Back to the Grind!

You know I’m back like I never left (I never left)

Another sprint, another step (another step)

Another day, another breath (another breath)

Been chasing dreams, but I never slept (I never slept)


With Rock N Roll Dublin done, you may be wondering, “What’s next?”


Well, what’s next is the BMW Dallas Marathon in December, with a few shorter races along the way during the training schedule. As of today, it’s 16 weeks until race day, and that ever familiar cycle started over with a 30-minute run in the pre-dawn hours and Texas humidity. And yet, for the achy feet, cranky hamstring, and sluggish pace, this morning’s run still left me feeling like I could conquer the world and ready for the next round of training.


No two races are the same, so it stands to reason that no two training cycles are the same. The first run of training feels like flipping to a blank page in a new journal: I really don’t have a clue what’s coming over the course of the next few weeks. Do I have goals in mind? Sure. Are there things I want to learn or do better? Absolutely. But, when all is said and done, each training cycle is its own journey; all I can do is take it one day at a time, one mile at a time, and see what unfolds. I’ve had races where that blank training slate felt daunting and left me more than a little anxious. But this time? Bring. It. ON!


I feel glorious, glorious

Got a chance to start again

I was born for this, born for this

It’s who I am, how could I forget?

I made it through the darkest part of the night

And now I see the sunrise

Now I feel glorious, glorious

I feel glorious, glorious

–Glorious, Macklemore feat. Skylar Grey


PS For anyone that’s interested, I do plan on recapping my experience in Dublin. Working on that particular post (or two? I haven’t decided yet) has turned into one of those moments where all the words and thoughts in my head try to work their way out at the exact same time. So, bear with me while I work through pulling that story together.


PPS For anyone that enjoys running to music, check out this cover of Macklemore’s “Glorious” as performed by the cast of NBC’s (now cancelled…*sob*) show Rise. This song may or may not have been on repeat as I ran this morning. 😉


Note to Self

Dear Self,


Two weeks from today, if all goes according to plan, you’ll have finished the Rock N Roll Dublin Half Marathon. Two weeks from today you’ll get to see the results of 13 weeks of commitment, discipline, and hundreds of miles.


Because this is the point where your worry tends to kick into high gear, let me just say this: be present.

  • DO NOT view a bad run as an omen of failure on race day.
  • DO NOT obsess about the weather.
  • DO NOT let the rest of life derail your training schedule.

Be present. Focus on the moment in front of you, and do what you can in each of those moments as they come.


The rest will just have to take care of itself.

Summer Running

Aside from the summer I started, I’ve tended to dial back my running routine during the summer months. Since I live in Texas, I loathe walking across a parking lot to my car during the summer months much less run 4 days a week. As such, I’ve tended to focus on races in late fall or winter. It means race training doesn’t begin in earnest until the middle or end of August: just in time for the temperatures to gradually become more bearable.

Then my husband decided he wanted to run a marathon as part of our honeymoon. In August. So, in the name of an unconventional honeymoon adventure, I started training in the middle of May and have watched the thermometer rise as the miles added up each week. Needless to say, it’s been an interesting experience to put in race-level work during a Texas summer.

So, I thought I’d take a minute and share some of what it means to run during the summer.

  • Summer running means a hot, sweaty, glaring reminder that I’m a glutton for punishment. Granted, I’ve been this way my whole life. But there’s nothing like rising temperatures to realize the inner masochist is alive and well.
  • Summer running means the near-permanent addition of tan lines around my watch, wedding band, socks, etc. I also think there’s the beginning of a tan line on my nose from my sunglasses. And you should see my husband’s farmers’ tan; that’s impressive.
  • Summer running means SPF 50 is my friend if I run during daylight hours. Who doesn’t love the smell of Coppertone?
  • Speaking of daylight, summer running means a dogged determination to find all the shady patches of my route if I’m running during the day. Now, in Texas, the shade doesn’t always provide that much relief, but it’s still better than nothing.
  • Summer running means pre-dawn workouts are a great way to avoid the heat…even if it does mean more humidity. 4AM is my friend!
  • Summer running means I *might* know where all the water fountains in the nearby parks are located. 😉
  • Summer running means the Camelbak stays in my fridge to make sure I have cold water for long runs (because not all long runs take me through the parks).
  • Summer running means the realization that the freezing (and sub-freezing) temps and the need for 3 layers of clothes this past winter suddenly doesn’t seem so bad. Honestly, I *might* be looking forward to those kinds of conditions, again.
  • By the same token, though, summer running means gratitude for the fact that I only need one layer of clothes to go outside.
  • Summer running means relief that it should be at least 20 degrees cooler in Ireland next month.
  • Summer running means the chance to see nature in full bloom. Check out the picture below!
  • Summer running means love for the homes and businesses with sprinkler systems. Take what you can get, right?
  • Summer running means the chance to see what I can and can’t do in different weather conditions.

And, ultimately, summer running has meant a growing gratitude for the fact that–despite the heat, the humidity, the salt/sweat/sunscreen combo–I’m able to run in the first place. There may come a day when I’m no longer able to run, but this summer has reminded me that I’m nowhere near that point. This summer has reminded me that, for all the frustrations that come with the season, training this time of year has opened up a whole new set of reasons to be grateful.

So, this may not be my favorite time of year to run, but I’ll do it anyway because I can and because it’s worth it.

Worth the Read

Somewhere back in the spring, I’d heard that American marathon legend Deena Kastor had released a book. Ever the good bookworm, I made sure to add it to the ever-growing to-be-read list, and I finally started reading her memoir two weeks ago. When you’re deep in race training, reading about other runners is the perfect choice. 😉


This post won’t be a full-blown review, but I will recommend this book to runners and non-runners, alike. Kastor and Hamilton write in such a way that it feels like you’re sitting down and just listening to an old friend tell a story. It’s not bogged down with technical runner jargon, so it’s easy for non-runners to follow along. And as she tells her story, she also lays out the mental work that allowed her to become a champion runner.


It was definitely fascinating to read about the life of an American legend (and if you do a quick Google search of Kastor’s accomplishments, you’ll know “legend” is not an exaggeration). But Kastor’s book is more than just a listing of victories. The writing radiates with Kastor’s positivity, and as she progresses, her story provides helpful tips, insights, and encouragement along the way. And as is often the case, the lessons and encouragement Kastor provides hold true not only in running, but the rest of life, as well.


I was sad to reach the end of this book, last night, which means I’ll be reading this one, again, eventually. Kastor left me feeling like I could not only become a better runner, but a better person, as well, and for that, I am grateful.

And Then She Rested

My normal rest day in this training schedule are on Sunday. But, today, my training schedule gave me another rest day. That’s right: TWO rest days in one week instead of the usual one! And for that, let us give thanks and praise!


Rest days are the best and hardest part of a runner’s schedule. It’s the one day of the week (pets willing) where I can sleep late. The running shoes can stay in the closet, and I don’t have to choose between weights, swimming, yoga, etc. as my cross-training session.  Most weeks, I meet rest days with jubilation.


So why are rest days hard? Because we all hit points in our running lives where we’re tempted by more. One more mile. One more weight session. One more trip to the pool. It’s so unbelievably easy to think, “what I’m doing now is great, but working one more day is always better, right?” And when there’s a big goal on the line (*cough* new personal record *cough*), that little voice whispering “one more workout” may as well be screaming through a megaphone.


In that moment where that voice screams through the megaphone, the best thing I can do is resist and rest. Because sometimes the last thing I need is more work. Because that extra workout doesn’t always help me get to my goal faster. Because, more often than I care to admit, doing more ends up giving me less than what I’d hoped and makes the work ahead that much harder. (Here’s a great article from Runner’s World that summarizes the benefits of rest days.)


And what’s true of running is—often—true of the rest of life (well, my life, anyway). How often do I find myself wanting to add one more item to the check list? One more challenge to take on? And for what? How easy is it for me to give in to the notion that if I just dig in and keep going without resting that everything will work itself out and I’ll have what I need? And how often does that approach leave me feeling exhausted, lacking, and struggling to function? The answer is “more times than I care to admit.” But, when I do take that time to scale back and rest, I come back feeling like I could conquer the world.


I get that we live in a culture (especially in America) that values being busy and all things “more.” I get that so much of our daily lives screams “more is better” at us through a megaphone from sunrise to sunset. And yet, I’m calling for all of us (myself included) to just rest every now and then. If you’re a runner, take the rest day; put down the running shoes and pick up a book. If you’re not a runner, but you’re just exhausted with your life in general, take the time to rest, too; step away from the to-do list and find something fun to do.


Let’s stop believing the lie that “more” always works. Let’s rest every now and then.

The Constant

Everybody has their own way of dealing with change. My way just happens to involve running shoes.


I had my heart broken, so I laced up a pair of sneakers and started running around my neighborhood. Sweltering summer humidity in the South is a great to help you forget your woes. No, seriously, I was too busy putting one foot in front of the other that I could forget about the hurt (temporarily, anyway). And, in the process, I found a new hobby.


Now fast forward two years: I moved halfway across the country and started my masters degree, so the early part of first semester found me on a treadmill at the school gym a couple times a week. I’d like to say I was always diligent about running that first semester, but midterms might have had something to do with getting out of my running routine.


Five years later, I had my heart broken, again, so off I went to the local park to do what I’d done before: run my way to wholeness. By this point, I’ve finished my masters, and I’m working my first full-time job. So now, in addition to my own healing, running is also about offsetting the effects of a sedentary job and a two-hour, roundtrip commute. Incidentally, this was also the point that running finally clicked as a steady constant in my life, and I finally bit the bullet and invested in my first “real” pair of running shoes.


I can keep going listing all the major changes in my life over the last few years, but then we’d be here a while. I found my way to running in the face of change. And regardless what changes have—and continue—to come my way, part of the answer to how I respond to said changes is always the same: lace up the running shoes and go run. The when and where had changed. The time of day has changed. The shoes have changed multiple times. And yet, at some point, every change involves running.


In the face of a shifting landscape, running is the constant—the one place where all the variables can fade away and I can, usually, find the perspective to face whatever change (or changes) is happening in my life. Somewhere in the sweat, the sidewalks, and the effort, change stops being something scary and starts becoming something I can handle. And to that end, running is going to be part of my life for a very long time.



On Weekends & Holidays

Yes, I still run on holidays.


Why? Because training schedules don’t care that it’s Memorial Day; I still have to put in the work. But, the nice thing is that holiday runs, and weekend runs, are a little different. Monday through Friday, race training demands pre-dawn runs along a well-lit route through town. But, weekends and holidays–depending on the distance, my schedule, etc.–I can sleep in a bit and run later. Running later means the sun is probably up (or comes up while I’m out). And running with more light means I get to run through one of my favorite parks.


This particular park is set up more like a mini nature preserve. So, in addition to less car traffic, it lets me forget that I live in the middle of suburbia and concrete. And right now, I’m fortunate because there’s a host of wildflowers in bloom, and it looks amazing. Scroll down and take a look at the few shots I snapped this morning.

Make no mistake, there’s definitely a time goal I want to meet for Rock N Roll Dublin, and there’s definitely work to be done. BUT, when you come across a scene like this, sometimes you’ve just got to say “screw it” and enjoy it. Slow down. Forget about that perfect pace. Take the picture. Savor the beauty that’s right in front of you. See the world around you in a different light.


Happy Memorial Day.

Running on Mondays

*Alarm goes off at 4AM*


*Hit the snooze button*

*Sleepily pet the cat (who’s been waiting an hour for you to wake up) ask myself if I really have to do this*

*Alarm goes off, again*

*Turn off the alarm, this time. Deep sigh, and check the weather conditions*

*Change into the running clothes. Let the dog out. Grab the running shoes. Try not to loathe the dog’s early morning cheerfulness*

*Grab the watch. Out the door. Wait for the GPS watch to find the signal. And I’m off*

*Do the work of run, walk, run, walk. Savor the dark, the playlist, and the early-morning solitude*

*Make my way back home feeling like I can conquer the world*

Now for the rest of the day.


The first day of my training week is Monday, which always seems to be the hardest day of the week to get out the door and run. Barring a few variations, the scene you read above will play out every Monday morning through the end of the year.


And yet, when I don’t cave in, it’s always worth it.

Day 1

Translation: never let the first mile determine what you think the rest of your run will be, especially for longer runs. It’s easy to have a stellar first mile only to fall apart in subsequent miles (been there). Conversely, it’s also possible to make your way through a crummy first mile only to “redeem” yourself later on in your run. It’s too early in the first mile to make any assumptions about what’s coming in mile two, mile twelve, or mile twenty. The solution: worry about whatever moment you’re in.

By extension, I’d say the same applies to the beginning of race training. This morning was my first training run for Rock N Roll Dublin, and all things considered, it wasn’t a bad run. In fact, there were plenty of elements that bode well for the rest of training. It’d be really easy to assume that the rest of this week (or even the rest of training) is going to go well. And yet, the fact remains it’s just too early to say how this training cycle or this race will or won’t go.

So what’s the moral of the story on day 1 of race training? Don’t get ahead of yourself. Work and run in this moment.

(Photo from the Rock N Roll Marathon Race Series Pinterest feed)

And So It Begins…

If the first thing you do on payday is sign up for 2–yes, that’s right, 2–races, you might be a runner! 😉

This may not be the case for every single runner on the planet, it’s certainly true of this runner, today. I’ve signed up for the Trinity River Half Marathon and the BMW Dallas Marathon. Oh, and I’m already signed up to run the Rock N Roll Dublin Half Marathon this summer. Suffice it to say, things are about to get busy in my world as training kicks into gear.

My invitation to you is to come along for the ride that is race training and running. Follow along and find out what it means to be a runner. Come hang out and laugh with me and, see what running does for the rest of my life.

Come along. Have fun.

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