A lesson in humility.

Last weekend I ran a 5k to get some race-day practice before the big event. It was 16 degrees at the start of the race and despite my two layers of pants and three layers of tops I felt like I might lose some limb to frostbite before the end of the 3.2 miles.

I didn’t and I even ran faster than I ever have for the 5k. I’m not much of a competitor and I think I still have yet to discover how far or fast I can truly push myself. So while 28:18 didn’t win me any medal for my age category I did PR, was proud of myself, and I did realize I might be able to run this half marathon a lot faster than the last one.

Where’s the humility in this blog post?

Here you go:


Ugh. I’ve never found a good race photo of myself, but this one is also a PR for me in bad race photos. (The clock is the clock time, not my chip time.) This is not at all the image I had of myself in my head as I pushed myself to sprint across the finish line. More than the competitors eye of the tiger I have the look of someone who is about to leap into a pit of alligators. All while apparently trying to squish my freezing face into my turtleneck.

I’m just going to go ahead and visualize myself as Kara Goucher as I cross the finish line in Ft. Lauderdale:

Matthew Lewis/Getty Images


Much better.


What’s up with that.

Here we are in the new year and so a little update on what is going on in our lives is probably appropriate. Some might say goals, but I can’t even pin things to my board in Pinterest so I’m not about to be putting down GOALS in all caps. It’s a new year, but let’s not get crazy. Plus it’s almost the end of the month so resolutions is just a silly word to be throwing around at this point.

Anyway, at the top of Dash’s 2012 to do list was to catch an actual cold. Last Saturday night I was sure he had whooping cough and Zach and I listened to “the sounds of whooping cough” on the internet. Ugh. Don’t do it. That was enough to convince the logical one in our parenting team that Dash did not have whooping cough. The other more…hyper dramatic of us was just as convinced that we did have a whooping cough-er. Either way he went back to sleep and slept fine, but then spent the last three and a half days felling pretty congested and yucky.

We have stayed indoors away from all society for most of that time which led us to accomplishing another of Dash’s goals – playing with every single ball he owns all at once. It’s a game he named “Roll Ball.”

The boy is ball-wealthy. This picture is the equivalent of Scrooge McDuck swimming in a pool of his money.

On the top of my list is to run my second half marathon, hence the countdown to the right. I have also added a link to my twitter account where I talk only about running and post twit pics of things like my legs in a bathtub of ice.

After that I plan on doubling my mileage from last year. I think is will be easier than it sounds because I took a big chunk of the summer off after an injury from the last half marathon. I also dislike running in the heat of summer so I need to find some motivation to get through that.

And then on the potential goal list is running the Hospital Hill Half with my running buddy in June. This is still on the wait list in my mind because I need to overcome my whole fear of the heat thing first.

Other than running my to do list contains:

– opening an etsy shop

– continuing to follow this decluttering calendar: http://www.mysimplerlife.com/2012.htm

– and following this yearly reading guide: http://www.navpress.com/uploadedFiles/15074%20BRP.dj.pdf

So far so good.

Lincoln Half Marathon Race Recap.

Six years ago I woke up before 6 a.m. to go stand in an intersection on the Lincoln marathon course and cheer on hundreds of people as they ran more consecutive miles in a day than I ever had in one week.

This year I was one of those runners grabbing cups of water and Gatorade from thoughtful volunteers.

My time was 2:16:59 which is a PR! That’s what happens when you’ve only run one half marathon before! I lined up with the 2:10 pace group, but didn’t have a time goal for myself. I just wanted to get it done.

Right before mile 4 I got to see my lovely family up after a night of prom and post prom.

This was the best moment of the race. I almost cried when I saw them all.

At mile 6 I saw a spectator wearing a Brew to Brew 2011 shirt so I spontaneously yelled out, “Brew to Brew, woot!” He looked at me like I was a lunatic, but a guy running behind me said, “hey did you run that this year?” The guy was from Olathe and we ran together until mile 8. It was great to have some conversation and distraction for awhile.

Then things got dicey. My knee which had started to hurt during a short run the day before the race really started to bother me at mile 11. I slowed down and was even grimacing in pain. I considered walking for a bit, but I just wanted to finish. Then my Olathe buddy caught up with me. He was getting ready to finish strong so I tried speeding up to stay with him for awhile. He quickly could tell I was struggling and went through a pain inventory with me.

When I explained the pain in my knee he said it sounded like runner’s knee. Apparently all my miles of training had caught up with me right in time for the race. Steve from Olathe kept motivating me and stayed with me until the end.

The race finished inside Memorial Stadium with the finish line broadcast up on the Husker Vision Jumbo Tron. Steve said, “You are going to finish this before me.” That made me kick it in and haul my booty and my sore knee over the finish line.

It was awesome.

Then I turned back and sincerely thanked Steve for what he had done for me.

Overshadowing my race finish this week is my sore knee. I can’t bend it to go up or down stairs which makes carrying a baby up and down stairs for naps, etc. very difficult. I am feeling a little down about how long it might take me to recover and get back to running. Plus I suppose I am having a little withdrawal from having a race to train for. If I ever get back out there (overly dramatic, I know) I hope to run many more half marathons and someday do for some runner what Steve from Olathe did for me.

First Half Marathon complete!

All my training – 225 miles of it – led up to this:

A goofy, post race celebration photo. And of course the completion of my first half marathon! It was a great run – a nice flat course, good weather, and a trip down memory lane. We used to live in Lincoln so it was fun to run through the city and see how things have changed.

The best moment of the race was right before mile 4 when I ran past my aunt and uncle’s house to see my fan club.

That surge of happiness carried me almost all the way to the end. But more of the details later. Now I am just celebrating my big finish.

Running Report: 6 days to the half marathon.

My first half marathon is in less than a week! I have run 221 miles – plus another 5 today – and I’m as ready as I can be.  As part of my training I have run in two races – Brew to Brew and last weekend the Trolley Run.

Brew to Brew is not your typical race experience so I was so glad when my running buddy invited me to run with her in the Trolley Run to practice with those race day conditions.

Now I just have a few more easy runs this week and a family road trip to Omaha/Lincoln to plan. Besides running my first half marathon this weekend I am also going to spend a night away from my 8-month-old for the first time. Yikes. With the early start to the race it seemed better to leave Dash in Omaha with his grandparents. Yikes! It won’t really be the relaxing night away I imagined we would take at some point with the early morning start and pre-race jitters, but now that Dash sleeps through the night we aren’t so much in need of a sleep break.

Anyway, looking forward to my half marathon debut!

It’s about poop.

When you have a baby you start talking about the stuff you find in diapers. This isn’t the kind of poo I am talking about. I’m talking about the poo from another non-verbal creature in our home whose poo apparently has become a marker of our changing life story.

As a dog owner one of my duties is to pick up dog doodie. It is a chore I have had since being a kid. If you have as much experience as I have had with excrement clean up you know that there are certain indigestible items that go in a dog and then come back out in relatively the original condition. Back then it was segments of Barbie arms, googly eyes from troll dolls, and a rainbow of colors from packs of ingested crayons.

Pre-baby, Watson’s doo-doo was pretty uninteresting reflecting only his healthy lifestyle which included an owner with plenty of time to stop him from eating anything other than fancy dog food.

These days I’m finding a different story. When I was out on clean up duty this weekend I found pieces of infant pacifiers and lime green earplugs – both highly resistant to dog teeth and digestive systems. Our lives have changed a lot in the last seven months:  Babies, sleepless nights, and lots less time for walking dogs. Even poor, little Watson is suffering through the quick changes of our new life. So if you want to know about us don’t bother going through our trash. Just spend some time in our backyard with the pooper scooper.

Another note on flavors…

You know how Dash has been tasting all kinds of new flavors for the first time? It seems like one of his emerging favorites is the taste of my skin after a run. Like a deer to a salt lick, he was drawn to the salt dried on my cheek after my run yesterday. I picked him up for a hug when I got back and got several slobbery slurps.

I don’t think salt is a recommended seasoning for baby food, but maybe if it comes straight from mom it is OK. Plus those slobbery kisses make finishing a run even sweeter for me.