Thursday, June 14, 2012


Things have been crazy, to say the least.  My social life has been crazy, travel has been crazy, running has been crazy, and work has been Insane.
I have not fallen off the training wagon.  I have missed some short runs here and there, but have managed to always get at least one, usually two runs in during the week, and my long runs.  I did an 8 miler in the Berkshires, a 9 miler in the city Memorial Day weekend and was almost killed by the temperature and humidity, and a 10 miler last Saturday in the city which was amazing.  My half is this Saturday.  I feel badly I haven't kept up my running log.  I really wanted to, but it's just gotten pushed aside.
There's so many things I'd like to write about...the Berkshires, my mom's trip out, my girls' trip to Miami for my birthday, going to my first Subway Series game with ten friends for my birthday, but there's just no time for anything.
I ran twice in Miami and the humidity and heat were so brutal.  I have never been much of a sweater, so I didn't realize my body was capable of sweating so much.  So gross.
I've had a lot of great runs during my training, and I'm looking forward to more great runs with my marathon training.  One of my favorite moments though, was my run on my birthday.  I'd gone running on Saturday around 8am thinking it wasn't too hot and it was actually cloudy so the sun wasn't bad.  The first couple miles we were getting rained on pretty hard, and I was feeling like such a badass.  Little did I know it would be so much harder once the rain quit and the sun came out.  This was a six mile run and man, was it tough.  We finished up and then stopped by the pool to talk to Chelse and I thought I'd be fine in the shade but I truly thought I might pass out so I just kept walking into the air conditioned hotel.
Because of this, I learned my lesson, and Monday morning Rachel and I were up before the sun came up for our five miler.  There was a boardwalk that went for miles and miles along the beach.  I've never really run along the beach, that I can recall, so it was a gorgeous view.  I happened to glance back just as the sun was peeking over the Atlantic and it took my breath away.  There truly was not a picture I could take that could capture this huge bright orange ball coming up over the water.  It made me want to cry.  It was definitely, hands down, the best way to start my 29th year.

1 comment:

maggie said...

Good luck with your race! Relish the moments of your first half! Can't wait to hear about it! HYDRATE!!!!