Hot pink running shoes that make me smile: $25
Enterance fee (which included bag piper at an Irish event because we are Americans and can’t tell the difference…who totally made my day): $130
Running a Half Marathon with my sweet husband and having it really be no big deal: Priceless
This was us before the race.
This is us after (notice the medals). Also this is my friend Jamie who initially told me that I could deffinately run a half marathon and more or less
shamed talked me into it. I’m really glad she did. And I’m really glad that she has been my running buddy for the past fwe months and has distracted me from the miles we have covered with brilliant conversation.
Overall this is what I realized: It was super cool that the thing that slowed me down towards the end was my knees and feet being sore, not that I couldn’t breathe. When I started running 11 months ago, people that did half marathons were 1) crazy and 2) were real runners, something I’d never be. Not so much any more…well. no. people who do half marathons are still crazy (running in a short kilt anyone?). Running with my husband made it not only doable, but one of the coolest things I’ve ever done. Kinda love that guy.
A very Happy (be-lated) St. Patrick’s Day
We got a treadmill. And it is GYNORMOUS! We just came to realize that between two people wanting to run seriously (think at least 20 miles a week each) and babies who don’t sleep consistantly (think up 3-4 times a night), one of us waking up at 4:50am to run and then the other leaving right after so we both can be back and showered by seven…was not really a realistic plan. Thow in the reccomendation that Layna be on a treadmill 8 minutes a day (8 one-minute sessions) to help her walk sooner (remind me to tell you about the very cool study this is based on) and a treadmill was pretty much a forgone conclusion. Enter the Tax Return! Well, ok, we bought it before our tax return came in but when it does drop in our account we will be right back where we started plus one super rad beefy treadmill. And yes I said “rad.” It’s back now.
its a bit ridiculous
I went running on Saturday expecting to push myself and maybe do 10 miles total. This is what I saw when I got onto the street.
I promise the moon looked much cooler and bigger and brighter and more yellow. You’ll just have to take my word for it. Anyways I planned on doing 10 miles total. Met my friend we started going and talking and I told her where I was thinking we could go. She pointed out a small problem. The route I planned went right next to a pig farm. Might be doable in the winter (she said that it was impossible in the summer and I believe her completely) but we both decided not to sacrifice our noses. Oh and my friend is a bit more hardcore than I am as a runner. She is also tricksy. I was feeling good, totally good trusting her more extensive knowledge of the neihborhood, and off we went. Turns out she slipped in a few miles. Like 3.5. Which means that by the time I got home I had run a half marathon. I RAN A HALF MARATHON! And I totally didn’t mean to. Not only that but my time wasn’t completely pathetic. WOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!! sorry. My knees and ankles have been screaming at me for the last day and a half, but I officially have no excuses to back out of a real half marathon race. March 17th doing it for real.
going running with a jogging stroller that has a wobbly front wheel and a flat back wheel: totally sucks.
negotiating said stroller through herds of kids walking home from school: not so fun.
realizing too late that jogging with a stroller is much much harder than without one and having your calves thrashed: really miserable.
jogging when the sky looks like this—–>
and finding out that little little girl is an awesome jogging buddy: priceless.
One of the biggest things I will miss when we leave Vegas, is going for a run when it’s dark outside and coming home to this…
Take that, Sleep!