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Marathon #17 in State #13: The Austin Marathon




I truly wish I could’ve thought of a better title for this recap, but maybe just like my beat up legs, my brain is tired and useless. This past Sunday I ran the Austin Marathon in Texas (of course), knocking another state off the long list, though it wasn’t without a massive struggle. Austin, unbeknownst to me before the marathon, is considered “Texas Hill Country” (thanks to the gentleman on my flight home who filled me in on this fact one day too late). I had thought Charlotte and Jackson had hilly courses, but I was truly mistaken in my definition of a hill.

Instead of a play-by-play report of a fun weekend spent in a fun new city with my husband Shawn and several running friends, I thought I’d break the weekend up into “chunks”, because who doesn’t love the word “chunks”.

  • The City of Austin: In my previous marathon experience just three weeks ago in Jackson, MS, bars and beer were few and far between. This was not the case in Austin. It seemed the entire city was NOTHING but bars and restaurants. Yes the LBJ Presidential Library is in town and full of culture I’m sure; however, we weren’t in the mood for no learnin’. We were too busy drinking, riding Jackalopes, drinking, eating sausage and tacos, drinking, and dialing random numbers left on Uno cards. The Red River ran through the city and the river walk did look lovely. Other than that, no real “natural” beauty to gaze at. There is a bridge over the river that is apparently home to bats in warmers months, which explained the mysterious bat theme throughout the town. I’m not sure where the Jackalope makes its home.

Pictured: Culture

  • The Expo/Swag: Not bad! I found a really cool “Run Austin” shirt that is super comfy. The race shirt itself was a great retro design as well. I don’t have a photo because I suck at blogging. Full marathoners also got a good pair of Under Armor running socks. The finisher’s medal also doubles as a belt buckle, which would be cool if I wore belts (my fat ass keeps my pants up just fine, thank you). Again, no picture of the medal because I suck, but take my word when I tell you it featured a nice scene of Austin, complete with BATS!
  • The Course: Well if you enjoy running on slippery, hilly, concrete while taking in the fine sights of local fast food joints, then Austin is your marathon! Seriously, I can’t think of a single spectacular sight during the entire 26.2 miles, other than the damn steep hill leading us up into mile 26. There were no nice historic neighborhoods like in Jackson, or a jaunt through a local park like in Charlotte. Nothing but roads and restaurants. The crowd support was vibrant however, and included an anti-circumcision protester on a scooter. Keep Austin Weird, indeed.
  • Best Moments: The aforementioned protester gave me a chuckle. I mean, his sign had emojis on it which proved his seriousness. I also liked when a volunteer shouted “See you all back next year!” and a runner responded, “Not me! These hills suck!” There we soooo many happy puppies on the course too. Austin is a very dog-friendly city. There were some beer stations but seeing as how I knew I’d be drinking my weight in beer after the run I passed them up. Lastly, it’s rare that Shawn is able to travel with me to my out-of-state adventures, so it helped to have him waiting for me at the finish line with a healing hug. That hug was followed by two very delicious craft beers in the beer tent.
  • Worst Moments: Well most of the marathon was a bad moment. The lines to the porta potties were super long so it didn’t help that I had to pee three times during the run (no idea why or how, peeing is usually not my issue!). Until the half marathon runners broke off, the course was pretty congested which made getting ahead difficult. The scenery wasn’t much to take my mind off of the pain of throbbing legs. Around mile 22 I finally hit the wall and felt dizzy and weak. I gave up on my A Goal and settled into my B Goal which was simply to break five hours. I loudly cursed when I looked up and realized mile 26 was almost entirely up hill. The goodie bag of food presented to me when I finished had a fruit cup in it. WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE DEMANDING FRUIT CUPS AFTER MARATHONS I DON’T GET IT! Seriously race directors, stop giving them out. No one eats them; we aren’t in elementary school.

Austin Texas is a fine town to party in but I wouldn’t run through it again any time soon. My finishing time was around 4:52, which was disappointing as I had wanted to improve on my finish in Jackson. The hills had other plans. I don’t have any other marathons on the horizon nor do I plan to for reasons I won’t go into here. It’s really difficult to change my mindset from constantly preparing for the next long run. Part of me wants to register for the Glass City Marathon in Toledo, Ohio and finally run a sub 4:40 for the first time in four years. The better part of me (Shawn) would probably kill me if I did. I may pick an early spring 5K to target and focus on short distance speed for the first time since…well, ever. I know short distances are nothing to sneeze at and take just as much training but this distance junkie might just relapse.

P.S.- I’d be a terrible wife if I didn’t mention that Shawn ran a 1:52 half marathon in Austin after not running for months and only riding his bike trainer. Shawn is a freak and we should all hate him (just kidding…a little).

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Marathon #16 in State #12, the Mississippi Blues Marathon!

img_7266I think I can safely say I had never experienced “The Deep South” before my recent visit to Jackson, Mississippi. Sure, I’ve been to Florida a lot and even Louisiana, but I would hardly call Tampa and New Orleans a true representation of the South. While waiting for my Uber to the hotel after stepping off of the plane, a gentleman walked past me and my friend Mary Beth and said “Hello Ladies”. Back home, any greeting by a stranger is usually greeted with suspicion. He quickly followed up with, “Welcome to Mississippi. We friendly here.”

Extremely polite strangers were abundant in Jackson. What was not abundant was countless breweries to visit, which I have become accustomed to after running a marathon in a new city. Jackson is like most capitol cities I imagine- probably very busy during the week and then dead on the weekends when professionals are home in other cities. Similar to Detroit, we were told that “the money left Jackson for the suburbs” and there were areas with run down buildings and roads riddled with potholes. However, whenever me and Mary Beth are together, fun is to be had, even if there was only one brewery in town.

Upon landing in Jackson, it was our mission to find coffee and to obsessively check our weather apps to see if the “100% chance of rain all day long, suckas!” forecast had changed at all. My app was more optimistic predicting a 50% chance for rain. My app was horribly wrong. More on that later. The expo for the Mississippi Blues Marathon was held in a local Marriott. It was a nice standard expo with your usual booths for hair bands, medal hangers, and promotions for local races. The woman who gave me my bib said she liked my last name. Again, very polite strangers. Of course, a Blues band played at the expo under blue lights. How meta.

We were told by our very friendly hotel front desk attendant Larry that the new Civil Rights Museum was not to be missed. Mary Beth and I had time to kill, and being the history nerds that we are, decided to check it out along with the Museum of Mississippi History. The history museum was about as exciting as one would expect Mississippi history to be (spoiler alert: moderately interesting). However, the Civil Rights Museum was world-class. It still amazes me the deadly lengths that people went to in order to stop African-Americans from having basic human rights. Seeing banners filled with the thousands of names of those who were lynched, along with a wall filled with the mug shots of all the peaceful protestors who fought for civil rights, was awe-inspiring. If you are ever in Jackson this museum is a must-see. In order to get some levity our next stop was to a local distillery, Cathead. Based on the name along we had to check it out. We were excited to drink some whiskey and vodka until the bartender informed us that local liquor laws prohibited the serving of liquor at a distillery. We would have to drink beer. Oh, darn.

Mary Beth and I ate dinner at a local Blues bar which was pretty dead at around 5pm. Oh well, there was live music and our meals were discounted for running the marathon. We were in bed around 7:30ish and I fell asleep shortly after. Having to get up at 3am that morning to get on a plane took a lot out of me. Despite my 10 hours of sleep, morning came fast and it we began our 1.5 mile walk in the rain, in order to get to the starting line of my 26.2 mile run in the rain. Fun times. Luckily, shortly into our walk some fellow marathoners stopped and asked if we wanted a ride. A lifetime of being told “never get into a car with strangers” went out the window. Besides, there were dressed as runners. So either they were more extremely polite strangers, or very smart sex traffickers who put on a good costume. Thankfully they were the former.

I started my run with the 4:50 pace leader and was feeling like this was a perfect pace and I couldn’t go much faster. I stayed with Mr. 4:50 until around mile 8 when he decided “screw pacing!” and pulled away from the group. Seriously, we were dumbfounded. Maybe he started us out to slowly. At any rate it was around this time I had to make my one and only pee stop. I had to wait nearly 10 minutes in line which killed my spirits, but I was about to piss myself (not that anyone would’ve noticed, all my clothes were soaking wet at this point). In order to make up time I pushed myself to run 9:30ish miles until I hit mile 11. I felt surprisingly strong. The course was pretty through the rain- lots of historic neighborhoods filled with old money. It also offered plenty of challenging hills. I pushed myself to run faster on the down hills and flat portions and took my time on the hilly miles.

Two days before my marathon I attended the funeral of a friend, Karen Perzyk, who was the most amazing runner and triathlete I’ve ever known. She qualified for Boston several times and even the Kona Ironman. It goes without saying Karen was an elite athlete who never accepted less than her best effort. During the second half of my marathon, I felt her presence around me, pushing me through any threat of a wall, pushing me to run faster when I wanted to walk, pushing me to run faster when my legs were killing me. I felt stronger in the last six miles and began running sub-10’s after mile 22. Let me tell you, I have never before in my 15 prior marathons ran negative splits, let alone feel like I’m not going to die in the final miles. There was definitely something bigger than myself with me on that course. I finished in 4:44:30, beating my goal of 4:50.

Usually after a marathon my stomach is not ready for food, but after running the hills of Jackson my stomach wanted ALL THE THINGS. Thankfully there was pizza and beer at the finish. I began shivering in my soaking clothes so we caught an Uber back to the hotel. Mary Beth and I switched into party mode and made our way through many beers, delicious bourbon cocktails, and amazing barbecue.

Running Jackson brought me back some much-needed confidence. It reminded me that I can push myself through pain and fatigue; in fact, that’s the only way to successfully run a marathon. I’m looking forward to the Austin Marathon just three weeks away. I’m hoping to shave a few more minutes off of my finishing time, perhaps run a sub 4:40? My plan is to run less  and cross train more during the week and run long on the weekends. My husband Shawn will FINALLY be accompanying me to an out-of-state marathon and I’m trying to convince him to pace me. He’s one of those annoying people who can run fast with little training.

Long story short- I’m proud of my effort in Jackson and I’m happy to knock another state off of the list. I truly believe 2018 is going to be an amazing year!

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Streaking Through the Holiday Season

Though I have been totally lazy and haven’t written in a while, that’s definitely not because of a lack of running and racing. Before I get to the main point of my post I thought I’d give some updates, since I’m sure all two people who probably read my blog are on the edge of their seats.

I’ve been feeling pretty good about my speed this fall so I was really hoping to run a 2:10 or less at the Detroit Free Press International Half Marathon in October. Well, my dumb butt decided that eating at Polish Village Café the night before was a good idea. I’m sure you don’t need to be reminded that kielbasa and sauer kraut aren’t recommended fuel for running. After about six visits to porta potties in the last three miles, I finished in a disastrous 2:27. However, my urge to run a faster half still needed to be satisfied and I decided to run the Monroe Half Marathon on November 5th. I finished in just over 2:05, smashing my goal of 2:10.

My performance in Monroe gave me confidence that I could run a possible 4:45 at the Charlotte Marathon on November 11th. However, confidence doesn’t make up for a lack of training and long runs. Charlotte is also not like Monroe in that is has HILLS FOR DAYS. I hung with the 4:45 pace group for a while, and to be honest, I began hanging back due to a very loud and obnoxious woman who was running with the group. Hearing her scream as every passing car to “HONK FOR US!!! HONK!!!!!!” was enough for me to let up on my goal. Well, that and the fact I just didn’t have it in me 😉 Oh well, I was pretty pleased to run a 4:52:51. For my next marathon, the Mississippi Blues Marathon in Jackson, I will try this whole “training plan” thing out and again try to run a 4:45 or better.


Look at this sexy medal

To help me achieve my goal in Jackson, I’ve also committed to participating in a holiday running streak sponsored by the Running Lab in Brighton. The rules are simply to run, walk, or hike at least one mile a day between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Day. I’ve tried streaking before unsuccessfully, but the possibility to win prizes and the accountability of posting your workout to their Facebook group every day is very motivating. Something else that is motivating me is how unhappy I am at my current weight. I gained a lot last year with the constant travel my job demanded and it seems to be getting worse lately. I’m tired of making excuses for myself and I know I deserve better. I’m hoping that cutting back on the beer, not eating out at restaurants as much, and committing to my running streak will help shed some of these unwanted pounds.


Have you ever successfully completed a running streak? Have you ever been able to lose weight during the holiday season? Am I an idiot for even trying?

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Running for Fun, and Feeling the Need for Speed


As stated in my previous post, I came out of July with the need to fall back in love with running. In order to do so I signed up for a few races in August that I had always enjoyed running in the past, but that I haven’t been able to enjoy in the past few years due to a constant marathon training schedule (you aren’t going to waste your time running a fun 10K when you have 20 miles on your schedule). I also discovered some new races as well.

August was a great month for fun races, starting with the Advokate 10K in Rochester, Michigan. I’ve already stated why this race was so much fun in the past, and though I didn’t even come close to the 52:10 I ran there four years ago, I still had fun supporting a great cause, St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital. The very next day I ran another 10K in town, the Milford Memories. It was decent enough, except for the fact that I run that route all the time for free. The Milford Memories is a big festival with art and vendors but unfortunately I had to get home to get ready for a 23 mile bike run with friends. Yeah, I kicked some ass that day.

Next up was an 11 mile trail race in Marquette, way up north in the Upper Peninsula. The rugged terrain of the UP made technical trails back home, such as Bald Mountain and Pontiac Lake, feel like an easy stroll through the woods. As difficult as it was, it was nowhere near as difficult as running the 50K going on that same day, which Shawn was able to finish while still in the upright position and without crying. I had fun watching the ultra runners come in after my puny little run (that took three hours!! rocks everywhere!!!!) and was amazed by how so many finished their runs looking like they’d just completed an easy 5K. I want to know the secret to not crying in ultras. Some 50 Mile runners crossed the finish line and strolled over to the food station without even collapsing. Oh, and speaking of food, the post-race spread was delicious burritos from a place called Border Grill in Marquette. Their Border Sauce is the stuff of dreams and I tried unsuccessfully to find a knock off recipe on the internet.

My next super-happy-fun race in August was the famous Crim Festival of Races. Four years ago I finished the 10 mile run in 1:25! This year, well, I took an extra 15 minutes. I spent that extra time drinking mimosas and beer found on the course. My only goal- consume all alcohol offered to me. Goal met. I stayed in Flint the night before and enjoyed a very tasty vegan burger at a bar called The Soggy Bottom, which would be the last place I’d expect to find vegan food. We also enjoyed a “Mystery Beer” off of the menu, which tasted like an amber, but the server wouldn’t give up the secret. I guess it’s iron-clad until the keg is tapped. Part of me still wants to call and see if it’s finished yet.

Last but certainly not least was the Milford Labor Day 30K on September 2nd. This race really shouldn’t be included in this post because 1) It wasn’t in August, and 2) It’s not at all fun. In fact, two years ago when I ran it I almost quit twice. It’s notorious for its relentless hills and the fact that it always seems to be 1,000 degrees on the day of the run. This year, we enjoyed some mild fall-like weather that helped me finish 15 minutes faster than two years ago. Finally, some improvement! When all was said and done, I actually had a great time running the “Milf” this year. Beautiful course, fun after party with Fat Tire beer and burgers, and it doesn’t hurt that I live less than 10 minutes from the start line. There was also an angel who appeared on the course distributing Oberon. You can see my new kittens, Luna and Luigi, modeling the medal in the photo above.

Running the Labor Day 30K somewhat successfully, I really want to give ultra distances a rest for the time being and focus on speed again. The only real races I have coming up are the Detroit Free Press Half Marathon and the Charlotte Marathon. I’d love to maybe break 2:10 for the half, and if the running gods allow, 4:40 for the full. My PRs in both distances are much faster than that, but I fear those days are behind me and it’s time to accept a new running normal. In order to reach these goals, I’m going to run with friends as much as possible. Looking back on my fast finishes from four years ago, I realize it was constantly running with my faster friends that got me there.


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Unlucky #13: The Ann Arbor Marathon

Way back in 2014, I was in great shape and setting PR’s like a champ. It’s been nothing but a sharp nosedive from greatness since, but I do marvel at my accomplishments three years ago. In March of 2014 I set my half marathon PR of 1:50:10 at the Ann Arbor Half Marathon, a very hilly course that in no way should have inspired record-setting speed from me. To this day I have no idea how I pulled that off; to put things in perspective, I returned to run the Ann Arbor Half in 2015 and finished more than 35 minutes slower. Hoping to redeem myself, I did register again in 2016, but after a fun night out with Shawn I woke up race day morning with a hangover, looked at the freezing temperature, said “fuck that”, and got back into my warm bed.

I had never skipped out on a race due to laziness, and guilt inspired me to do something pretty stupid at the end of last year- I registered for the FULL marathon in Ann Arbor as my penance. Never mind that the full was a double loop (ew!) and in March (when Michigan’s weather goes on the rag). Not only would it make up for my misdeeds, but training for a March marathon would inspire me to get my butt out the door during the most miserable months of the year.

As you’ve read in previous posts, I joined up with friends who were training for a 50 miler on their weekend long runs to train for Ann Arbor. A gentle twist of the arm saw me signing up for the 50 miler as well, and now Ann Arbor went from “Early Spring Marathon to Keep me Motivated” to “A Mere Training Run”.

The weather leading up to Ann Arbor wasn’t terrible- pretty mild and no snow or ice. In fact, the Friday prior to the marathon was set to hit 75 degrees! Oh but in typical schizophrenic Michigan fashion the temperature would drop to 40 the next day. The forecast for race morning called for just shy of 40 degrees with a 90% chance of rain. Lovely. I kept checking my weather app hoping that through sheer positivity I could change the weather, but alas, I don’t have X-Men capabilities after all.

The night before the marathon my parents came over to see the new house and of course no visit from mom and dad would be complete without a visit to a local dive bar. Long story short, I ate a lot of bad food and drank a lot of rum. I could barely sleep thinking of everything that would surely go wrong the next day- I wouldn’t make the cutoff. I’d get drenched. I’d have to poop 50 times. When my alarm went off after a solid two hours of actual sleep I almost began crying, that’s how little I wanted to run. Thankfully a friend from the ultra training group was using the marathon as a training run as well, and accountability saw me make my way to the starting line.

Conditions the first half of the race weren’t bad- I even took off my gloves and rolled up my sleeves. As horrible as weather conditions are for Ann Arbor, you can’t deny that it’s a lovely and scenic course. It takes you through the University of Michigan’s campus, through riverfront parks, and through the Arboretum. Thankfully my tummy was on it’s best behavior and the Tailwind Nutrition was keeping my energy steady. Dare I say it, I was enjoying myself! Then, magically on cue, as soon I started my second loop of the course, the rain began to fall.

The rain started as a mist and I thought, no big deal. Then Mother Nature laughed at my arrogance and it began to pour. Areas of the course became nothing but puddles which aren’t as easy to hop around after 17 miles of running. The Arb was nothing but mud. And remember how I said it was not even a high of 40 degrees? I was absolutely miserable. At one point the Five Hour pace group leader ran up to me and asked, “You’re running slow, are you okay? Taking in enough calories?” First of all, fuck you for asking such a condescending question. Second of all, I answered a bit more diplomatically, “I’m running a marathon in the rain, I’m as good as I can be.” Mr. Happy Asshole replied, “Well I’m running a marathon in the rain too! Stick with me and we’ll finish together!” UGH. I had really wanted to finish in less than five hours but the prospect of having to listen to him for the next seven miles was enough to make me walk and accept defeat.

When I finally finished I was a soaking and shivering mess. The Mylar blanket handed to me was soaked as well but I took it anyway. In all, I finished marathon #13 in just over 5:11, which given the weather and course conditions and the fact I had run 31 miles in the week leading up to this marathon (and it was just a training run after all), I was pretty satisfied. Thankfully I was smart enough to pack a change of dry clothes and my training buddy had an office in town where we could get changed.

To put it in perspective how cold I was driving home, it took me 20 minutes to work up the courage to leave my heated truck and walk into my house. When I finally did, I spent most of the rest of the day on the couch watching comedy specials on Netflix. I treated myself to a victory Bloody Mary and lots of peanut M&M’s.


My penance having been satisfied, that night I swore off running Ann Arbor ever again. However, an urge to return and break five hours has been nagging me since. I never claimed to be a quick learner.

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The Lost Year

As my tens of loyal readers surely noticed, I didn’t publish a single post to The Rum Runner in 2016. I previously discussed that this was due to having a travel-intensive job that drained most of my excess energy. In fact, I thought I would just abandon my silly little blog all together. When I had the urge to write a few weeks ago I had fun looking back on all my previous posts and reliving some fun (and some painful) memories. It’s truly hard to believe that I’ve been recording my musings on running for five years now!

That being said, I realized recently that I sold myself short regarding my running accomplishments last year. In addition to many miles logged on Hampton Inn treadmills, I completed three marathons in three new states:

  1. The Walt Disney World Marathon (as part of the Goofy Challenge), Florida
  2. The Wisconsin Marathon, appropriately in Wisconsin
  3. The Tucson Marathon, Arizona

MB and me in AZ

I won’t go into mega details since I’m terrible at writing exciting recaps. In fact, I’m pretty terrible at writing anything exciting. But you know who DOES write awesome recaps? My friend MB over at Run All The States! There you can read about our shared adventures, and her solo ones, which I’m sure she’ll be doing more of because my husband is all “smart” with money and has put his foot down on doing any out-of-state marathons for a while because we bought a house and we’re adults and he’s a BIG MEANIE (just kidding of course, but I’m itching for an adventure).

I didn’t set any PRs with these marathons, unless number of poop stops during a marathon counts as a special PR. Darn Disney and their early-ass wake up calls really messed with my system the entire weekend. Wisconsin offered a great course the first half of the marathon, then saw us running on shoulders of main roads the second half. Also featured on the second half was a brick wall of wind pushing against me. Tucson had a pretty boring course as well with even more miles run on shoulders of main roads, only these weren’t closed to traffic! Another thing all three of these runs had in common was a complete lack of beer. After running the Route 66 Marathon in 2015 I’ve just come to expect booze every few miles to help kill the pain.

Other running highlights from last year:

  • Visiting one of my best friends in Salt Lake City, Tracy, and running the SLC Half Marathon. It’s such a beautiful course and I’d love to return to run the full again.
  • Subjecting myself to more trails- I ran three trail half marathons and one four-hour timed run on a loop in Bloomer Park. I have learned that trails are hard and make me hungry. Boy I can’t wait to run 50 miles of trails soon (that was typed in sarcasm font).
  • Running the Brooksie Way and actually pushing myself to a challenging pace on such a beautiful fall day in Michigan. I love this half marathon so much.
  • Completing my very first Detroit Turkey Trot! It was also my first 10K in a very long time that I finished in an hour. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

So despite the missed races and long runs and time with friends and family due to my job, I guess upon reflection that 2016 wasn’t the complete disaster I remember it to be. Also, those hotel points and SkyMiles will prove very handy when I’m allowed to travel again. Honestly, what I am looking forward to most this year is more miles and fun with my running friends.



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New Year, New Training!

We are now 12 days into the new year and I must say, it’s already off to a better start than 2014. Life is so much more enjoyable without divorce drama and a Polar Vortex to contend with. The short time I’ve been here in 2015 has mainly been spent working toward my two main goals this year: Swimming an open-water 5K and PRing the shit out of a Spring marathon, whether it be the Flying Pig or a different, local, race I may or may not register for that takes place at the end of March (*shifty-eyed glance*).

I’ll admit, I’ve been a terrible slacker on my long runs lately. I really have no valid excuse other than “I don’t feel like it.” I have a great guy and fluffy cat at home, making it way to cozy and difficult to take a three-hour run on a Saturday morning. However, now that I have that “sub 4-hour marathon” itch again, I’ll be forcing myself out the door more from now on. You don’t get fast eating caramel corn and perusing Twitter all morning long.

Still beats the treadmill.

Whatever it takes

One area where I have not been slacking is swimming. I logged over four miles of swimming last week, more than I swam in the entire month of December. I really enjoy my swim workouts. I feel my kick getting stronger and my stroke getting more efficient, even though I’m still getting passed by large old men on the regular. Oh well, Rome wasn’t built in a day. I ordered some new goodies on clearance from to reward my new swimming obsession, which included a new pink bathing suit and swim cap. Well, the swim cap already has a hole in it and the suit is cut high on the hips and makes my butt look like biscuit dough exploding out of the canister. Not exactly the motivation I was looking for.

Speaking of my exploding butt, I’ve decided to make a really big concerted effort to cut out the junk. Yesterday at the store I bought a bunch of power greens, berries, lean chicken, sweet potatoes, and other things that I usually buy and throw away after they’ve gone rotten in the fridge. But not this time! I have a new pink bathing suit that I need to fit into (and am too lazy to return)! More dinners at home will be the next step, which is easier when you have a boyfriend who makes amazing homemade chicken noodle soup.

More long runs. More swimming progress. Don’t eat crap. Easier said than done. I get lots of inspiration reading the training plans and progress of others and really enjoy all of your blogs. Hopefully you all can do the same reading my incoherent ramblings. Even if you aren’t inspired, there’s a chance I’ll post a picture of my cat every once in a while.

Thanks for reading!


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2014 Year in Review: Numbers and Math and a Preview of 2015

My father is a numbers guy and that has always bugged me. Whenever I mention a social gathering/race/whatever I’ve just attended, his first question is always “How many people were there?” When I point out that sorry, I wasn’t aware I was supposed to be counting, he starts throwing out estimates. “Were there about 20? More than 30?” It gets on my nerves for the simple fact that my brain isn’t wired that way. Numbers are my enemy. I’m a known generous tipper because of my inability to do simple math in my head. I would suck on the Price is Right because fuck if I know what a broom is supposed to cost. The only time I obsess about numbers, however, is in relation to my training. Here is what my 2014 looked like in numbers. My dad would be proud.

In 2014 I completed 2,198 miles:

I ran 1,794 miles

I biked 375 mile

I swam 28 miles

I ran 2 marathons with a PR of 4:29:10 (which included at least 5 potty breaks)

I ran these marathons in 2 new states (scratch Utah and Indiana off the long list!)

I ran 6 half marathons with a PR of 1:50:10

I ran 3 of those halfs as a pace group leader

I ran 1 half marathon through 2 countries (I heart you Detroit International Half Marathon)

I finished 1 half marathon holding the hand of the man I love

I ran 6 5Ks with a PR of 23:47

I entered 3 sprint triathlons and successfully completed 1 (damned open water anxiety)

I missed out on 3 races I registered for due to being hit by 1 car

I peed in the woods 2 times

I pooped my pants 1 time

And on that final (brown) note, I will end the data. I’m very proud of my accomplishments in 2014, even though it ended on a frustrating note with inexplicably slower speeds, including a 10K I ran in 1:01. Ouch. I’ve been going out for shorter runs lately and trying to really push myself and I’m happy to say there is still some speed hidden inside of me, I just have to work for it.

Though I’m already registered for two marathons in 2015, including the Skyline Chili 4-Way at the Flying Pig in Cincinnati (that’s a 5K, 10K, and full marathon all in one weekend), my main goal is to run less in the coming year. I feel like a lot of my training runs lately have been for the wrong reasons, whether to prove that I’m tough or to be like the cool kids who run 50+ miles a week. Running less will also give me time to swim more, which will help me achieve my main goal of 2015: swim an open water 5K. Right now the idea sounds ridiculous and I’ve been afraid of telling people for fear of being laughed out of the room. Really? The same girl who couldn’t finish 750 meters in a sprint triathlon is going to finish 5,000?! What can I say, I love an impossible challenge (unless it involves math). I love how strong swimming makes me feel and though I have a long way to go, I’m willing to put in the effort. I see many more group swims with the FAST Masters Swimmers in the coming months.

The past year was thrilling and difficult and exciting and terrifying and shitty and wonderful and I can’t wait for the adventures and life experiences the new year brings.






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Oh, hey there! My it’s been a long time since I’ve updated this thing. I’ve been BOMBARDED with requests to update my thousands upon thousands of readers with an update of my activities, and I’ve never been one to disappoint. So get yourself a snack and a beer and get settled while you read back on some of the exciting things I accomplished this past summer/fall:

1) I got hit by a car! Okay, this isn’t necessarily an accomplishment, but anytime you collide with heavy machinery it definitely makes the memory bank. One August morning I was out for a training run and crossed an intersection at the “walk” signal. Glancing over my left shoulder, I didn’t see any drivers turning right into the intersection. Unfortunately, a black SUV was turning from the far right turn lane and hit me with their front passenger mirror and front end. They also drove off, bastard! Anyway, I was lucky to walk away relatively unharmed. I sustained a bruised calf muscle and tendonitis in my left foot that took me out of the running game for nearly a month.

While I’m totally healed by now, my speed and endurance have not returned. At all. In fact, I’m practically back to the speeds I was hitting my first year running. It’s been humbling for sure, and a bit disconcerting. Running feels extra difficult lately. I’ve scheduled a doctor’s appointment to rule out any vitamin deficiencies, or cancer or AIDS or whatever.

2) I ran my fifth marathon in my fourth state! MEDALS AND RUNNING ALL THE STATES!!! I knocked Indiana off my list by running the Indianapolis Monumental on November 1st. I had no great expectations for this run. My lack of long runs due to my accident and slowing speeds made me adopt a “fuck it!” attitude. I knew I could finish, and that’s all I expected.

What I didn’t expect was how much fun I’d have. Indianapolis is a fun town- clean, safe, and full of bars and good eats. The architecture was also stunning. I made this trip with my friend and running-buddy extraordinaire, Mary Beth. After our respective races we ate and drank away the soreness.
Oh, and for the record, I finished in 5:02:06. Blaaaah. Whatever, I got my medal bitches!

3) I finished a triathlon without freaking out in the water! By far my proudest accomplishment this summer. On September 14th I completed the Holly Recreation Area sprint triathlon, held by Tri To Finish. It was one of the first chilly mornings of the fall and temps were in the low 40s. The scenery was pretty and serene and helped calm my out of control swimming nerves. I finished the swim, slowly but surely, and proceeded to one of the hilliest bike courses I’ve ever experienced. In fact, I saw many an athlete walk their expensive tri bikes up the relentless hills.

I, however, stayed on my 1,000-ton road bike and never walked. I ran the 5K with no feeling in my quads and crossed that finish line with immense pride. I did it! Finally a successful sprint triathlon in 2014! I fell in love with Tri To Finish events so much after this race that I entered their contest to be a sponsored team member in 2015. What does that mean? I have no idea! But they claim they pick “heart over speed”, so thank God for that. I submitted my pitch yesterday. Fingers and toes crossed!

4) I paced more races! Along with my Your Pace or Mine buddies, I’ve been fortunate to pace two half marathons this fall- The Brooksie Way and the Clarkston Backroads. What’s better than running a fall half marathon? Running for free and inspiring other runners, of course! I absolutely love pacing and can’t wait for more opportunities. There’s even been talks of YPOM being asked to pace the Charlevoix Half Marathon, which all my millions of readers will recognize as my favorite half marathon EVER.

So what’s next? I’m currently training for the Rock N’ Roll New Orleans Marathon on January 25th. My super-awesome-boyfriend Shawn will be running with me, although much faster and further ahead of me I’m sure. Jerk. Mary Beth and some wild YPOMers will be joining the fun as well. I would love a PR, no matter how small. In the meantime I’m cleaning up my diet (haha not really), doing more speedwork, and waiting to hear what the doctor tells me in regards to my recent sluggishness. I’ve also been hitting up the pool more often in hopes of an epic and wildly stupid goal I have for next summer…you’ll have to stay tuned.

Thanks for reading! Let me know your tips for getting over a running slump below!*

*Besides rest, because that would just be silly.

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Racing and Pacing and Beer Chasing


Hey, didn’t I run a marathon recently?

Officially it’s been a little over two weeks since I ran the Salt Lake City Marathon, though it feels like ages ago. You can probably tell by my reluctance to write a recap that the race didn’t go quite as well as planned (the other reason being my master procrastination skills). My official finish time was 4:29:02, which is officially a 30-second PR, but I was hardly in a celebratory mood after finishing this marathon. My run was plagued by stomach issues so severe that I had to stop FIVE TIMES to use the port-a-johns. Every stop I saw my goal time slipping further and further away, and I even thought about quitting. However, in the midst of my despair, I thought about how I was getting that medal whether I finished in four hours or six hours, and to stop acting like such a sore loser. I had trained in below freezing wind chills and through personal turmoil, so I wasn’t going to let a “crappy run” (see what I did there!) ruin a good time. And in the end, I did have a great time running Salt Lake City. The course was beautiful, the weather was perfect, and I had some of my best friends there to cheer me on. Life was truly good that day.

My next marathon will be a return to Charlevoix on June 21st. I’ve been cutting back on sugar, which I believe to be the culprit of my crappy experience (I did it again!). Nothing but plain bagels before long runs from now on, and absolutely NO CAFFEINATED GU! I’ll be experimenting a lot with pre-long run nutrition in the next month, which will hopefully get me closer to my goal of breaking four hours.


A few months back a message was posted to the Your Pace or Mine forum asking for volunteer pacers for the Let’s Move Half Marathon in Mt. Clemens. Though it was a week after my marathon, I knew I would have no issue pacing the 2:20 group and happily volunteered my novice services. I figured it would be a fun new running experience, plus I get to run a half marathon AND get a medal for FREE! I had a blast with my pacing partner, telling horrible jokes and feeling kind of like a badass when people marveled at my ability to run a half a week after a full marathon. I can’t wait for more pacing opportunities in the future, as my race addiction is quite expensive. Below is a picture that captures the sheer joy a free race will bring:

I am ever so white.

I am ever so white.


This past Friday I ran ANOTHER FREE RACE thanks to the kind people in the Southeast Michigan Runners Facebook group. The race was the Hightail to Ale 5K held at the Atwater Brewery in Detroit. Full disclosure: I am not a fan of Atwater Beer. I had tried their IPA in the past and it was pretty gross. However, my favorite kind of beer is always FREE, so I was excited to run a 5K that gave you not only a free beer, but also a pint glass, shirt, and bottle-opener medal! Add in a nice jaunt along Detroit’s Riverfront, and this race was pretty much perfect. Despite hosting over 4,000 runners I was able to PR according to my watch, though my name is mysteriously absent from the official results. Hmm. Oh well, it was a fun Friday night race and I got to see a lot of familiar faces. Metro Detroit truly has a tight running community.  And as for my free beer, I tried the Dirty Blonde. It was…okay.

My next race will be the Fifth Third Riverbank Run in Grand Rapids, my first time doing this famous 25K! Speaking of beer, a stop to Founders will be absolutely necessary. After that, I’m giving racing a rest until Charlevoix. I think my body and wallet will be grateful.

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