Observations of life, creativity, drive, and transition from a once-professional athlete and now-aspiring lifelong athletic human who gives a shit.

Journal

How to Run the Perfect 5k

When my random skill of running fast and talking to people results in a unique travel opportunity to a city I’ve always wanted to visit, I’m PUMPED! Chicago is that city, and the Magnificent Mile Women’s Half Marathon and 5k

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Bombing in Boston

I’m still processing everything that happened but this blog is an attempt to describe my personal experience at the Boston Marathon, and how I watched my environment unfolding. I have been reading the accounts of others and want to get

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Giving a Sh*t and Getting Over the Olympics

Time heals all Wounds, if you let it. As my last blog indicated, as an injured, aspiring [non] Olympian I was unsure of how watching the Olympics would sit with me. I imagined I’d need to force myself, like a

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NYC Marathon (Part 3 of 3): The Race

In case you want the background story to this three part series, you can read part one or part two as you please. Control The pack spreads out almost instantly as we climb the first mile up the Verezzano-Narrows Bridge and

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The New York Marathon (part 2 of 3)

This is part 2/3. If you missed part 1, you can read it here! In the warmup tent, after the women pin the numbers on each other and get our shoe chips clipped on, I find my way over to

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The New York Marathon (Part 1)

After a typical restless night of pre-race sleep, I finally get up 3 minutes before my 5:00 am alarm and my first thought is crystal clear: “this is the morning of the New York Marathon.” No foggy mind; no stumbling

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Ready to Race Stockholm? Yeah!

First race in five weeks in one of the best 5k fields I’ve ever seen assembled; hanging out with a Canyon Country star; out of body experiences; eating nasty licorice. The fun goes on in Stockholm!

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Time Change Adaptations, and a Big Girl Track Session

There is an overly simplistic model for how long it takes to fully adapt to a time change: one day for every one hour of time difference. I have a general distrust for anything that prescriptive, especially when it tells me something I don’t want to hear. It supposedly takes “12 weeks to get in shape,” and “six weeks to make adaptations in the weight room” and “six seconds for every pound of body fat you lose, per mile of your race.” I find most of those things totally inaccurate, so when people are telling it would take NINE days to adjust to Font Romeu, France?! Hells to the no.

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