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Run 2 Remember 10k Recap

Moultrie Run Finish

OFFICIAL FINISH TIME: 52:41

PLACE: 9/17, 1st overall female

Last minute decision = First place finish… imagine that… 

On Thursday, I was asked if I was interested in racing the Run 2 Remember on Saturday, August 2, 2014. I said “sure,” and was thinking in the back of my mind, “sure, you won’t remember you asked me.” Knowing I had a long bike ride the day before, I wasn’t thinking about running a hard race the next day…. However, a 5:30 am Saturday morning test message reminded me that this race thing was happening. I spent the next 20 minutes fumbling in the dark for running clothes, shoes, hat, sunglasses, iPod, Flipbelt, food, and car keys. Continue reading

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Running skirts, airports, and a lululemon *(closed)*

Congrats to  Jessica Fong, $20 Lululemon giftcard winner!

For anyone who as ever flown on an airplane…

I’d like to consider myself a seasoned traveler, but not quite a frequent flyer. I can usually find my way through an airport without too much difficulty and there are a handful of airports I hate to have connecting flights through. I’ve flown as a soldier, as a pregnant mama, with a toddler and a baby in a stroller while nursing, and am very grateful to be passed the nursing momma stage.

This past weekend I traveled to Chicago for an amazing event called the Herbalife Extravaganza, which I hope to blog about later this week. After a full day of work on Friday, I flew out of Valdosta, GA Regional Airport (an airport consisting of one runway, free parking, and a building the size of a grocery store) to Chicago O’Hare International. Saturday and Sunday were jam-packed days full of learning, growing, smiling, and even some tears were shed.

Due to a crazy schedule, I found myself headed to the airport in one of my favorite running skirts on Sunday afternoon. I did not get a chance to go for a morning run, but did enjoy a wonderful yoga session in an empty corridor of a busy hotel. My flight out of Chicago O’Hare was late, which meant my connection in Atlanta was cut down to a less than  40 minute layover. Of course I was on the back on the plane. So when we landed, the clock was ticking and by the time I was off the plane, I had less than 30 minutes to cross three terminals and run to the very last gate. I don’t mind missing a flight most times, but this as the last flight of the night headed into Valdosta.

After getting off the train into the connecting terminal, I found myself jogging ever so gracefully as one can do while toting a laptop in a shoulder bag and a purse in the other. As I jogged up to the gate and handed my sweaty, crumpled ticket to the lady at the ticket counter, she said, “beautiful skirt… and you made it with less than a minute before we close the door.” All I could do was smile ear-to-ear and say THANK YOU!

I think I smiled all the way home and officially have a “lucky” skirt now. Not only is it lucky, it was the most comfortable thing I have ever flown in!

In honor of my love of running skirts, I am giving away a $20 giftcard to lululemon!

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 Visit my RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY until July 31st to submit entries!

Enter everyday!

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Good luck & run on!!!!

Confessions of a Mommy on the Run…

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Three things I have learned about running…

Granted, I have learned way more than just three things about myself, about others, about things I did not want to happen, about awesome and not so awesome moments…. but, these were the three on the tip of my mind today…. Now, excuse me while I try to find a discount code for a Flipbelt.

1. I have commitment phobia.

Nowhere else in my life do I have commitment phobia, except when it comes to running. I will go for a run with anyone, if they can bring themselves to slow down to my turtle pace, but I rarely run with the same group more than three times.

2. Looking ridiculous has become a new kind of awesome.

I say this because my running belt looks very much like a fanny pack and I am totally okay with that. I would rather wear and run with my fanny pack on than have my arm rubbed raw from an arm band.

3. Did you say illiotibial band?

Not only do I know where it is but can have an hour-long discussion on IT band issues to the point where most people wished they never asked me.

What have you learned?

HALF FANATIC Application

Half FanaticsMy love of running began in the late 1990’s, but it wasn’t until 2011 that I ran my first 5k. Admittedly, it had been a few years since I had run regularly and getting through more than one mile was more than challenging. On top of that, I was also nursing my youngest, who was eight months old at the time.

My finish time would not have passed an Army physical fitness test, but I was overjoyed just to finish. I walked away from this event with a renewed passion for running. Four months later, I found myself in a regular running routine and often surfing the internet looking for local races.

Since May 2011, I have run several 5ks, 10ks, four half marathons, and one full marathon. I have run races with my kids in a double jogging stroller, I have raced dressed up, and I have raced on hot days and races where it was pouring rain. Currently, my favorite distance is half marathon.

More than a year ago, I had a few friends tell me about Half Fanatics and told me to apply.  I finally got around to getting my membership application in this week and am anxiously awaiting my Half Fanatics member number. I have qualified for the first level- Neptune (one moon). Am I already looking at races so that I can move up to the next level in the Half Fanatic hierarchy? Of course I am!

Are you half-marathon crazy? Click here to learn more!

 

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National Running Day

10375981_10202723348619878_5372745956871331653_aIn honor of National Running Day I thought I would take a few moments to reflect on my love of running. First off, don’t confuse my love of running with being able to run fast. Being faster than a turtle has never been a goal.

My love of running began just after I graduated high school and happened as a result of snowboarding. After graduation, I moved to a mountain resort to work, play, and be a sponsored snowboarder. During a backcountry hike one day I realized that I did not have the stamina nor the endurance to keep up with the rest of my team. I realized I needed to pick it up a notch and decided on a whim to go for a run with my partner in crime, aka “Gizmo,” the best Siberian Husky that ever lived (so I might be a little biased). That first torturous mile felt good for about 20 steps and the rest of the time I was miserable. The joyful 20 steps kept me coming back for more.

Those 20 joyful steps turned into a regular ritual 3-5 times a week,  running for 30 -45 minutes. When I joined the Army, it was during the runs that I found peace, my mind grew quiet, and I would take in the early morning smells, and the sunrises through the trees.

After serving my country I continued to run, but much less often due to school, work demands, and pregnancy. In 2011, I rediscovered my love of running and did my first 5k. Since then, I have run in several 5ks, 10ks, half marathons, one full marathon and discovered triathlon and mud runs.

I have run along the beaches on the Pacific Coast, through the snow in the Sierra Nevada Mountains of California, in deserts of Southern California, along the Atlantic Coast in Florida.  My running journey has taken me through adventures in Arizona, South Carolina, Louisiana, Florida, Georgia, and Hawaii. During my runs I have seen sunrises, sunsets, bears, deer, elk, rabbits, snakes, dolphins, jellyfish, other runners, famous people, dogs, things that have made me smile and things that have made me cry.

Today, I run to beat the odds that are stacked against me: sickness, failure, and those that expect me to quit. I run to be a role model for my two little girls. I run to find my quiet place. I run to keep my sanity. I run because it is a gift to be able to run. I run because I can.

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Why do you run?

Run Around the Lakes 5k Recap 6.22.2013

The night before the Inaugural Run Around the Lakes 5k, I realized I was nervous and a bit anxious. For the past two years, all my 5ks had been run while pushing two little girls, unless the 5k was at then end of a swim and bike. The Run Around the Lakes would be the first time I ran without a stroller and it would be the first time my 4-year-old raced in her first 1 mile Fun Run.

We got off to a pretty easy start on race day. In true skirt day = run day fashion, my munchkins picked out pink tutus and running shoes for race day. The race location was 25 minutes away; with an 8:00 1 Mile Fun Run start and 9:00 5k start we had plenty of time to get there and situate ourselves. Tallahassee mornings in June are warm and humid, and today was no different.

1 Mile Fun Run

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Chasing Mavericks and Running 5ks

Chasing Mavericks…

That's me, maroon shirt, all tomboy.

That’s me, maroon shirt, all tomboy.

I recently watched the movie Chasing Mavericks and felt like I was reliving part of my childhood, except that I am not a crazy surfer nor do I dream of riding one of the heaviest waves on the planet. I am a  So Cal (Southern California) native, the daughter of an original Dogtown pioneer and spent most of my childhood and teenage years sitting on the beach, watching my dad, my brother, my uncle and all their friends surf. Rain or shine, summer or winter, freezing or warm, I spent many a day sitting, watching, and eventually photographing west coast surf.

Many surf mornings we’d leave about 6:00 a.m. and drive to a few local spots before my dad would decide where he would be paddling out that morning. There were also many nights where we would be watching the Weather Channel, following a swell. That meant we’d be up at 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning, out the door no later than 4:30, and my dad would be blasting some custom mix tapes he had recorded as we drove up the coast, hours before the sun would be up. This usually meant that they would surf at one or two local spots and the “crew” would be there long before the sun came up as well. I can remember pulling up to the beach in the dark and hearing what sounded like thunder as the sets would break. As you stood in the sand, you could feel the ground shake as sets broke and could see the vibrations level the sand.

Picture I got long before digital cameras.

Picture I got long before digital cameras.

My dad and his crew would usually suit up in the dark and would paddle out just as the grayness of dawn would lead to morning. Years of sitting did delegate me some responsibilities…. like watching everyone’s gear (i.e. car keys), taking pictures, but none so valuable than realizing that many of the crew relied on me to scream “Outside…. Outside” when a monster set would roll in; they would need to paddle and get out of the impact zone.When I entered my teenage years, my dad discovered snowboarding. He treated my brother and I to a penny-size budget snowboard trip when I was 16 and I fell in love with the sport. Like our surf adventures, I have over a decade of memories of crazy snowboard adventures… getting up at 2:00 a.m., driving 5 hours in rain and snow, changing in bathrooms at the lift parking lots before sun up… all that before the adventure of riding all day even began. Those are stories for another day. Continue reading