Rocks, Little Rocks, Some Big Rocks, Some dirt with rocks, Rocks with dirt, gravel with rocks, rocks with little rocks, few tree roots, and some groomed to grassy trail sections.
I love the DC Road Runners summer Bunion Derby race series. It’s a beautiful mixture of relatively short, easy courses, intense summer heat and humidity, wonderful people and most importantly, host of a post-race watermelon feast.
Does anyone else have a hard time starting a training cycle after a long period of down time? I've been off a training cycle since my 50K in October. That is partially because life has been insane, partially because I've been injured, and more recently, because I just can not find the motivation to start back up again.
For years, I didn’t pay any attention to the work that went in to maintaining trails, especially trails that are vulnerable to overuse or weathering. I naively assumed that all trails just held up on their own, perfectly designed to withstand years of foot traffic and whatever weather events Mother Earth threw their way.
Each and every one of us are responsible for the marine debris problem in our waterways and ocean. Each choice we make to use a piece of plastic means we are potentially contributing to a problem that has a solution well beyond the scope of any individual person. But each and every person can be their own tiny part of the broader solution. We must think clearly about the choices we make each day.
Sometimes, listening to my own advice means stepping back, evaluating my circumstances, and deciding to pull out of a race before it even starts. On May 6th, I did just that.
Raise your hand if you are a runner and own a Garmin watch. I bet a lot of you do. I do too. It has been with me through two marathons, two ultramarathons, thousands of training miles, bike rides and hikes. But today. Today Garmin broke my heart.
I'm sure there are a lot of folks in the running community who likely have the same thoughts, difficulties and struggles as I do. I might not articulate my struggle fully here, but as we enter a new year, I want to shake the struggle and start fresh and rejuvenated.
Last weekend I laced up my trail shoes, slung on my hydration pack, tightened my headlamp and headed out on the trails. This was what I’ve been training for, for the past 5 months. This is what I had given up most Saturday’s for. This is what I had woken up before the sun for, day in and day out. This was my redemption race.
I have always been one to think ahead. Planning is my modus operandi, it’s what gets me through my days. Some of that is pure anxiety – I can’t handle not planning for things, because it stresses me out. If I plan to not have a plan, then I’m OK – but I still have to consciously say ‘Katie, you’re going to NOT plan something and just go with it today’.
321 days ago, I fractured my pelvis.
Touted as one of the best halfs in the region, I was excited to run with my boss, who had run it in 2015 and fell in love. I consulted with my friends over at the DC Road Runners, and based on their enthusiastic reports from previous years, I knew I made a good choice.
Yesterday, I ran my first sub-7 mile since probably High School. That might not mean a lot to a lot of people, but for me, that is a huge accomplishment. I had people tell me in High School I would never be fast, never be good at running because I didn't fit the body type of a runner.
Wow, what a crazy few months it has been. So crazy, in fact, that I haven’t updated this site since January. JANUARY! For that, I apologize.
It’s not that I haven’t been running. Quite the opposite in fact.
I’ve been running more in the last few months than I have in my entire life.
I trained for and ran in my first Ultra marathon (I’ll put up a race recap soon, for posterity sake)
I took a month off in May. Not because I was injured. Not because I was in a running slump. Simply because life had other plans for me. You see, I work full time and am a grad student part-time. And you know what May is? Finals time. This year, May was also the release of a major plan for the ocean off of New England, which is what I happen to work on in my day life. Sleep was hard to come by. I ran maybe a few times, nothing exciting.
But now I’m back.
I’m taking one class this summer, and my final paper is due tomorrow (hello, procrastination!)
I’m training for the New York Marathon in November (hello, excitement!)
I joined the DC Road Runners, and have never felt more connected to the running community (hello, happiness!)
I have so many updates, so many stories, and so much to talk about.
I can’t wait to share it with you.
Join me as I try to get my life back together, and share my exciting running stories with you. There sure are a lot of them, and I would hate to not share
We had an epic snow storm this past week, dumping 2+ feet of snow on DC in less than 48 hours. What does that mean? TRAIL TIME!
Does anyone else have recurring injuries that flare up at certain times of the year? I wonder if mine is due to poor circulation in my feet (due to a diagnosed condition) or it truly is just over use...
2015 was a year of extreme highs and extreme lows. I started out the year strong, logging an incredible 135 miles in January, the most I had ever run in a single month. February rolled around, and the massive increase in mileage while subsequently ignoring physical pain led to a measly 52 total miles.
As I crossed the finish line on the historic C&O canal, a huge smile cracked across my face. My boyfriend and his dog were standing just beyond the finish line, cheering me on as I blew past my previous personal record by 3 minutes or so.
For many of my fellow distance runners, it is not uncommon for yearly mileage to well exceed 1,000 miles. For some of you, its over 2,000 or even 3,000 (GRACIOUS!).
This past year, I truly got in to distance running at its heart. Long, deliberative runs that connect me with my mind and my body better than I've ever been in my athletic career. I started running 10 years ago now, but it is just this past year that I've truly felt strong, confident, and able to accomplish goals that I never would have thought possible.
At the start of the year, I never thought I would run 1,000 miles by December. Well, here we are, and I am 17 miles away from breaking that first barrier. If I'd been more in tune with my body in the early months of this year, I may have broken 1,200+ but that just gives me a goal for next year!
Just wanted to share my excitement :) I have a half-marathon on Sunday, which means by Monday morning, I will be over the threshold I never thought was possible