour some nights. Eating? yeah I can eat but I don’t have time to really sit down, I’ve probably eaten my dinner as it cooked *insert food poisoning joke here* and cleaned up while everyone else is sitting down. Laundry… I have a basket from two weeks ago I have yet to fold. No joke. In fact I ransacked it this morning for matching underthings to wear because I refuse to wear mismatched underthings. I have SOME civilities left… I lift weights and do cardio while the monkey has sabotaged TV time in between commercials. I run early, I run late, heck if I could give up sleeping 5-6 hours a night I’d probably run long during that time. And yet somehow I love my impossibly crazy life with an infectious desire to keep doing it this way.

I can’t really explain how it works, but you find a way to do what you love when you can. A very wise friend told me that if you work hard enough, want things enough you can have whatever you want in this life, provided you can accept not having everything. Hmm. I think I could live with that. I’m slowly working towards my longterm goals. I’m making things happen but along the way I’m discovering what I do and what I don’t want and as I do that I disgard and let go peacefully of the things that have less meaning to me and my values and pick up the things that I truly believe in. I may not be able to tell you now where I see myself in five years any more than I could have guessed that I would be here in this moment five years prior but I know that every moment was not wasted and was spent passionately pursuing something I valued.

So for all the people who ask me “How do you do it all?” *Well… I keep my superwoman cape in my purse, dry cleaned of course hanging up…* No I don’t. LOL I’ve come to accept that I can only do my best efforts from the time I wake up each day in a positive frame of mind to the time I collapse in bed at night. I’ve accepted that sometimes days will be shit and that you have to stand up and keep going. I’m not going to dress rehersal the bad stuff, I’ve got too much good stuff going for me.

My suggestion is that if you love your busy over filled life make sure you’re atleast somewhat organized. No. I seriously mean that. Don’t do what I’ve done in the past and show up at meetings at the wrong time and place or forget deadlines on projects. Otherwise you might suddenly find yourself with a lack of income streaming in and more “free time” than you planned for. 🙂

1. Get your shit together the night before. Work bag/gym bag/outfit/kid stuff/lunches/ect… I don’t care if it cuts into your 4-5-6 hours of sleep. You will not remember to pack A, B, or C at 6am.

2. Lists will become your friend. Invest in post-it notes and steal packs of them from the office. (Um… I’m kidding about the theft part, you know that right?)

3. Revise said list daily.

4. Not being organized will cut into your finances. Think about that. You barely have time to spend your discrentionary funds as it is, but wouldn’t it be nice to blow it on a swanky vacation if you play your cards right?

5. Clean up your relationships, friendships, and professional contacts. Sometimes *unfortunately* the people in your life have an expiration date. Deal with it or deal with oodles of drama. You choose.

6. Have you made a bucket list? A new year’s resolution? Are you actually doing it? Either start pursuing those passions or you’re bullshitting yourself and everyone around you. Interesting people get shit done, the boring people make excuses and those folks never get invited a second time to the party.

7. Since I don’t have an extra 6 hours in the day, I suggest meal planning. Single or not this by far saves boatloads of time. Nobody is asking what we’re eating. Make use of the crockpot and frozen veggies. I plan breakfasts, lunches/dinners/leftovers around the weekly schedual.

8. Mind your own business. I don’t care if you like watching “train wrecks” from afar, I mean who doesn’t? But don’t jump in thinking you’re going to be helpful. That’s why I cut the cable and the Bravo channel and those needy friends, it was seriously killing my time between 9pm-11pm.

9. Check out the smartphone aps, there are tons to help keep you organized with bell dinging reminders but do whatever will ultimately work for you. I have one for grocery food shopping to target sales, my calendar, my calorie intake, sleep cycle, kindle, ect.

10. Dare Greatly. Be a participant in life. For all the people who are failing to thrive, stagnant in thier dreams and bitching about what you are doing currently. Ignore them. Let go of their negativity, what credibility could they possibly have when they haven’t done anything of interest or importance? They are the joy suckers in your life. So are you going to get in the arena and participate or sit on the sidelines?

I know a LOT of this sounds harsh, but what truth isn’t? If I didn’t stick to my principles I would never get a run in or have the patience to parent a three year old and survive. Anyone who is a parent probably goes through this and none of what I just mentioned is a surprise to them, but I also urge you to not give up on what you are passionate about. Being a good parent also means being good to yourself! It means planning “me” time and “adult” time with your partner. A happy you, makes a happy kid. For those without kids this is your time hustle, baby. Check off that bucket list double time. 🙂 I’ll hop down from my soap box now… I’ve got a 30k race to prep for this weekend and a marathon in T-minus two months. I will leave you with this excellent quote from Teddy Roosevelt which I use to remind myself why I do what I do and how I get it done.

“It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.” Teddy Roosevelt, speaking at the Sorbonne in Paris, April 23, 1910

coffee Copious amounts of coffee also help…

I’ve been playing a perpetual game of catch up. At home, at work, in my fitness, ect… This past Sunday I had an opportunity to finally race for the first time in 2013. A bit late, I know but that’s what comes from too much work/school/excuses/ect… I finally renewed my USATF membership and this time I opted for 2 years because frankly I can’t be bothered to remember such details. Then I signed up for my first team race in years… or at least since I had my daughter in 2010. Luckily the weather this past Sunday was something of a small miracle given all the snow and icy crap we’ve had to deal with in the Northeast. Um hello March? Can we get past the lion/lamb thing and just have some 60 degree days already?? We’ve got a new Pope so can we get some sunshine with that too?

Anyhoo, I ran the Miles for Music 20k race in Highland Park. The race has you circle around Johnson Park several times, about 2 1/2 loops and pretty much after the first loop I will admit I was kind of bored. The park was pretty enough, near the river and across from the New Brunswick Rutgers campus but I just wasn’t feeling the course. My mind kept drifting to wishing I had music *snicker* to distract me during all these miles. I don’t know if it was because I had exited myself from team races for so long or felt apprehensive about my performance. The weather did however warm up nicely and I got to take my longsleeve top off and enjoy the sunshine on my shoulders. I just hope nobdoy took shots of my post baby body, lol. Although, I did get a ton of compliments on my coordinated race outfit.
Miles for Music 20k
I was just keeping it classy, Jersey. I took some before and after shots of my race gear and my finish time. I was happy and pleased with finishing around 1:39, 20k races are hard for me to judge pacewise and I’m grateful I just got my GPS timex watch back in time to run this. My pace ended up being around 7:56 per mile so hey, under 8 minutes a mile and you won’t hear me complaining. It’s technically faster than my marathon pace of 8:20-ish so this is my goal to work towards for Steamtown in the fall. I wore my Lululemon pace setter skirt, but since I lost 8lbs. with my DietBet group it ended up being a little big and chaffed my thighs. Lovely… but that wasn’t even the worst part!!! Ouch
Yeah, total blister nightmare! My new Tri Asics tore my ankles to shreads. *facepalm* I realize this is a pretty newbie running mistake but I swear I broke them in… sort of. It was not pretty and now 5 days later it’s still less than pretty. I thought about doing a swim workout this morning but I was kind of “germed out” and didn’t want to risk any kind of infection. So lesson learned here is that even if I took the shoes for a low milage warm up I will be duct taping my ankles to prevent this stupidity in the future. DUh!

In the meantime, I made full use of Big Eddie as my foot pillow. He didn’t seem to mind and I was appreciative he was willing to help out. I’ll let you know how the bloody socks turn out in the next wash…


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