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Post-Op Update: Still Crazy but Getting Better


I thought after my surgery and through my subsequent recovery that I would blog… a lot. Clearly, that has not been the case as I haven’t posted once since, for no other reason than I’ve been incredibly lazy since going under the knife. Lazy and in a weird place.  A place where my heartstrings have grown greater in number and more easily pulled, a place where my anxiety, which is usually kept at bay through 40+miles/week, has reared its ugly head, and a place where a tiny case of  OCD has developed (seriously, my house has never been cleaner, and things have been in such order. I mean, the bar wasn’t set high though). A place where I watched States, Hardrock, Olympic Trials, and the Olympics while barely being able to walk which was simultaneously incredibly inspiring/motivating and depressing. A place where I have thrown out all goals for 2017 but am determined to absolutely CRUSH it in 2018. A place where my instant gratification, if some is good more must be better, I want it and I want it now self has had to learn to chill the fuck out. A place where solo pity parties and celebrations of the tiniest improvement in mobility have been had.

After eight and half weeks, I finally got out of my boot and into a brace yesterday. The light at the end of the tunnel has started to shine a little brighter. I know the work has only just begun, and it will still be a while before I can start running (I was banned from asking my PT about running again until next week). BUT I am thankful to be where I am, thankful to have come so far (when I was falling down the stairs on crutches 6 weeks ago, I would’ve KILLED to be here), thankful to still be a part of the running community in some or fashion. If it weren’t for hanging out with the RunWILD crew on Tuesdays and Saturdays and for amazing friends who have let me bitch and moan, I’d be certifiable by now. So, not that any gave a flip or wanted an update, but there it is. LOVE YOU, ALL (but that’ll change once my heart becomes hardened again after upping the mileage . . . )


It’s Just Running

running now

It’s just running. When I get excited about, nervous over, obsessed with my training or a race, there’s always a part of me that says “calm down, girl. It’s just running.” When I went to the ortho last week and he said that I needed surgery to fix a whole slew of problems, that I should find something else I liked to do for a while, my heart sank, my ears rang, my eyes blinked away a tear or two. And then my brain said, “calm down, girl. It’s just running.”

But it’s not. It’s not just running . . . not to me. It’s my life, it’s my family, it’s my purpose, it’s my salvation, it’s my hopes, it’s my dreams, it’s who I am, it’s what I want to do when I grow up. Since my trail-iversary in 2013 (which was yesterday, actually), the majority of my most important friendships/relationships have formed thanks to running. Running has taken me to Chamonix, Oregon, Idaho, and Utah. Running has tested my limits, pushed me physically and mentally in ways I never thought possible, saved and lifted me up on the darkest of days, celebrated my happiness on the best ones. There is no drug or drink that can beat the feeling of an amazing run. There is no anti-depressant or therapist that can make you feel better than a hard, soul-crushing, miserable, suck-fest of a run that strips you down, leaves you raw, and makes you forget everything that may be wrong in your life (at least for a little while). Running has changed who I am as a person. It’s forced me to learn to love pain and suffering. It’s allowed me to stop caring what my thighs look like or what number the scale says and appreciate the fact that my body (big or small) can carry me a 100 freaking miles. It simultaneously lets me run away from things when I need to and run towards something better.

After hearing that I needed surgery, I threw myself a gigantic pity party which consisted of a bottle of red wine and Scandal marathon during which main character Olivia Pope stated she wanted “painful, difficult, devastating, life-changing, extraordinary love.” That’s running to me. I’ve gotten the life-changing and extraordinary part out of it. Now it’s time for the painful and devastating. But at least it’ll be temporary, at least I’ll be back sooner rather than later, and at least it’s just running.

Best (and Worst) of 2015

I haven’t felt like writing/blogging/stream of consciounessing for a while. I’ve been kind of bummed about how long recovery is taking me. My legs haven’t felt “good” in quite some time, and I’ve been battling just a twinge of post tib tendinitis (Thanks, Leah Sawyer for the help with that!) I have barely averaged 20 miles a week (until last week), and this really affected my mental/emotional state. I think I need at least 40 miles a week to feel good and like a normal person. So, to get me out of my funk, and since it’s the end of the year, I decided to compile a list of my running/racing/RD’ing bests from each  month this year. And with the bests must come the worsts, right?


Best: RunWILD Tour of Trails begins (still time to sign up for NRC‘s 2016 training! #shamelessplug); running Bearwaller Gap for first time

beaman new

Worst: Having to DNS Mountain Mist 50K


Best: Black Warrior 50K (sub-5 hr); fun runs in the snow

Worst: The Ice Storm postponing Dry Creek

ice storm


Best: Taking the RunWILD group down to River Gorge (come run it with us this year!)

river gorge

Worst: March was pretty good . . . so I guess it’d have to be the soreness from RunWILD’s St. Patty’s Day “Hill Repeats”? 😉


Best: Boston – experience (being there with my mom, the race environment, seeing Bree in Boston obvs) and marathon PR; meeting Sage Canaday


Worst: April was pretty good month . . .


Best: Strolling Jim suffer fest; Running at Frozen Head for the first time

strolling jim 2

Pre-Strolling Jim ass kicking w/ Jobie

Worst: the day after Strolling Jim. I couldn’t leave my house because stairs must descended to do so.


Best: Running in the big boy mountains of Idaho and solidifying my love of the West


Worst: DNF-ing River of No Return 108K where the big boy mountains chewed me up and spit me out. Not even Little Red Riding Hood could get my ass in a good enough space to continue that race.


Best: Pulling the trigger on signing up for a 100; Bowie Park race having record numbers

Worst: Pulling the trigger on signing up for a 100; losing my key on the Bowie course and spending hours “sunbathing” in the parking lot waiting for help


Best: RunWILD: Hot, Wet, & Wild started; knocked out my annual 5K @ Tomato


Worst: hardcore face-planting at Beaman during our first RunWILD run from which I still have the scarred up knees


Best: Running in Chamonix (and London, Paris, Cinque Terre, and Rome); I’ve wanted to live and just run in the mountains ever since I went westward last year, but running here really made me fall in love. #movemetoColoradoorBendASAP


Worst: Leaving Chamonix


Best: Defeated Creek — this was my baby race of the year. Thankful to NRC and others (Phil, Duane) who helped me bring this to fruition in just the way I/We envisioned when setting foot out there for the first time. Having such a big group at StumpJump; Mini Tour de Rouge (when we doing 10, Jeff and Jobie?)

stump jump bathroom

StumpJump bathroom pic

Worst: The nerves prepping for Pinhoti


Best: Pinhoti 100 — probably the highlight of the year for me; Riverside Screw, duh.

start line

Worst: Recovery from Pinhoti; post race “blues” –> always hard to deal with for me no matter the race but extra bad for this one #WhyGodMadeBeer


Best: Wrapping up a decent first year as RD with Peeler park; focusing on running with my own pups; slowly getting mileage up

Worst: Loss of fitness and speed from taking a little too much recovery

So, that’s my pretty boring yet incredibly self-indulgent Best/Worst of Running for 2015.

Stay tuned for my Goals for 2016 which is sure to be riveting.

Recovery — Apparently, A Necessary Evil

My plan following Pinhoti was always to take a “break” for a couple of weeks. I say “break” because my intention was a break relative to my training and a couple of weeks was a loose description ( a couple really meaning one). Basically, my “break” going to be just to pacify potentially concerned family members and friends. But, a funny thing happened — the whole week after the race, I had ZERO desire to run. Nada. Zilch. And I was perfectly fine with it. A week after, I ran a couple of miles and felt decent-ish. That one run seemed to squelch whatever need to run I had for the next couple of days. Then, I couldn’t get my appetite up which, in turn, exacerbated my fatigue. Cool, I thought. Good reason not to run. I saw others who ran Pinhoti were back running and feeling good. I was a little envious but more so just surprised. Not at them but at me. I had just assumed that, since things had gone so (relatively) smoothly at the actual race, I’d take a week off and be “back to normal”. It’s as if my body knew of my intentions and decided shut that whole thing down.


So, for 3 weeks, I’ve run a few times with my own dogs (who are in training of their own for a springtime trail adventure), done some yoga (thanks Ryne for sharing Fiji McAlpine with me), and ran my longest run a the Riverside Screw. Finally feeling better, I’m cautiously getting back at it this week — taking it slowly, focusing on good form (getting those arms down and at 90 degrees instead of flapping in the wind), and incorporating core, hip, and ass work.

I have a new, HUGE appreciation for those that can do the Grand Slam and recover so quickly. I also have a new, huge appreciation for rest and recovery. But, it’s time to get back on the horse.


Shelby Park 6 Miler Sponsor Spotlight: Spring Rewards


Nashville Running Company hosts multiple races throughout the year, including the NRC Trail Race 6 Mile Series. The 3rd installment, RunWILD Shelby Park 6 Miler, is quickly approaching! This fun race takes place on October 4 @ 8am at the Cornelia Fort Airpark — which is right in NRC’s backyard.

One of the sponsors of the RunWILD Shelby Park 6 Miler is Spring Rewards. If you’re already a regular at NRC then you probably know a little something about this awesome company. Spring is a platform that provides branded loyalty and reward programs for local businesses and restaurants. It’s a smart and fun way for customers to get rewarded for shopping LOCALLY! Everything is held on credit/debit cards customers carry so there’s nothing to keep up with like another card, voucher, or proof of purchase. Easy! And the rewards are sweet. For instance, if you enroll in their rewards program with NRC, you get $25 back for every $500 you spend in the store, which, as any runner knows, adds up QUICKLY!

Rowanne McKnight is the Nashville market manager, overseeing all sales and marketing here in town. In addition to working at Spring and driving her 3 children all over town, she’s also an avid runner and yogi. She says she isn’t a pro at either one but loves the physical and mental benefits she gets from both (I actually met Rowanne on a RunWEST run, and she’s a GREAT runner). She’s a certified yoga instructor, has run 15 marathons (!), and is training to run Chicago in October! She loves getting geared up at NRC — “everyone there is approachable, knowledgeable, and fun!” Couldn’t agree more, Rowanne! Thank you and Spring Rewards for your generous sponsorship of the RunWILD Shelby Park 6 Miler!


So, I lost a bet with my good friend, Jobie. The result — this awesome sauce blog post on . . . CATS!

Approximately 1/3 of cat owners think their pets are able to read their minds.  (What a bunch of weirdos)


Every year, nearly four million cats are eaten in Asia. (YUM!)


A cat called Dusty has the known record for the most kittens. She had more than 420 kittens in her lifetime. (Sounds like a slut to me)


A female cat is called a queen or a molly. (I think they meant Miley)


The term “puss” is the root of the principal word for “cat” in the Romanian term pisicaand the root of secondary words in Lithuanian (puz) and Low German puus. Some scholars suggest that “puss” could be imitative of the hissing sound used to get a cat’s attention. As a slang word for the female pudenda, it could be associated with the connotation of a cat being soft, warm, and fuzzy. (Not touching that one. (that’s what he said))


A group of cats is called a “clowder. (I feel like there’s an Asian chowder joke here)

That’s it. That’s all I got.

Forgive me, Father, for I’m a fool OR Confessions, pt 3

It’s been a long time since my last confessional so here goes nothing.

  • At least 3 times a week, I freak out because I think I’m going the wrong way on an on-ramp.

wrong way

  • I have a near photographic memory when it comes to past events, dates, what I was wearing, etc., but if I’m supposed to remember to do something, I have to write it down in at least 2 separate places.


  • I thought for an embarrassingly long time that talk shows were live. I don’t want to disclose when I came to the realization that this was not, in fact, the case, but I will say it was on the wrong side of 20. And 25.
  • I can’t turn off “Your Body is a Wonderland” if it comes on the radio.


  • I’ve never been to Colorado, but I would, without a doubt, move there tomorrow if I could. Same with the PNW. Never been there but would move there tomorrow. Or maybe next week– I have a lot to do tomorrow.
  • I’ve wanted to move to the PNW since Grey’s Anatomy. This desire has only been exacerbated since discovering trail running.

Has nothing to do with my statement. Just really love this scene from pre-jumping the shark Grey’s.

  • I lack the ability to fully close cheese packages. This really isn’t a problem though as I go through at least 8 bags of cheese a week.


  • I suffer from misophonia — I have an extreme hatred of certain sounds. Hearing someone eat, particularly an apple or other crunchy foods, makes my blood boil and makes me irrationally angry. I also hate coughing and loud breathing.


  • Military time confuses the hell out of me.
  • If someone doesn’t know the difference between “you” and “you’re”, I judge them so hard. Also, the “words” “nite,” “lite,” and “thru” drive me up the wall.


  • I’ve watched the Magic Mike 2 trailer at least 7 times. This week.

    magic mike

    You’re (and I mean “You are”) welcome, gals.