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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.

Recovery Week

I found myself in quite the conundrum (at least from a training standpoint) post-Boston. I tend to usually take a few days off after a long race, but the day of the Boston marathon was also the 2 month mark until River of No Return 108k. Even though I know a few missed runs/workouts won’t completely derail my training, I still wanted to keep some of the momentum I gained while in Boston. Plus, I’m starting to freak out about this sucker, and running calms me.

After my first 3 marathons, I was basically incapacitated for 3 days. Amypoehler

This time around, my ankle was a little sore, and my legs were a little tired, but honestly, I’ve felt a lot worse the day after some of my training runs. The state of my legs made my decision not to take a day completely off from running easier. After getting back from Boston on Tuesday, I met up with the RunWILD group for Tuesday Night Trails. I was late so I only got in about 2.5 miles. The first half mile proved more difficult than I thought, but after that, it felt amazing to get the legs going. Tuesday was also Phil’s birthday so after the run we went to celebrate accordingly at Publicity. I was so excited to see that Gretchen had come!

I think you mean birthday beer, Teresa. Get your mind right in prison, girl.

I think you mean birthday beer, Teresa. Get your mind right in prison, girl. 

Wednesday, I decided against running East Nasty. I know myself, and I know that I would’ve gotten roped into more distance and faster pace than I wanted. I ran around the neighborhood, and it was a good call. My heart rate was way higher than it should’ve been for an easy two miles. I called it a day and did some yoga instead of more miles.

Thursday morning, my legs felt back to normal, and I had an amazing run with the RunWEST morning group. Tara and Adrienne are always so fun, and those 4 miles always fly by. (Check out Tara’s awesome blog here) During the day, I helped out at the CMM Expo for Nashville Running Company. I love being around runners in any form or fashion, and the expo was no different. I had a blast even though it made me a little sad that I wasn’t running this year. Because I was running my mouth to the Altra rep, I ended up getting out of the expo too late to make it to the RunWEST pm group. Luckily, Scott had my back and took over. Friday, I did an easy 3 miles and some yoga.

Saturday was Country Music Marathon. I met up with Phil to get in some miles before working the NRC water stop. This run simply proved what badasses we are. We ran part of the marathon course backwards, all the while dodging cops who wanted us to run on the extremely crowded sidewalks.

Always look straight forward when being chased by cops on bikes. Solid, Phil advice.

Lesson of the run — Always look straight forward when being chased by cops on bikes. 

As we were out running, we found Steven who had just CRUSHED the 1/2 marathon and ran back with him. It was a great run back, but spectators thought we were actually running the marathon. A couple of people even told me I was the 3rd girl. AWKWARD. Finally, we made it back to NRC and handed out water for the next couple of hours. I was so happy I got to see Yong and Roy while I was out there.

Sunday was just an easy day on the trails. It felt great to get some mud on the shoes.

So, I didn’t run as much as thought I would this week. And I’ve been eating and sleeping like it’s my job.


I gave myself the excuse of “it’s recovery week” but now it’s time to really bang out some serious training.

Week Recap:
MONDAY: 26.2

TUESDAY: 2.5 miles

WEDNESDAY: 2 miles; yoga

THURSDAY: 4 miles; yoga

FRIDAY: 3 miles; yoga

SATURDAY: 5 miles

SUNDAY: 6 miles

Boston Marathon: Ok, It Was Cool

Boston seemed so far away for so long, and now, Poof, it’s over. I hadn’t been crazy excited for this race. I’d simply viewed it as an inconvenient stop along my ultra training way. Fortunately, I went up to Boston with my Mom who planned a heck of a trip that led to a heck of a race. I had never been to Boston so we did some fun touristy things, including a Freedom Trail Tour with Bree. The takeaways– I know there’s a bar across from Samuel Adams’s grave and Bostonians have a lot of energy when it comes to history. We also hit up the race expo a couple of times where I was able to see (track down, stalk) the amazing Sage Canaday


Mom and I also practiced how I would get from the hotel to the buses at Boston Common on race day a couple of times. Every where you looked that weekend, people were decked out in either this year or a previous year’s Boston jacket (and shirt and shorts and socks and hats and speedos). How do you know someone has run Boston before? They’ll be wearing the jacket. It was hard not to get swept up in it just a little bit, and it was hard not to start doubting my abilities to run 26.2 on Marathon Monday. After eating and drinking our way through Boston for two and a half days, it was finally time to do it to it.


Monday morning I woke up around 5:30am. I ate breakfast with Mom before I left– an english muffin and small omelet. I never eat a lot before a race, but I figured with the time gap I’d be ok to stuff my face a little more than usual. Everyone at the hotel was a runner, and the shuttle took us to the subway which took us pretty close to Boston Common. As soon as I was coming out of the station, I saw Stephen and Tricia. It was seriously a race day miracle. I was able to hang out with Stephen on the bus to Hopkinton up until he had to post up in his corral. Seriously, it was the best luck ever to run into him. I had about 45 minutes after Stephen left before it was time for me to take my place in my assigned wave/corral. The walk from Athlete’s Village to the start line was a lot longer than I anticipated, but it felt good to shake out the legs a bit. Finally, we were off.

The first 10k of this race was extremely frustrating. As soon as we started, I felt GOOD. The masses ahead of me and I were not on the same pace though. All I wanted was to settle into a comfortably hard pace for the day, but I was trapped every mile or so. I know they say take it slowly the first 5 or 10k, but not being able to run the pace I wanted really got to me. After a while, the crowd thinned a nominal amount but enough to where I could settle into a groove. I honestly had no time goals or expectations for the day. I found a pace I liked and decided I’d stay there as long as I could or until the finish line . . . whichever came first. If I had to back off later in the race, so be it. I know it’s not ideal racing strategy, but again, having no expectations or goals, you can do what you want. We made our way through Hopkinton, Ashland, and Framingham. I still felt golden, and the crowds were doing nothing but helping that feeling.

Somewhere along the way, (I think between Framingham and Natick?) I hear, “Is that Beth?!” I turn around and see David Dye just cruising. I ran with David and his friend off and on for a while. It was nice to see a familiar face and to chat with someone for a bit.

Pretty soon, I was around the half way/20K mark. My only race day strategy was drink every 5K and eat every 10K. So at the 20K mark, I ate my second handful of Honey Stinger chews and chugged some water. Right around this point in the race is Wellesley College where all of the college gals line the street. Many a runner will snag a kiss from them. I had totally planned on it especially after seeing some of their hilarious signs. However, my chews and water didn’t sit right, and I puked in my mouth just a little bit as we were running through. I thought it would be bad race karma to then go kiss a gal with vomit breath so I kept on trucking through. At the half-marathon point, I checked my watch. 1:32ish — a PR of over 8 minutes.

I have no clue when it started raining, but it registered with me around mile 16 or 17 that I was WET. Some people were running in those space blanket things. I still had on my sock mittens from the start of the race, but they were completely soaked. I tossed them when I ate at 30K as we were coming into Newton. I probably wasted a minute just trying to get my chews out of the package with my numb, frozen hands. Honestly, this was the only real effect that the weather had on me, I think. Fortunately, I didn’t puke up this round of nutrition. We hit the Newton hills, and finally, there it was– “Heartbreak Hill”. UM, seriously? This is what I’ve been waiting for/scared of? Not that it isn’t difficult to run up a hill at mile 20ish, but running in Nashville and on the trails definitely helped here. I was able to keep a steady effort all of the way to the (pretty short) top.

We made our way through Boston College which was great. My legs were starting to feel it a bit between miles 21-23 (ok so maybe that hill was bigger than I thought). I attempted to calculate pace and estimated time from this point but said screw it, just run. At about my lowest point in the race came probably my highest point. The only time this will ever, ever, ever happen to me — I passed Scott Jurek. He was a guide for a visually impaired runner which is such a cool thing, but it was also so fun to see him/pass him. I smiled and cruised on. By this point, I’d given up on eating or drinking anything else– I really felt like I didn’t need it. As we made our way through Brookline, I still felt really good but was ready to be done. I just kept thinking “Make it to the next mile” and Hunter’s suggested mantra “Happy Beers on Boylston”. Mile 25, we see the famed Citgo sign. I thought we were closer to Boylston than we were so I mustered up a little more energy in the ol’ legs. Even though we were further away, I was still able to maintain it until we turned left onto Boylston. I could see the finish line. I glanced at my watch– 3:04:01. For the first time all race, I pulled a Phil and had a last minute time goal. I, all of a sudden, wanted to break 3:05. I had run a pretty consistently paced race. I probably had a little more to give here than I should have so I was able to turn it on enough to cross in 3:04:50. A PR of over 15:00. I was pumped…and cold. Getting out of the finish area and finding my mom was probably harder than running the race. Fortunately, my friend Angie found me and took care of my cold ass until Mom came with warm (new) clothes.

The day was better than I could have ever envisioned. Thank you to everyone who texted, called, FB’ed– that made the day truly special. Thank you SO much to Steven and Dad and the rest of my family who supported from afar. HUGE thanks to Angie for battling the cold, wind, and rain to wait with me and to Joy for taking care of my babies while I was gone. Thanks to Nashville Running Company for, well, everything. Most of all, thank you so much to my Mom for coming with me, planning the trip, waiting for hours in the rain, and being the best “crew”.  Give me the trails any day of the week, but this was still something spectacular to be a part of. (But I still didn’t buy the jacket).

Good Week of Running

Well, it’s one week from the Boston Marathon. Apparently, that means I should be doing certain things like packing, tapering, thinking about the race. I definitely haven’t started packing, I began tapering slightly this past weekend, and I think about it every now and then when I actually remember I’m racing. Obviously, I’m #Blessed to be able to go, but Boston is definitely not the “A race” of my life or even my year. That being said, I don’t want to completely embarrass myself or the NRC race team. So maybe I’ll try to do everything right this week.

Last week was a pretty solid week of training and running. Mondays have turned into lifting days with Big Swole and climbing with Bree and Marie. Who knew activities outside of running could be so fun? Tuesdays, as always are Trail Tuesdays, but I also added in a mile repeat workout down at the Airpark beforehand. I love our RunWILD Tuesday Night Trails, but ever since we started them, these runs have always felt labored. They’re always fun but difficult even when we weren’t pushing the pace. I’m not sure if it’s because it’s a night run, and fatigue from the day has just set in or what. Anyway, this Tuesday night felt awesome. I felt like I could have run for hours. Maybe I’m getting stronger. OR maybe it was the stimulating trail conversation and anatomy lesson. One example of this . . . according to “Dr.” Phil Zimmerman, the reason you have so much mucus/phlegm during a run is that your joints need lubrication while running but when there’s excess lubrication, it drips out of your nose. He should definitely work on publishing this theory. This trail run was also epic because two of our RunWILDers got engaged on the red trail. AH! Congrats, Meg & Sam! We celebrated over big ass beers at Cancun.

Wednesday, Yong and I hit the 11.2 at PW. I hadn’t run this since the Fall and had forgotten how much it hurt. I was thankful to run with him– he kept me honest on pace and distance. I had planned to run East Nasty that night to get a few more miles in, but our furniture was slated to be delivered between 6pm-10pm. While I hated to miss the run, I am pleased to say I’m no longer using lawn furniture in the living room.

Thursdays are RunWEST days. I had a great run with Adrienne and Tara. We did our normal loop through the park. My legs were a little tired from the previous day’s trek through Monkeyville, but I love this morning run. Later that day, I hiked the Bells Bend 6 miler course and marked it for Sunday’s race. The evening RunWEST group did some exploring through Belle Meade neighborhoods and found a really great route that we’ll start incorporating. Friday, I had planned to do around 5-6 miles, but Jobie messaged me that he and Jeff were headed out for a long run that night. I couldn’t pass up Red, White, Blu x 2 at night. So, at around 8pm, we took off. My legs felt fine for most of the run, but for some reason on our second loop, my feet started huuuurting. The good company and wildlife spotting (basically rabbits and a cool owl) kept me going. It was after midnight when we finished, but I was so happy to have done it.

I decided to take Saturday off from running. NRC had a booth at the Bells Bend Outdoor Festival & Expo from 9am-3pm, and by the time I was done working that, I was tired from the night before and still needed to do stuff for the race.

Bells Bend Outdoor Festival & Expo

Bells Bend Outdoor Festival & Expo

My feet and ankle were still hurting as well so I think it worked out that I really didn’t have time to run. Sunday was the RunWILD Bells Bend 6 miler. It turned out to be a beautiful day of racing. 100 racers finished, and it went off without too many hitches. After the race, Lee and I ran a loop at Beaman (I guess it was his charity run for the week). I felt great for most of the run but got my ass handed to me on the last half mile back to the nature center. Nevertheless, it was a beautiful, hot run.

I think the week was a good week for going into Boston while also trying to keep up miles and workouts for June. It was definitely an enjoyable week of running which should be the ultimate goal.

Sorry for the lack of inspiration and gifs.

Week Recap:

Monday: 4 miles; Swole Session

Tuesday: 1.5 miles w/ the pups; 3 mi WU, 4 x 1 mile w/ 400 m recovery; Red trail

Wednesday: 11.2 with Yong

Thursday: RunWEST am; run w/ pups; RunWEST pm

Friday: RWB x 2 (4:08)

Saturday: rest day

Sunday: 6 miles