Lost and Found

Since having finished my marathon (as I have been calling it lately) I have had some difficulty finding the inspiration to keep training.  I know I have some pretty lofty goals for my next marathon and for the next year of racing so not wanting to go for a run has been mildly frustrating.  I keep telling myself that I just need to take a break and that I will soon find my drive again, but I worry that I am kidding myself. Then this morning, with my eyes glued to the tele, I watched history in the making and found myself lacing up my shoes and heading out for a run.

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Meb wins Boston!                                                                       Photo from businessinsider.com

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My first 26.2: 2014 LA Marathon Race Report


If you have spoken with me since November 15, 2013, then our conversation was probably dominated by one topic: my training for the LA Marathon. My obsession got me to the start line and more importantly to the finish line.  I had a some expectations for myself, of which I only met one (two, if you count getting to the starting line) but the experience was unforgettable and I am so happy to finally be able to say that I have run a marathon. LA_MARATHON_SIGN.jpg Continue reading

One Weekend, Two Races, Three friends

I have been craving some spontaneity in my life lately. I keep wanting to get out and do some unplanned things to make me remember to appreciate the life I am privileged to live. To me there is something about doing new things (rerun prevention) that helps me review my perspective and renew my passion for my life. Friday night I exercised my spontaneous nerves by signing up for two races and making plans with three great girlfriends.20131021-201721.jpg

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Congratulations, Sonia!

Every once in a while I witness one of my friends do something spectacular.  Not that I don’t have spectacular friends who do are amazeballs all the time but I don’t very often get the chance to actually witness the thing happening.  But last weekend my friend, Sonia, did something spectacular and I am so proud I was able to be a part of it!

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Cross Country Camp circa 2012


I had just broken up with my future husband and my new running buddy had just been laid off.  We both had some spare time on our hands and decided to spend it trail running.  So we planned a trip to Durango and Telluride, CO, packed up the camping equipment, and stole away to the mountains to become reacquainted with the things that made us “who we are” through lots and lots of trail runs. We dubbed this running vacation “Cross-Country Camp.” Upon arriving home, we vowed to repeat the experience every year to make sure we never lost touch again.  Six years later….we finally made it back out.  This time to Tucson, AZ. Continue reading

Vineman 70.3 Recap

It has been a while since I have been here.  There are several reasons for that. But I feel like I owe it to myself to record the experience I had at Vineman 70.3 on Sunday.

So happy to have shared a great day with a great friend!

Back in November, I decided to sign up for the Vineman 70.3 half Ironman.  I have done this race once before and didn’t finish with the outcome that I had hoped for.  When I signed up the second time my intent was to go back to the same course and redeem myself, to go have the race that I meant to have the first time.  I signed up with my friend, Melissa, who had just completed her first 70.3 event in Austin, TX.  I think that training with her on her long bike rides through the Fall had given me the motivation that I needed to turn over $300 to a race designed to test my limits.

Test my limits it did.  The next 8 months put me on a roller coaster of training, not training, emotion, and pushing my limits to places I never knew were possible.

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School’s Out For Summer!

Remember back when you were little. Remember those butterflies you would get in your stomach during the last week of school?  My favorite day was field day.  It was full of sun and fun and box lunches that we got to eat outside on the grass.  I enjoyed every second of it.

Today, I went to the track for a speed workout and I found the Intermediate School (5th and 6th graders) there enjoying their field day.  The students and teachers were racing each other in 400 M relays.  How fun!  I could tell they were getting close to finishing so I went to my car and did a little work on my phone while I waited.  As the students started to file out of the stadium and I headed out for my warm-up the fire truck across the field turned its water on full blast.  The happy laughter and screams could be heard blocks away as the kids disappeared into the cloud of mist.  The kids got soaked while having a great time.  And just in time for the buses to pick them up.

Now that I am home and it is warm outside, I am craving a sprinkler and a sheet of plastic so that I can enjoy a homemade slip-n-slide while getting grass stains and eating popcicles.  Somehow, I don’t think it will feel the same as it did back when I was younger and my bathing suit was baggy.  I suppose I will have to settle for my Nook and a lounge chair next to a pool.   Anyone?

Prevent the Re-run: What are your favorite memories from the last week of school?

What Lies Within Us

The theme from my high school graduation ceremony came from the forever-famous Ralph Waldo Emerson,

“What lies behind us and what lies before us is nothing compared to what lies within us.”

At the time, I was disappointed with how cliche the theme was and after listening to the quote repeated in what seemed like 4,000 graduation speeches, I never wanted to hear that stupid quote again.  You can imagine my frustration when the quote popped into my head while I was thinking about what I did today.

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Another Brick in the Wall

One of my closest friends is leaving this weekend to participate in her first Ironman 70.3 event.  When she signed up for the race early this year, I committed to doing her long bike rides with her.  Nearly every Sunday this year, we have woken at the crack of dawn, straddled two wheels, and ridden all over the Wasatch.  Last Sunday was the final ride of the season.

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All About the Girls

Over the weekend I celebrated being a girl.  I invited a bunch of my gal-pals over for a slumber party and a half-marathon.  Let me explain.  This all started about 9 months ago when I was teaching a spinning class.  After several of us in the class signed up for a “no boys allowed” bike ride, it was suggested that we also sign up for a girls-only half marathon.  Why not?  It seemed like a fun idea.  Get together with a bunch of your closest girlfriends and run 13.1 miles together?  We all jumped at the chance.  Fast forward a few months and I was having them all over for a weekend all about the girls.

It started with a packet pickup (that was car-ay-zay! busy and somewhat unorganized) and then we all met up at my house for spaghetti dinner.  There is nothing more fun than a bunch of girls sitting around a dinner table with good food and wine talking about life.  I have not smiled and enjoyed myself so much in a long time.  I also find it rare and incredible when 6 girls can sit together and get along while enjoying each other, drama free, for hours on end.

Each of the girls received a little party favor our weekend together.  It included a mix cd of power/girl songs, Pink Lemonade Nuun, and a pink bandanna.  We had previously planned to wear matching outfits but when Mother Nature threw a storm our way the bandannas would become our way to find and identify each other in a sea of pink.  You see, we did the Pink Half Marathon to support breast cancer awareness.  Naturally, the entire field of 700+ women would be adorned in pink.  We followed suit by dressing in a rainbow of pink.

My husband chauffered  us to the starting area which was perfect because it was freezing, raining, windy, and the race started over 20 minutes late.  We stayed in the car until about 2 minutes before the start and used the first mile as our warm-up.  We froze our butts off but we all managed to smile at the finish.  If you look closely, we all have purple lips; and it isn’t because we all shared lipstick either.  In spite of the weather, I can’t wait for the next weekend that’s all about the girls.

Tell Us!  What do you do to celebrate being amazing?