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Help Me. Please.


Workout – elliptical easy 30 minutes.  really, too easy if you ask me.  but what am I gonna do.  I’m not running until Saturday.  there is only one stairclimber that is always in use.  my hands are tied.  default to the elliptical these days.  it’s really too bad you can’t do an elliptical marathon.

I need help.  In many ways. 

I need help organizing my schedule, preferably in the form of a full time personal assistant to remind me of things such as: go to your daughter’s kindergarten orientation this morning as well as find childcare for my son so that I am not chasing him up and down the halls at said orientation like I did last year for big sis.  it’s important.  you should probably be there and not miss it.  I missed it.  even though it was in the calendar.  anna will be none the wiser.  she’s just as clueless as I am.  something about the apple and the tree.

truthfully, on Monday I appropriately stressed ahead of time that she had orientation and I needed to figure out that little scheduling snippet of the week.  I promptly pushed it to the back of my mind to be ‘taken care of later’.  It was not taken care of later.  I didn’t know I missed it until I was reminded by a friend and the school secretary who left a message saying what kind of horrible mom are you that you missed your daughters orientation to such a milestone as kindergarten you should be ashamed we’re sorry we missed you today, perhaps you could try to come into our Thursday orientation?  not gonna happen.  still no childcare for my little gremlin and anna is in school.  unless you want to take cutie little gremlin Luke.  I’m in.

I need help folding my laundry.  there’s just too much of it for one person to do.  when I get to heaven, I’m going to ask God why there is so much darn laundry and where the heck does it all come from.  the basket it always full.  there is always a load in the wash.  always a load in the dryer.  always one waiting to be folded.  no matter what.  not nice.

I need help making certain decisions, one of which is what music to put on my new shuffle.  so green.  so friendly looking.  so cool.

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I decided I wanted to run part of this marathon with music.  preferably the latter part.  I know.  I’m so on top of things and I’m so completely prepared.  I do things so far in advance it’s scary.  2 days before I leave and I have an empty green shuffle that I can’t get to sync with my computer, no music other than carrie underwood, taylor swift (don’t judge my music choice, but I know they are not going to help in the deathly realms of miles 21-26.2) and earphones I have never tried.  fantastic.  the guy at Target told me sometimes the earphones I got tend to hurt your ears after awhile.  I was thinking, dude, I’m not worried about a little ear bud pain.  that pain is nothing compared to the discomfort I am likely to experience at mile 24.  and I’m not paying $30 for the earphones you think I should get.  needless to say, I’m at a loss and don’t know where to begin to find adrenaline pumping heart beating music.  help me.

There is a good article, HERE, from Runner’s world about the pros and cons of running with music.  I think because I NEVER run with music, it could really help me keep my own thoughts out of my head.  I don’t want them there.  kind of a scary place the last few miles of a marathon.

What I don’t need help with is finding ways to make my life a little easier.  that’s a lie.  I need lots of help finding ways to make my day flow like milk chocolate, but I do have a few ways that help me smooth out the day…

1.  When there’s just not time to shower before going to kindergarten orientation to dance class and missing orientation….(be warned – unshowered, makeup-less pictures of me with random products, because it’s been awhile and I thought you should see some unshowered ridiculous pictures of me with products.  fun)

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neutrogena got beat out by generic.  I bought neutrogena the first time, then this was on sale for like $2 less right next to it.  how could I not?  that’s $2 that could go directly to the lululemon fund kids college savings for goodness sake.


2.  For when there’s not time to put on makeup.  ever.  tinted moisturizer.  inexpensive version.  so that I don’t even have to feel bad about wearing it to the playground.  once again, neutrogena saves the day.

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3.  For when you turn 30 and the eye wrinkles become a tad more noticeable and the regular stuff just isn’t cutting it…

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4.  For when you take a sabbatical from protein powder, or just keep forgetting to order it, and need other non-meaty ways to get in protein (I opted out of this pic, egg whites stand alone)….

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I’m thinking my body is made up mostly of egg whites at this point.  light and fluffy.


5.  For when the little guy only takes a one hour nap after being up at 5am all week and chooses to be a pissy pants crazy kid for the rest of the day…


TOTALLY KIDDING.  I would never.  even think about it.  he’s far too smart and would be out of that thing is seconds.  we use binkies and froggy loves and big sisters and happy words for attitude adjustments instead.  I was told in motherhood 101 that straight jackets were not appropriate.

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this seems to do the trick.  as does a little good, old fashioned American Tail.  who doesn’t love Fievel.


And the prep continues for long weekend travels with gammy and the little girls.  Trying to figure out my silly little shuffle that doesn’t want to cooperate.  Getting some epsom salt and soaking in the tub.  followed by lots of rolling and icing tonight.  and then some packing.  and folding laundry.  and sleeping.  and making mental lists of all the things I need to do – like NOT forget the garmin or the charger.  very important. 

This will probably be the last post before the race on Saturday, and even then I can’t make promises of too much posting while in Nashville.  And I am already calculating that I am short about 8 hours of time tomorrow with all of the stuff I have to get done.  and a 6am flight on Friday.  joy.  gonna be tight.  I’ll make it work.  sleep is overrated.  among many other things.  I’m off to soak in some epsom salt and hydrogen peroxide.  fingers crossed. 


happy running and racing and spectating and anything else that goes with running this weekend!!!


Claiming It


Workout – chasing Luke around at 5am.  I am claiming that as my workout.  done.

other things I am claiming as my workout –

Staying up far too late last night enjoying the company of a very best friend and wine, and dinner, and flourless chocolate cake, and another bday celebratory cocktail – peach flirtini.  I can’t pass up the peach.  that’s a workout.  in some convoluted way, totally claiming that as a workout.  fork to mouth.  repeat.  work it girl.

I’m also claiming walking up and down the aisles of DSW shoe warehouse looking for the perfect pink pump.  found.

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all this nonsense talk the other day about needing comfortable shoes for my hard working feet.  eh.  not today.  fashion over comfort.


and the perfect wedge.  found again.

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someone needs to dress this girl up and take her out.  I might sleep in those tonight.  my 4 year old would.  one on each foot.  husband, do you see a problem with that?  I don’t see a problem.

actually, that little wedgy beauty is from the aisles of Marshalls.  an equally dangerous shoe haven.  I never knew I needed these until they jumped out at me.  scary actually.  even then, I held in my hands another basic, linen wedge saying to my girlfriend, I really want to be that (insert stripy fun wedge shoe) girl, but I’m really more of a basic linen wedge girl.  and she says, as any bf would, you know what, you will never be that (insert stripy fun wedge shoe) girl if you always go for the basic linen wedge.  I see you as the stripy fun wedge.  I’m a stripy wedge.  who knew. 

With a lot of things, I see myself one way, but want to be a different way – step out of my comfort zone, different, better, challenged.  I hold myself back because I tell myself, self, you are definitely not that person.  well, I can imagine why you’re not that person smarty, because you tell yourself you’re not and you keep doing things like buying basic linen wedges when you want the stripy wedge.  the linen wedge that keeps you being the linen wedge.  get the freaking linen wedge out of here and add a little stripe!  and patent leather!  and sass!  just a little.  take a baby step.  take a baby chance.  grow. 

and I’m so happy with my stripy wedge.  I don’t wish for one second that I had bought the linen wedge.  embodying the stripe.  linen be gone.  but for all I know I’m missing the trend entirely and linen is the most “in” thing right now.  besides the point.

I used to do this with running.  Oh, you’re not a runner.  you just run.  and you want to be a ‘runner’, but that’s for those other people.  and oh, you can’t run a sub 1:29 half marathon.  that’s for fast people.  I want to be fast, but those fast numbers are for fast people.  but I am a runner.  whether I run a 2 hour half or a 1:25 half.  and I am fast.  sometimes.  and I took little steps to get there.  out of my comfort zone.  and I will never win the olympics, or even get close to the olympics, but I’m claiming myself as a runner.  and anything else that I want to be that I tell myself I can’t be.  taking baby steps to get there.  like buying a stripy wedge instead of a linen one.  or buying a wedge at all.  there’s no reason for this 5’9.5” (yes, claiming that 1/2 inch as well) girl to be wearing a 4inch wedge.  but I want to.  so there.  life lessons in shoes.  be who you want to be.  or at least start trying to get there.  put down the linen wedge there stripy.


So if you count today, it’s 4 days until Marathon #5.  If you don’t count today, it’s 3 days until Marathon #5.  either way, it’s close.  What have I done to get ready for it today? 


that’s a good thing.  no working out.  no Lululemon stalking shopping.  no Fleet Feet run ins.  no pace calculations.  calm.  cool.  collected.

But, I had a massage yesterday.  that was….interesting.  chatty hatty massage therapist.  but I wasn’t really going to relax – I was going for her to massage the heck out of my legs and make them happy again.  this particular massage therapist was described to me as ‘a large woman who can get the work done’.  oh my.  230lbs of large kneading into my glute and hamstring.  that’s painful.  they wouldn’t budge.  tight is an understatement.  I might be slightly bruised today, but I do feel ‘looser’ in the leg area.  I think.  I’ll get back to you on that in a couple days when I can feel my legs again.

She recommended that I take an epsom salt/hydrogen peroxide bath a couple times before the race.  is she talking out of her bum?  I’ve heard of taking them after a race, but I guess taking one before couldn’t hurt.  Thoughts?


What is the last pair of shoes you bought (not sneakers)?

Do you like to get massages?

Have you ever taken an Epsom salt bath?  Beneficial?


Tweet Me Nicely


Workout – 30 minutes easy elliptical (this is taper time) and 20 minutes of leg strength:

Seated adductors/abductors

Seated squats

Plie squats with shoulders

I don’t think I’ve been this excited to go to the gym at 5:30 am in quite awhile.  what could this be?  the stellar terrific run I had yesterday?  the run that quite possibly still has me high on endorphins and loving every little miniscule part of life?  even butterflies.  and poopy diapers.  ok not poopy diapers.  dislike.  or my two year old who is trying to eat me alive today with terrible screaming fits.  I love him.  but dislike the very inconvenient meltdown tantrums in the middle of whole foods.  pretty sure I could live without that.  but loving every other part of life. 

I am really very excited that I ran yesterday and am walking to tell about it today.  I absolutely don’t feel perfect.  My right leg is tight, but not ‘splinty’.  that makes me want to sing and dance.  especially considering I ran a marathon just over a week ago.  if there was ‘splinty leg’ to be had, it would for sure be happening right now.  that’s my theory.  so the fact that it just feels tight and not holy crap I can’t walk without it hurting, makes me feel pretty darn good.  REST DOES A BODY GOOD! 

I could use more rest for that leg, for sure.  and I will rest it until Saturday.  then I will continue to rest it for a bit after that.  but then I have a half marathon one month later that I LOVE TO RUN.  my favorite half marathon.  not because it’s the only half I have run besides the horrid colchester hills this past february.  my heart belongs to Ironhorse.  there is nothing spectacular or exciting about this half.  just that it works well for me.  and I want to rock it this year.  back when I was planning my races and the projected outcome of each one for the year, this was going to be a big half PR race.  BUT, lesson learned from my personal Gansett nightmare – I will definitely adjust my goals accordingly depending on how I feel leading up to it.  I don’t need to have another complete meltdown half way through the race and start hyperventilating in a sobbing mess.  what?  that didn’t happen at gansett.  you’re crazy.

that’s all there is to it.  I love to run.  I love to challenge myself.  I love to push the line.  I have lost my mental edge a little bit these past couple months.  and I felt it big time in my last race.  maybe it’s because the running has been lacking in a major way.  maybe it’s because I haven’t been pushing myself everyday.  whatever it is, my little run yesterday gave me a taste again for running hard.  I want to, need to, hold on to that.  especially this weekend.  big goals, or little goals, make it work.  push it hard.  make it happen.  give it your best everytime.  and everytime it will get easier.  i think.  that’s my plan anyway.  feel free to join me.



Alright all of you Twitter Tweeple.  tweeple.  I’m so witty.  and so original.  i’m sure NO ONE has every used that word before.  anyway you lovely tweeps tweeting out there – I’m in.  I did it for you, FitFluential.  They told me I could let you peeps know this, I have been accepted as a FitFluential Ambassador!  Yay! 

Ok, I’m not exactly 100% certain yet what that means, but hopefully it means some very good things for YOU and ME in the future.  I’m still crossing my T’s and dotting my i’s with them, but this should be fun.

That is why you will see the little “follow me on twitter” button over yonder in the sidebar.  nothing fancy because nothing on this free blogspace of mine is fancy.  yet.  and I am pretty clueless about the in’s and out’s of twitter, so please bear with me as I learn.  so if you ‘follow’ me, be kind to any silly ‘tweets’ that make their way out into the twitter world.  It’s a big big world out there, all that Twitter stuff.  kinda crazy.  kinda funny.



I am in the countdown mode to Nashville.  This is going to be a lot more work to ‘prep’ for this race – in more than just getting myself ready to run.  I think it will be good for me to run COMPLETELY 100% outside of my comfort zone. 

I’m bringing my two little girls with me.  and my mom.  I need backup.  and leaving the boys at home.  the little girls don’t know about the trip yet.  this was more self-preservation of my sanity than anything.  I do want them to be surprised, but I really didn’t want them packing for a month and asking me every 5 minutes for 3 weeks, when are we going to nashville???  so, they won’t know where we are going until 5:00am on Friday morning when they are pulled from their slumber to get to the airport.  so fun. 

Lots of prep for this.  like I said.  make sure the boys are all set.  make sure the girls are all set with a gazillion activities to keep them busy on the plane. 

This is going to be a busy week.  especially since I am still busy with bday celebrations – tonight, tomorrow and Thursday night.  quite the social calendar I have this week.  and evenings are really when most of my ‘stuff’ gets done because the days are pretty shot with kid stuff. 

my getting to bed by 9pm everynight this week plan might not pan out so well.  I will do my best.

I will also do my best to stay away from Lululemon this week and avoid the I must buy a new marathon outfit crazy talk.  I promise.  I will do my best.

I will also do my best to keep up on the blog this week.  it may be tough.  but, now you can keep up with me on twitter!  as soon as I figure out how to do that.

I will also do my best not to go crazy figuring out pace calculations and other pre-race mental stuff I do.  this is going to be a nice race.  nice.

I will also do my best to ice, compress, roll.  ice, compress, roll.  repeat. 

and I will do my best to keep my happy/life is good/go with the flow/anything is possible/dream big work hard attitude.  and you should too.  go for a run if you can’t find it.  it might be out on the road somewhere.  or hiding behind a bush, so don’t be afraid to take a potty break if you need to. 

that’s it for me.

Luke is outside somewhere.  maybe trying to find his happiness.  I hope he finds it.  for my sake.  and I need to go find him.  and I must feed the children.  doing my job.


Who’s on Twitter???

Who has run a Rock and Roll marathon before? 

When do you get most of your busy/housework stuff done? 


Gansett Marathon Recap


Workout – I feel the need to write this just because I generally start the posts like this.  no workout.  I’m just not one of those people that can, nor do I want to, run the day after a marathon.  or two days after a marathon.  or 3-7 days after a marathon.  totally ok with that.

I do think it’s great to keep moving after a marathon.  and I do PLENTY of running around after the little kidlings.  I’m working that lactic acid right out.  no worries.

Let’s cover the basics, then get to the nitty gritty of what went down this past weekend and why I was seconds away from quitting the whole darn race.

Warning – it’s a long one…get some popcorn, or chocolate, or adult beverage, or a pencil to start poking your eyes out if it gets too boring, and read on…   

The marathon was held in beautiful Narragansett, RI.  The host hotel was the Village Inn.  That is where I stayed Friday night.  I have committed major blogger fail here and NOT taken pictures of much of the surroundings and happenings pre-race.  My apologies.  but I would just as much want our Friday night dinner experience to be erased from memory as I would the actual running display at the marathon.  so it’s good there are no pictures to document. 

The whole fam and I drove to Rhode Island Friday afternoon because I just didn’t want to drive an hour and a half Saturday morning – while dealing with three kids in the car.  it’s generally not a pleasant experience.  it’s generally the fresh 2 year old getting himself out of his carseat every 5 minutes that makes it that way.  We stopped for dinner, checked in to the hotel and then the hubs went back home with the kids and drove back on Saturday morning so that we didn’t end up with two vehicles there. 

Friday Dinner…what may have been the beginning of the downward mental spiral (preceded only by 3 and half weeks of resting shin splints and running less than a handful of times….so many excuses I can come up with)

We went to PJ’s Pub in Narragansett.  Do not ever go to this establishment.  I don’t care if they are offering diamond encrusted filet.  It was the most appalling dining experience I have ever had. 

Long story short- I ordered a Greek Pasta – very light.  The waitress puts in front of me a heart attack in a bowl – this chicken broccoli thing that was swimming in alfredo sauce.  I couldn’t even see the pasta.  I very nicely said I really hate to be a pain, but I didn’t order this.  She says, Oh well that’s what I wrote down.  I said I still didn’t order it, would you mind sending it back and making what I ordered.  No problem.  Well, apparently Mr. Owner thought it was a problem.  She came back with dish in had saying, you are going to have to pay for the new dish that you want.  In addition to this creamy mess in my hand.  Oh, you mean the dish that I ordered?  The one that you messed up?  I have to pay for that and the one I don’t want?  Whoa.  Not going to happen.  Fuming.  Hubs and I say, very kindly, would you mind sending Mr. Owner out here so we can chat.  No problem.  And Mr. Owner thought this was a problem.  Waitress comes back and says, he’s too busy, he won’t come out.  Oh. My. Word.  Give me the check so we can get the heck out of here you slimy people. 

The hotel was offering a pasta dinner for the marathoners.  If you recall, I am pretty particular about what I eat before a race.  Even if I wasn’t so particular, this wasn’t my kind of pre-race meal.  NO offense to the marathon people or hotel – just wasn’t my thing.  I tried to eat a little bit, but it wasn’t really working for me.

Friday night at Hotel

Stressed already about the lack of food I got Friday night and the fact that it was 8:30 and I was already hungry….to realize

HOLY CRAP I forgot my garmin charger.  calm down.  calm down.  calm down.  I can’t calm down.  Stressing.  in addition to my phone charger, which was also going dead.  this was probably a good thing so that I didn’t stay up all night figuring out different pace calculations.

Lucky me got the room right next to the stairwell.  I’m pretty confident there was a three ring circus and a frat party going on right outside my door and in the stairwell all night.  SO LOUD.  I fell asleep at 3am.  Up at 5:30am.

And so goes the morning…breakfast didn’t sit too well. took one bite and tossed it.  and I had eaten my backup breakfast the night before.  I chalk it up to getting to anxious about EVERYTHING.  unnecessary and not good for me.  I now know.

Hubs and the kids got there about an hour before the start, so I had time to juice up my garmin.  Probably would have been better if I just let it die and run without.

Saturday Morning Start

This race is fantastic if you stay at the host hotel or even if you don’t.  It’s so low key – you just walk right up to the start minutes before it’s time.  No fuss at all.  I jogged around a little.  feeling good.  garmin charged.  Lulu on.  sweaty band in place.  ready to run.  The weather was beautiful.  High 50’s, into the 60’s by the end.  The race started on time and we took off.

Once again – no pictures.  You can see plenty of pics on this girls blog – which most of you have probably read.  she is a pro at this blogging thing.  I ran with her for a little bit at the end and then she totally smoked me.  Go SR.  Love your purple socks too.  rockstar.

Miles 1-9 were fantastic.  Then I became a mental headcase and lost all ability to run.  I can’t even look at the splits yet.  I don’t know that I will.  ever.  All I know is that I lost it after mile 9 when it started to get hard for me because I saw my time slipping.  I couldn’t find the fight to get it back.  another time, another place, I would have fought.  I literally gave up on this race at that moment.  I wanted it to end.  I wanted to go home.  I 100% mentally defeated myself and chose not to try.


I passed the half at just under 1:30, I think.  just stellar at positive splits.  a little too good this time.  I lost track of how many times I stopped to walk in the second half.  and swear.  at my legs.  and my wicked attitude.

This is where my all or nothing personality became the death of even trying for this race.  I put so much pressure on myself to have a fantastic race – despite the less than fantastic weeks leading up to my race – that when I realized it probably wasn’t in the cards for me this day – I wanted nothing to do with it.  NOTHING.  When things started not going perfectly according to my plan, like dinner Friday night, or the garmin not being charged, it totally messed with my head.

I was hurting.  I could feel my right IT band start to tighten and sharpen up around mile 4.  I swear, these IT bands just take turns on me.  Last race, it was my left one.  This one was my right.  the shins joined the pain party.  They started hurting.  But, I let it get to me.  I had this guy talking in my ear for 4 miles about, don’t you think you’re pushing it a little too hard…I’m not sure, but I guess we’ll find out in the end there dude.  I’m a believer in MIND over MATTER to an extent.  If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.  I ran my last marathon in November with worse IT band pain than this race.  but I wasn’t willing to give up on that one.  because I didn’t put an insane amount of pressure on myself to get a time.  and because in that race I was mentally able to focus my energy away from the pain instead of into the pain.  I didn’t MIND then.  In Gansett, I focused my energy into the pain and the toughness instead of focusing it away and towards running strong and to the best of my ability at that moment.  I MINDED a lot.  It mattered.  I let it determine the outcome of what could have been a better day.

Miles 14-23

Taking it one mile at a time.  One minor thing that became major in my mind was that after I would pass the 14 mile mark, there would be the 24 mile mark, and so on.  My heart cried a little with each marker to think I had to run 10 more miles, get back to this point, and then still not be done.  This shouldn’t have been a big deal, but given the state I had gotten myself into, I could not wrap my mind around doing that.

Miles 23-26.2

Just finish this darn race and get on with life.  Almost there.  I think mentally these were the easiest miles, aside from the first 9.  In my mind, I wasn’t even going to make it this far.  I wouldn’t have gotten this far if my hubs didn’t keep telling me to push through and finish.  mind boggling to me that it was so mentally hard.  To have gotten to mile 23 and have 3.2 left actually felt good in a I want to crawl into a hole right now kind of way.


That’s a good marathon time.  even on a bad day.  I would be ecstatic with that time if I raced for that time.  If I tried for that time.  If I didn’t talk myself out of a good race.  I would be ecstatic with that time if I didn’t lose it to my husband at mile 16 saying I don’t want to finish this solely because it’s hard.  really???  where does this talk come from?  that’s not me.  I lost it.  the lady at the aid station was ready to call in for backup.

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Race pics aren’t up yet (because I’m stalking the website, so I know), but the race director emailed this to me.  a buddy of his was on the course taking pics…and probably saw me pathetically running up this little hill and saw that horrific display of wacky right foot kicking out to the side (and whatever is going on with my right hand, I don’t know) and had to document it this masterpiece of running.  That right foot needs to figure a few things out about staying on track with the team.  this is a pretty accurate depiction of my feelings towards this run.

BIG goals can lead to BIG disappointments if they don’t happen.  They also lead to BIG learning and require a BIG effort to make them happen in the future.  I didn’t realize what a big effort it would require.  It’s hard when you have put so much time and effort into something, only to realize it might not happen.  But it doesn’t mean you have to give up completely. That’s what I did.  lesson learned.

This was the BIG learning marathon for me.  The purpose of this race was not to get me a 3 hour marathon.  Or even a PR.  It was to kick me in the head and teach me about running.  and life.  not everything goes as planned.  you have to be ok with less than ideal situations.  you have to be ok with in between and not ALL or NOTHING.  you have to be able to work through it.  you have to run and train in a way that works for you, not the mass population or someone else.  I know now what has to go into getting faster and stronger.  stretching, rolling, strengthening, speedwork, tempos, hills, recovery, rest…all need to be a part of the plan. 

As of last September, I wasn’t even planning on running either of the two marathons I ran in October or November.  They were both last minute.  I had never done speedwork.  I had never run even close to a 6 minute mile in training, nevermind sub 6 minute miles.  If you asked me how many miles I ran per week, I would not have a clue, except that it was never near 40, even with a long run.

I felt the need to change that drastically to get to this 3 hour marathon goal.  I felt the need to have a “plan” from a website that would absolutely get me there.  What I really need is a balance between the two.  I need to feel what works for me.  what makes me happy and not crazy.  what keeps me loving running.  this is my hobby.  it doesn’t define me, it doesn’t pay the bills.  I want to be good at it, and I need to find the patience to get there.  and relax in the meantime.

Finish Line

In my head I was going to come in dead last and close to 4 hours.  When I did the math and started thinking I could make it in the low 3:20’s, I was suprised, especially given the amount that I gave up on life and walked.  I’ll take it.

Marathon #4 in the Books.  for life.

The course was beautiful.  rolling hills and a headwind at times that made it a little tough.  It got warm and I was beyond thirsty the entire time.  I always hydrate well, and I took a gatorade and water at every station.  I might have overdone it a tad on the fluid, according to my stomach, but I was thirsty.  I still ended the race 3 lbs lighter than I started.  I took a gel at mile 4, and some sport beans at mile 8.5, and couldn’t handle them.  after that it was all gatorade for me, and that was fine.

No stomach issues after the race, which is a plus for me as I usually occupy the bathroom for a good portion of the day.  and because we had to drive 1.5 hours home and I didn’t need to deal with that. 

Nothing hurts today, just a little bit sore.  I took an ice bath and hung out with my bag of peas and corn for awhile.  and a glass of wine.  and my roller.  that’s painful.

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So Here’s the GOOD:

1. My Sweaty Band did not BUDGE. 

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thank God I didn’t have to deal with having to adjust my headband.  what a nightmare that would have been.  that would have really put me over the edge.

2. Nor did my makeup budge.  stayed in place the whole time.  so important.

3. I looked adorable in my lulu apparel.  keeps getting better.

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4.  Aforementioned lulu apparel smelled just as good after the race as it did before.  another point for LL.  so either I sweat flower petals or lululemon has some pretty strong odor repellant in their gear.  good stuff.

5. Brooks Pure Flow sneaks worked well.  I got a little hot spot on my left foot after mile 20, but nothing major.

6.  By Saturday night at midnight when I was up with my precious 2 year old, it felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my right knee.  I think my left leg was on a different planet during the race, because it feels fantastic. The only reason I say this is good is because the knee felt 100% by Sunday.  no pain, no nothing.  and my shins feel about 85% fine.  happy dance.

7. I have another marathon on April 28th in Nashville.  I am going to run it.  and I’m going to run it for fun.  ZERO pressure.  all fun and giggles and rainbows.  I have learned something from this race.  Chill out.

8. My daughter picked me some good luck ‘weeds’ pre-race.  so thoughtful, my little girl.  maybe next time she should pick me some good luck sticks or grass instead.  or just give me a big chunk of chocolate.  the weeds didn’t work out so well.

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9. This was my last race ever in the 25-29 age group.  I have run all of my races I have ever done in that age group.  crazy.  I will let the race go with my 20’s, but not what I have learned from it.  3 days left in my 20’s.  Then helllllooooo 30!  I don’t see how that’s possible though, seeing as I don’t feel a day over 22.  and I certainly don’t look a day over 18.

That’s all she wrote my friends. But don’t you worry.  You can bet I will have more to share as the week goes on.

We are on school vacation this week.  much fun and excitement will be had with my little dumplings.  in this crazy hot April weather.


Who else is experiencing this killer heat wave?

Who did Boston in this heat?!?!

How was every ones weekend??  Running?  Racing?  Tell me something good


Let’s Pretend This Didn’t Happen…


I’ve said before, I truly think everything happens for a reason, and there was a reason for this race…so because I’m sure you are all sitting in suspense by your computers waiting to hear how I broke 3 hours, I am going to just do a super quick post and do a recap tomorrow about how I want this day to be erased from history – while at the same time am fully aware that bad races have to happen and I needed this race for my “arsenal” of race experiences to draw from. I just wish this wasn’t that bad race for me. I also wish it wasn’t as bad as it was. I am going to let myself be in a massive funk for about 15 more hours, then I will get my act together and move on.
If we can make up a super cool category of negative pr’ing by like 10 minutes – than I am in that supercool category and came in at 3:21. 10th female out of 56 or so.
That is all I’m going to say about that for now. A humbling, humiliating, slightly depressing, learning experience. Lots more details I am going to leave out for now until I process my run…and have time to write.
I have to go chase a toddler and a four year old and a five year old right now. Fun never ends.
Here’s a little post race, forced smile pic…


And Luke stealing my Gatorade…


Getting Ready to Go…


Wardrobe Ready

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Fueling Up

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looks so yummy…

bagels, bagels and more bagels

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Snacks for Kids…makes for a happy race day

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Snacks for Mama

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magic powders and pills.  they give me super powers.  lets not talk about the amount of horse pills and supplements in that bag….except to say that it’s not for a single serving…and it’s naturopath approved  😉  the little baggy to the left is my breakfast, if I can hunt down some hot water in the morning – oatmeal/chia seeds/protein powder – and Go Lean bar as back up.  I also need to hunt down some iced coffee for the am…I don’t like it hot


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while trying to look normal.  tough for me.  all hidden under real clothes.  makes for an interesting and long bathroom trip.


I’m going to hunt down the ice machine at the hotel and chill my shins and knees tonight.  and get reacquainted with the massage stick.  and relax.

It’s a run.  It’s a race.  I love to do both.  I’m going to give it all I’ve got, but I’m going to have fun.  I’m going to REALLY love getting out there and running.

Gansett Marathon is a qualifying only race, harder than Boston’s qualifying times.  Running a qualifying time is the only way to get into this race.  It’s small.  It’s fast.  I like small.  I like fast.  as long as I’m fast.


Do you have a particular pre-race meal?

Iced coffee, hot coffee, tea?

I hope everyone has a great running and racing weekend!!! 

Chat with you cool kids on Sunday!