Monday, October 28, 2013
Monday, August 19, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
These days, I am hanging out with a pretty rough crowd. They all wear neatly pressed uniforms, say things like "yes, ma'am," read in Latin, and have clean-cut hair. But don't be fooled: They are tough. They provide a new honesty to my life and training—letting me know when my diction is unclear or my cultural references have expired, informing me when I look happy or unhappy, drawing accurate sketches of my worst hair days, and having selective memories for the days they beat me in anything (sprints, repeats, out-and-backs, warm-ups, trips to the water fountains, or tying their shoes. Any victory will do.)
I lift twice a week, and do longer runs plus cross-training (basketball and tennis) on weekends. I rest when I need it. I train consistently, but (excepting weekends) each run is only between thirty minutes to an hour-fifteen, and often with my students. This means, I have to focus on pushing myself harder each time I’m out alone. My focused intent is to extend the length of my stride, which shrunk down a bit because of so many years on technical trails in minimalist sneakers. And I am perfecting the fine art of quick changes from school dress to running clothes in the stalls of the students’ restroom, using my prep period for speed work a few days a week.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Race Results: 3rd Place, auto-bid to Western States
Weather: Perfect! (misty, humid, 66 degrees at the start) Never cold, never uncomfortable.
Race summary: There comes a time in every girl's life when she is hungrier for more cereal than the capacity of her stomach will feasibly allow. Today is my day for that. Mountain racing is exhausting.
I wasn't sure how I should pace myself over the distance or on rocky, mixed terrain. I did know that I was going a bit too slow in that single-file section and asked the man in front of me if I could pass him.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
The night was silent. One man bobbed along singing out loud to his iPod, but I'm not sure he knew he was doing that. The timing people had long ago departed to get some sleep, and many of the aid station workers were napping. I suddenly became exhausted. I drank another small bottle of coffee and ate a few Honey Stingers, but it was no good. I was 10-12 miles ahead of the closest racer and had little competitive impetus to remain engaged, so I just started drifting...
Thanks RD Robert Tavernini for a great event. Thank you UltrAspire and DryMax socks for your sponsorship and support, and thank you Little family for crewing me! It was the best. I had a wonderful time.
Next up: The Dallas Marathon with David. I can't wait.