2019 One City Marathon Recap

It’s taken me a little bit of time to be ready to write this recap and to be perfectly honest, I strongly considered skipping writing anything about this race at all. But since I’ve written about every race I’ve run since my first half marathon in 2013 (my first official race!) it would be weird to just stop now. Besides, being the sentimental sucker that I am, there might be a day (in the very far future) when I feel like reflecting and reminiscing on this race, and that would be a little tougher without my thoughts and memories written out and immortalized for the internet. 

I had very high hopes for this race, my third marathon. I trained my ASS OFF. Literally (HA) and figuratively. It was my hope that throwing myself into training and really dedicating myself to running would pay off and I’d be able to redeem myself after a disappointing half marathon in Richmond this past November. I ran over 300 miles during training (the most out of any of my marathon cycles so far), I worked on adding long rounds of cardio (including indoor rowing, which I don’t really love), and tried to fuel myself better (baby steps were required here….). More than anything else, I felt like I put my heart into the training in a way that I’d never really done before. I didn’t miss a training run the entire time...even when I was sick and scheduled for an 18 miler, or had some kind of stomach thing and was down to my last 10k of training! I was sure all of this would pay off in the long run (pun intended). 

The week leading up to the race was pretty stressful. I had some kind of really irritating stomach issue going on all week. Initially I thought I had some kind of stomach bug, but when it kind of slowly evolved into an annoying cramping, I realized it was probably some other kind of GI thing going on (Totally fun stuff, ya know). Lucy (my cat/child) was sick too…both of us were kind of struggling in the days leading up to the race and while I thought maybe that was a blessing in disguise because it kept my mind off stressing about the race and my big, huge PR goal (I’ll get to that in a minute) I don’t think it did me any favors at all. Mostly because my attitude towards the race was so detached and I wasn’t really mentally on race frequency the way I think I should have been. 

To give a little bit of context on my goal, last year's Shamrock Marathon really surprised me. I kept getting faster and was hitting PRs in the gym and at the little races our group had signed up for as confidence builders, but I had no idea that I would be able to finish in 4:13, a huge 44 min PR. Actually, when Jim sent out the training plan in the Fall that had 4:15 as a tentative goal, I snap chatted it to my friends saying “Jim must be smoking crack if he thinks I can run a marathon in 4:15”. In the end, it turned out that he wasn’t, and I had a fast finish and a great race day that emboldened me to believe that if a 44 minute PR was possible when I had previously doubted it, maybe even bigger things were within my reach. Being only 13 minutes away from a sub 4 marathon really enticed me…and being the really sentimental freak that I am, I decided just sub 4 wasn’t good enough…I set my goal at 3:57 so that I’d be able to say I ran my third marathon an entire hour faster than the first one I ever ran back in 2014. 

If that seems like an aggressive goal, it’s because it was. And if you’ve read this far into this recap, I’m sure you can surmise that I didn’t make it. And to be really real here, I almost didn’t even finish the race. Here’s the story of what happened on race day:

Race morning I woke up after a full night’s sleep somewhat groggy but pretty ready to go since I’d prepared all my things the day before. I was oddly calm (except for having to use the restroom a jillion times that morning) and although my stomach was hurting and I was having a hard time getting my pop tarts down, I felt ready to get out there and get going. The quicker the race started, the quicker I finished, which meant the faster I’d be eating a hopefully celebratory brunch….;) 

After chatting with some friends who were waiting at the start to begin their relay legs, snapping a quick photo with Jim, and using the port-o-potty at least three times, it was finally time to line up! As soon as I saw people were seriously corralled (One City is a smaller race so it’s a less crazy formal staging area at the start) I internally freaked out because I didn’t kiss Jim and say good luck/good bye. I really wanted to do that before we started and I was kicking myself for not doing it when we took our photo. I couldn’t see him in the crowd so I sent a text for him to see when he got his phone after the race ended (he doesn’t run with his phone) and started my playlist. 


For the first couple miles I stuck pretty close to the 4:00 pace group. They seemed to be going a little faster than I wanted to start (my first mile was an 8:50 split, way too fast) so I fell back a bit before losing them completely around mile 4 or so. Mile 5 was when I started to see people I knew along the course…I began to get excited when I passed the first relay stop and I saw some gym friends who were waiting to start or had just finished because I realized that I’d probably see someone I knew at least at every relay exchange since so many people from our gym were relay runners. 

Miles 5-9 were alright. I was probably going a little faster than I should have and feeling almost TOO good. I normally struggle a little bit at the beginning of a longer race before settling in and hitting my stride, so it worried me a little bit that I already felt really good. You can’t feel good for the entirety of a marathon and I was afraid I was in the good part of it all way too early. 

This portion of the race was cool though, because I got to run past the neighborhood I lived in when I first moved out on my own when I was 20, where I also found Lucy. That was really neat! Once I got to mile 9 or so, I was starting to feel kind of funky and it got worse when I ate my energy gel. I’ve trained with these gels so I don’t know what the issue was. I felt like the gel and any water I drank just sat on the top layer of my stomach. 

Miles 10-12 were hard but wonderful. I lived in that neighborhood from age 11-20 and that home is where I lived the longest when I was growing up. I felt so many memories surfacing as I ran through this section of town, but also felt incredibly proud and grateful to get to run a race there. I would have neverthought back when I lived at home that one day I’d be running a marathon at all, much less my THIRD. I saw my mom within this stretch and she gave me a hug and told me I was doing great. I cried (of course) and kept it moving through some rolling hills towards the halfway point.

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At the half, I saw a bunch of friends, again at one of the relay stops. This was a pretty bright spot for me, but it was probably the point where things really started going downhill. I’d looked forward to running this stretch of the race because this was the part that I ran pretty frequently throughout training. During a lot of my super long runs I’d run past the Mile 14 sign and either pretend it was the mile 24 and I was close to the finish line, OR I’d imagine what it might feel like to be cruising past the sign on race day loving life like I was around that mile marker at the Shamrock.

Unfortunately, this time I was NOT loving life. My stomach felt really full and I tried to drink water or gatorade and eat gels but it just made me feel like a tubby sloth. I kept trucking along hoping that somehow I’d get a second wind closer to the end of the race (mile 19 was one of my fastest at the Shamrock) and looked forward to seeing more friends along the course.

And see more friends, I did! This was amazing and what truly made the day something special and worth remembering. One of my best friends (and neighbors) waited outside our place to wave at me. I remember thinking “how unique is it that I could literally stop and use my own bathroom at this race?? That never happens”. I also ran into a few other people, including my friends Amy and Jason and their daughter, who had some clif bloks ready for me since I mis-calculated or mis-read where the gu was on the official course. 

My condition started to really deteriorate after that. I was physically hurting pretty badly and I was also basically barfing/spitting up amber colored liquid that tasted of stomach acid. I was almost to Mile 20 where my friend Kelsey was waiting with my canned bio freeze when Cortney (who is a dear sweet angel and life saver) caught up to me. I knew I was running pretty slow and I figured at some point she’d catch me and it was almost a relief when she finally did. Her team was running a bit behind me (I beat them to both prior relay exchanges) but Cortney is pretty fast so I knew she would probably catch me since I had slowed considerably since I’d seen her waiting to start back at the halfway point.

At this point, I was seriously contemplating quitting and seeking medical attention. I’d toughed it out for over 20 miles and my stomach situation was pretty terrible and my legs were hurting pretty badly. I was feeling super light headed and weird too. Everything seemed way too bright and I was feeling faint. I really felt no shame in giving up since I had fought so hard already but Cortney took over and ran with me, even continuing on after her leg finished and she had handed the tracking device over to her husband who was the last runner of their relay. Her determination filled in for mine, which had completely evaporated somewhere along the way. She took the option of quitting off the table.

Cort and I ran together a lot throughout training and many of those miles were filled with tons of chatting and conversations about all kinds of things, but as we trucked along slowly from miles 22-26, we stayed pretty quiet, both of us in a lot of pain.

I was a mess. Whimpering, sniffling, complaining. “I don’t think I’m gonna make it,” I moaned. “You will,” Cort said “I’m not going to let you quit because you would hate yourself if you did”. She’d planned to run with me for a while to keep me going, but at a certain point we both realized she had to finish with me because she was already too far away from her car and the only thing left to do was make it to the end. 

We continued to run in silence. It took a lot of effort to just keep moving so making conversation was pretty tough. Running through downtown Newport News would ordinarily be pretty freaking bleak, but this day it was downright miserable with the wind picking up and our bodies screaming for rest. 

Eventually we turned a corner and there was the home stretch. Quite a distance away (but still within my very poor eyesight) I could see the end of the road where we’d finally turn right to make our last sprint to the finish. Knowing the end of all this pain was near gave me that bit of extra energy I needed to push myself a little harder toward the end. Cortney and I separated somewhere around here so when I finally made that last right turn and began to approach the finish line, I was alone again. 

It was such a surreal moment to finally be finishing. I was WAY behind my target time (like 34 min behind my big goal and 18 min behind last year’s PR) but I wasn’t even mad. I was raging at the end of Richmond, completely furious with myself and my body. But here at the finish line of the One City (finishing so slowly my boyfriend and friends were concerned I might have been in the back of an ambulance somewhere) rather than being mad, I was strangely calm and just relieved to be done. And also slightly frustrated because a relay runner who was just kind of casually jogging along ran right between me and all of the friends who were waiting on the right side of the finish line barrier so I literally never got to see any of them. It was not the finish I’d imagined for myself at all. 

But I made it. And in true Katie style, I put the last of my energy into a sprint across the finish line. 

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When I finished, I took my medal and looked around for Cortney because I knew she was still back there. I knew she was still coming. It was important to me to see her cross the finish line because I knew I probably owed my crossing of the finish line to her determination to not let me quit. 

“Where’s Cortney? Cortney’s still coming. She’s back there somewhere” I said hurriedly to the friends who’d come over to congratulate me on finishing. 

They all thought I was asking for Jim, who was right behind them, but I knew he was there. I didn’t know where my friend was, and I needed to see her so I could thank her and hug her.

When she crossed the finish line I burst into tears and gave her a long hug. I once had thought that this race was going to be a story of redemption of sorts. I thought I was going to fly across the finish line in record time and prove that I’m a total bad ass, a “real” runner, or something else like that. But it turned out that the real story of this race wasn’t about redemption at all. It was one of friendship. And of love.

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Real love happens in all kinds of relationships. Between family, in romantic relationships, and in friendships. For my friend to put her own pain from running a hard run race to the side to keep me from quitting was a true representation of selfless love. 

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After most of my races I really like to take some time to reflect on what I learned. Usually that’s something I discovered about myself throughout the training process and the climax of race day, but this time what I learned isn’t about me at all. It’s not about my shitty performance, my terrible time, or even about how heartbreaking it is to feel like I wasted so many hours of training only to fall short of my goal. It’s about that kind of selfless love that my friend gave to me in those last four miles. I will cherish that forever and also do my best to honor it by trying to be the kind of person who shows up and shares their strength when someone else really needs it. 

I’m proud to say I’m a three time marathoner. And I’m proud that I went for my big, audacious, scary goal even though it wasn’t as attainable as I’d thought. But most of all, I’m just really grateful to have a lot of amazing people in my life. That’s the true indication of a life well lived…not PRs, fast race times, or any of that other stuff. It’s people. And it’s love.

2018 Richmond Half Marathon Recap

It’s hard to believe I’m writing a recap of my FOURTH half marathon! It seems like just yesterday I was lacing up my first pair of real running shoes and preparing for my first half marathon…but it turns out that it’s actually been five years already!

I was really excited to run the Richmond Half again. I love Richmond and I’ve run this course two other times. The fact that race day fell on the 5 year anniversary of my very first half marathon was just icing on the cake.

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Training was really hard. When Jim created the training plans for us I knew it was going to be challenging with the addition of speed workouts. I kept saying it was one of the toughest training cycles I’ve ever done…even more so than this year’s marathon training, which seems crazy to think about. I’ve never trained for a specific pace before and it was much more difficult than solely training for distance. Especially during busy wedding season! I had a lot of doubts leading up to race day but they were mostly about whether or not I’d be able to hit goal pace for 13 miles. Little did I know I should have been more worried about cramping.

Race day arrived and I was excited to find that it wasn’t quite as cold as it had been in 2017. Last year it was 26 degrees, which as you can imagine, was pretty terrible. This year’s weather was perfect for running. I was excited that I’d moved up a couple of corrals to C! Only two from the front! My corral was jam packed and kind of unpleasant because it was hard to get around so many people.

Once I actually started running I felt really good for the most part. I was cruising along and enjoying the weather and the funny signs and the race atmosphere. Race days are so much fun and it’s always exciting to be finally getting to run the race that I’ve been working so hard towards! I felt good at the 10k mark and was looking forward to start to push myself a little harder going into miles 8-10. Everything was going according to plan until all of a sudden my right leg started cramping just as I passed the 8 mile marker.

I know I probably should have stopped at that point and stretched, but I’d already stopped to use a port o potty and to tie my shoe. I was also really worried that if I stopped I wouldn’t be able to start up again. So I kept going and hoped that I could outrun the cramping.

Instead of out-running the pain, it got worse. And worse. Eventually both legs were cramping pretty badly and it was all I could do to push myself to keep running. I changed my playlist and turned up the volume on my headphones and focused on moving forward. After a while, the 2:00 pace group caught up with me and I cursed under my breath because at that point, I knew 1:55 was out the window. It took a lot out of me to try to keep up with them, hoping to salvage my race and still finish with a good time. At some point, the group passed me, which made me want to dissolve into a puddle of tears. It was all I could do to just get it together and just focus on finishing.

I thought about quitting. I thought about hobbling over to find a police officer or race official and telling them I felt like I needed medical attention. But then I thought about how hard I had worked in training and how terrible it would feel to see DNF next to my name. I knew that would be even worse than seeing a “bad time”. I thought about all of the people who supported me and believed in me and how awful it would feel to have to tell them that I quit. I saw a sign on the side of the road that said “Do not let yourself be made to feel small” and thought to myself “I WILL NOT LET THIS STOP ME”.

I kept going that last 5 miles with the cramps coming off and on. Pain radiated throughout my lower body and continued to worsen as the race course started sloping more downhill. Eventually I made it to the final mile and began pushing myself even harder, desperately working to open up my stride to try and make up some time (but mostly just so I could finally stop and sit down).

I made it right to the very end of the race…literally yards before the big 13/26 mile mark where they photograph you before you cross the finish line when my entire left leg locked up. It was so painful and so sudden I burst into tears from the shock. I couldn’t put my foot down on the ground or move the leg at all and I didn’t know how I was going to be able to make it the rest of the way down the hill with only one functional leg.

At the same time that I’d stopped, an ambulance started making its way down the hill to attend to someone at the finish line…I saw it and tried to hop out of the way on one leg barely making it out of the way before a man basically pushed me to safety on the sideline. A lady who was spectating saw what had happened and rushed over with a little packet of Bio Freeze which she immediately started rubbing all over my leg. At this point, I was sobbing pretty hysterically. Like a full blown ugly cry…Kim K style. I had said throughout training for my first half marathon that I would literally crawl across the finish line if it came down to it and I thought that might actually become a reality for me. I already knew that I had really blown it when it came to time and now I maybe wasn’t even going to get to finish. It felt like I’d thrown away all of my hard work and that I’d let everyone who supported me down.

Whatever it is in bio freeze that works on cramps started working on my leg and although it still hurt pretty badly, it got to a point where I could move it again. Instead of pushing myself to sprint across the finish line like I love to do at the end of a race (or even at the end of a training run…) it was all I could do to jog/hobble across the finish line.

I was finally done.

2:05:08.

Technically this is still a PR (at least on paper) by 1:48. It doesn’t feel like it though. I know that I probably could have pushed a little harder last year…so even though it’s a small improvement from last year, it really isn’t my real “best”. I feel as though I’ve put in a solid year of hard work with my running and I wanted my time to really reflect that. That’s probably one of the frustrating things about the whole situation. I have no idea what my true best is or what I really have the potential to do. And it’ll be a long time before I can go out and do it all over!

As disappointed as I am by how things played out yesterday, I know that I really did the best that I could for what the situation was. I’ll take the lessons I’ve learned from running this race and hopefully come back with a 1:55 (or even better!) at the next half that I run.

I also learned that although I struggled with goal race pace during training, it was actually do-able on a race day (at least, a cramp free race day…). There’s no reason that I shouldn’t be able to achieve my goal time and just because I couldn’t do it yesterday doesn’t mean that I’m not capable of it.

My favorite thing about this race was getting to experience this with my squad. In the past year we’ve all gotten to be close through training for the Shamrock Marathon and now this Half. Running is usually a very solitary sport, but being able to do it with a group of such good people is such a gift! Training for these races brought me closer to Jim, who has become one of the best surprises of my 2018, and to Leah who is one of my favorite girlfriends, and to Lee and CJ, who are like the annoying, but lovable brothers I never had. Literal #squadgoals, y’all.

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Before I close out this recap I have to give props to one of my pals…this was my friend Cortney’s very first half marathon…she travels for half the month and has been battling super painful sciatica in one of her legs but remained incredibly dedicated to her training. I am so impressed by her and so proud to have been able to help her prepare for her first half!! It made me so happy to hear her say that she feels she really does love running now! It’s such a gift to be able to share something that’s changed my life and watch it bring one of my friends joy.

I am also super proud of Leah who ran an amazing race and PR’d by ten minutes!! I am so inspired by how she is able to balance her career, her family, and training for these races. She's allllll of the #momgoals.

As bummed as I was yesterday, I wouldn’t change a thing. Some of the most challenging things I’ve been through in life are the ones that have taught me the most and have changed my life for the better. This race was indicative of the type of year I’ve had since the last RVA Half…both in life and out on the race course I am tenacious and I am stubborn and I am bound and determined to be the best version of myself that I can. Today I’m sore and a little sad, but tomorrow I’ll be better for having limped across that finish line. Here’s to the next round of training…on to the next one!








Peanut Butter Pie Recipe

Much like the last dessert recipe I posted (my peanut butter and jelly pop tarts), my peanut butter pie also has a teeny tiny bit of a sentimental backstory. If you know me well, you know that feels are kind of my thing, so of course, I decided to pair this recipe with a little bit of reminiscing;) 

If you’re just here for the recipe, that’s totally cool…feel free to scroll past all my mushy-ness to get to the good stuff! You'll love this pie even if you don't love my long, nostalgic stories. It's just the right blend of creamy and decadent without being overly sweet or too peanut buttery. I make it for lots of parties and cookouts and there are rarely any leftovers. 

Anyway, if you're here for the story too, let's get down to it. We'll start with the fact that this recipe really isn’t even my recipe...it's surprisingly a family recipe.

If it seems weird to you that I describe the fact that this recipe is a family recipe as "surprising", it's because I don't come from a family that has a ton of recipes...or even one that uses them often. Despite the fact that I am a total foodie and I love to cook and am always experimenting with different recipes, that's not really how my family was/is. My family definitely wasn’t one of the kinds that has a bunch of recipes they've passed down throughout the years…in fact, we’re actually a family that literally ate chicken nuggets and ramen noodles together on Easter Sunday this year. (Not even close to joking)

While we didn’t eat as healthy as we could have, we also never really ate a ton of desserts. Maybe a snack cake or something as an afternoon snack, but not a ton of cake, cookies, or pies. We’d potentially bake Santa cookies on Christmas eve…but we also weirdly once left him sliced cheese that I ate when I thought no one was looking.

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Hopefully, these anecdotes help illustrate not just how funny and quirky my family is, but also help show how special it really is that we actually had a recipe for one special dessert!! We really weren’t foodie people…I’ve just managed to turn bougie/foodie as an adult. 

I’m still not really a huge dessert person (the pop tarts and donuts and things are kind of misleading, I know…those are really breakfast snacks though, not desserts) but this peanut butter pie will always have a place in my heart because it’s one of the things that my mom, sister, and I would spend time together making. We always made this pie together as a treat for my dad for his birthday because it was his favorite…and he was never really a birthday cake kind of guy anyway. His mom, my grandma, was the one who started the tradition years and years ago during a beach week. My mom took over and kept it going in subsequent summers when we weren’t at the beach. 

Every time I taste this pie I remember hot summer afternoons spent making it for dad with my mom and my sister. I remember helping my mom shop for the simple ingredients (always reminding her of the exact measurements without having to look at the written recipe) and carefully measuring out the peanut butter and powdered sugar. I remember feeling the cool air of the AC kicking on and the taste of the creamy pie mixture when my sister and I each took one of the beaters to lick after the pie was mixed. Just a bite of this pie takes me back to those simpler days. 

Yes, this pie is freaking delicious and yes, it is super freaking easy to make. But more than anything else this pie is special to me because it was a way that we showed our love for someone who meant a lot to us. I like to think that I’m continuing a special family tradition and sharing a little bit of my heart and my childhood every time I make it and share it with my friends. I can’t wait to one day make this with my own little ones and make the kind of memories that will make bring them back to childhood with just even one little bite of a special, five-ingredient pie. 

Recipe:

  • 1 Graham cracker or Oreo pie crust 
  • 1 cup crunchy peanut butter (the original version had creamy, but I think crunchy or extra crunchy adds a good texture!)
  • 8 oz cream cheese, softened
  • 1/4 cup powdered sugar
  • 1 8oz package of Cool Whip, thawed

Mix peanut butter, cream cheese, and powdered sugar in a large bowl with a hand mixer on high until well combined. Fold in thawed Cool Whip and evenly spread in pie crust. Refrigerate for 3-4 hours (the longer, the better!!) 

 

 

36ish Hours in Miami

A few weeks back my friend Caroline and I randomly decided to fly to Miami together for a quick girls trip. We booked our plane tickets and our Airbnb but didn't do a ton of research on where we wanted to go or what we wanted to do. This is totally not a typical Katie way to travel (I'm a person who plans out the trip itinerary to maximize the experience AND makes a spreadsheet of who I want to buy souvenirs for...), but it was really fun! 

We stayed in the Wynwood area of Miami, which has a total hipster vibe that I was really into...lots of cool murals and graffiti to look at everywhere. It's always fun to visit cities where there are lots of creative people living...I never feel like I get enough of that at home!

We had decided to walk to dinner when we came across this super cute food truck court...with a mac and cheese truck!! We split a truffle mac and cheese and had a couple $5 rum punches. So good!! 

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Part of my 30 Before 30 bucket list was visiting 30 donut shops...I've gotten to 18 now with the addition of the Salty Donut! I had a HUGE banana hazelnut donut. I've been trying to visit shops whenever I go somewhere new...this one was super cute!

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I don't think a trip to Miami would be complete without visiting South Beach. We bar hopped and day drank some, but my favorite drink was probably the cortadito (Cuban coffee) I had at Bacon Bitch. So creamy and delicious, although it didn't really give me the jolt of energy I needed at the time...

This place was adorable...I loved that Bacon Bitch had a bunch of breakfast sandwiches...totally caught my attention!

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I think my favorite thing about Miami was how easy it is to get AMAZING ceviche. I love ceviche, but don't eat it much here. I had it twice in one day in Miami and it was so fresh and flavorful! I could eat a lot more protein a lot more easily if great ceviche was easier to find in Virginia.

We closed out our weekday girls "weekend" with some cocktails and a crazy evening that will forever remain in our memories...but not on the internet ;) I loved this trip and was glad to be able to enjoy a pre-wedding season change of scenery (and some much needed sunshine!) with my friend. 

Til next time, Miami!

Homemade Peanut Butter and Jelly Pop Tarts

Before I go any further with this post, I've got to admit that I'm really not much of a baker. Baking tends to be a little bit too precise for me...however, the more I delve into testing out some baking projects, the more I enjoy the experimentation! I'd made these pop tarts several times at my old place only to bake them to share with my friends pre-marathon and somehow ruin an entire batch...I had to go through a bit of trial and error to figure out where I'd gone wrong, but I finally figured it out...which is why I've decided to blog it here. This way I'll always be able to revert back to this recipe and no more fails will happen!! 

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Like many of the things I do, my pop tart making has a little bit of a backstory:

I was a pretty big pop tart eater back in my elementary school days. My mom would pack them in my school lunches nearly every single day in lieu of a sandwich because I wouldn’t eat the bread…instead I’d eat the deli meat and leave the bread somewhere to get moldy and gross. Anyone who knows me now probably can’t even imagine a version of Katie who wouldn’t eat bread, but that was the situation back then. In order to be sure that I ate more than just a couple of slices of ham, my mom sent me to school with a pop tart zipped up into a plastic sandwich baggie as though it were the most normal thing in the world.

This was the 90s though...I think lots of questionable food choices were made by parents of elementary school-aged kids back then. Kids today eat so much more healthy...I don't remember any kids ever bringing vegetables to school back then! Kids today eat so healthy that I think a parent sending a kid to school with a pop tart for lunch might possibly raise some kind of red flags...I can't say for sure though since I don't have kids to feed pop tarts to. Just a cat, and cats do NOT enjoy pop tarts.

I still have no idea how I became a full grown adult with the types of things I ate back then…a pop tart as my main lunch entree, a bag of lays and a little Debbie cake as dessert…totally nutritious, right? This probably helps explain some of my eating habits today though. At least, I'd like to think it's not ALL my fault I still eat like a little kid about 60 percent of the time...

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Although I don’t eat pop tarts every day as an adult, I do have a soft spot for them and I try to incorporate them into my pre-workout snack routine when appropriate and necessary…which is usually before a long run or a PR attempt! I ate two pop tarts before beginning my most recent marathon and I feel like they helped fuel me to PR by 44 minutes! 

I started making my homemade pop tarts a couple years ago when I hosted a calligraphy class and brunch for a group of my clients but brought them back this year to share with gym friends who were working towards PRs. I used to make a strawberry flavor and a nutella flavor, but I think these peanut butter and jelly flavored are the best iteration so far! My mom’s favorite sandwich is peanut butter and jelly and since she’s the reason I’m such a pop tart loving freak, it’s kind of perfect that these are slowly becoming the signature flavor of Katie Nesbitt’s Pop Tarts 😉

Peanut butter and jelly pop tarts

INGREDIENTS

Pop tarts

  • 1 package refrigerated pie crusts (I prefer to use Pillsbury brand!)
  • 1/3 cup creamy peanut butter
  • 1/3 cup fruit jam or preserves (be sure to use a thick one with chunks of fruit for best results!)
  • 1 egg, beaten

Bring your pie crust dough to room temperature and lay one sheet on top of the other. Using a pizza cutter, cut a large square out of the dough layers. Cut individual pop tarts out of the large square.

Add peanut butter and jam fillings to the center of one piece of the pop tart’s dough. Use a silicone brush to brush the beaten egg along the edges of the other side of the pop tart to help the pieces stick together. Seal the edges together and then use a fork to crimp the edges. With the tines of your fork, prick a few holes in the top of the pop tart to vent. Bake on a parchment paper lined baking sheet for 8-10 minutes or until slightly golden brown. Transfer to a cooling rack once finished.

For icing:

  • 1 cup powdered sugar
  • 1 tsp milk of your choice
  • 1/8 tsp vanilla 
  • 1-2 drops of food coloring 

Mix the tiniest amount of milk possible into your powdered sugar to create a thick glaze. I’ve actually used a teeny bit of french vanilla coconut milk creamer when I was out of milk and it turned out really well! Feel free to use whatever type of milk you like. Add a drop or two of your favorite food coloring and whisk til the glaze is thick and smooth. Use a spatula to add to the tops of your pop tarts once they’ve cooled. 

Shamrock Marathon Recap

Although I’ve been slacking on the blog front, I’d really like to start writing more again…and recapping my second (holy crap, have I really done two??) marathon kind of seems like a really good place to start, doesn't it?

If I were to go back to the very beginning of the story of my second marathon, it would probably start with my infamous back injury (my first “sports” injury) that happened at the end of last summer. I'd never experienced anything like that before and was really struggling with feeling betrayed by my body. At that time, my friend Leah was dealing with a big injury too and we were both feeling kind of hopeless and stressed out about it in the way that only super type A fitness freaks would be.

One day she turned to me and said "I'm going to start training for the Shamrock marathon...you should do it too!". Maybe she said it because she knew I liked running, or because I'd already done a marathon and might be pretty likely to be persuaded to do another, but once she asked, she basically set this entire thing into motion for me. 

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At first, I was pretty hesitant about signing up and starting to train for a marathon because I was still hoping to heal enough quickly enough to still powerlift in the spring. I planned to train for the half marathon I'd committed to with my friend Leslie, then do my Spartan Beast, then convert to hardcore weight training. I obviously couldn’t train for both a full marathon and a powerlifting meet and I really liked the idea of powerlifting because...well, I’d never done it before (and I also kind of just really like to be known as super strong for my size…haha). I went back and forth a lot in mind over what the right choice was and even debated on whether or not deciding to run the marathon was the "easy way out" because it was a safer, less risky choice with my back being so sketchy.

Hindsight is always 20/20 and for sure I can tell you that looking back at that time period of my life, deciding to run this marathon was 100 percent the right choice for me. It was kind of amazing to get a chance to repeat this thing I’d done four years ago! I thought that training the first time was a life-changing experience, but I'd be lying if I told you I didn't learn a ton of things about myself the second time too. 

I officially started my training towards the beginning of December.  I remember very clearly opening the first marathon training email Jim sent out and seeing the estimated time he based my plan on was 4:15. I thought “Well, he obviously does not know how slow I am and how slow I finished the last one because there’s no way in hell that’s happening…no freaking way”. I kind of figured I could get maybe 4:30 or even potentially 4:20...if I was really pushing myself. It's funny to remember that because somewhere along the way (probably around the time I realized the pace group choices were either 4:30 or 4:15) I got my mind set on 4:15. 

I will admit that I partly wanted this number to make my PR even bigger than it would have been if I’d finished at 4:20 or 4:30. And that’s not to say that a 25-35 minute PR is anything to laugh at…but I wanted my time difference to be huge. I felt in my heart that this number should represent not only all of my hard work throughout this season of training or all of the sweat and tears logged through weight training in the gym the past 2-3 years, but also some of the personal transformations I've undergone since I ran my first marathon at 26 years old. I tend to be the kind of person who always feels like I have something that I need to prove to myself…whether that’s within my business, related to fitness, or whatever and  4:15 felt like it would be proving something pretty darn big. I genuinely did not believe that a small PR would be enough to make me happy with myself. 

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I started my morning on race day sleep deprived, delirious, and ever so slightly too caffeinated. After hastily eating my pop tarts and chugging my Monster, I had a final last minute freak out about whether or not I could (or should) try to run with the pace group for my secret PR. And then...I was out there doing it! Finally! It was chilly the first couple of miles, but before I knew it I was peeling off my $5 sweatshirt and ditching my hand warmers. I stuck with the 4:15 group for 2-3 miles before my left foot started randomly falling asleep. I slowed down a little bit and tried not to stress out about it…my foot didn’t actually hurt (even though it felt super weird) and my running app still said I was actually ahead of the pace I knew I would need to maintain to finish in 4:15. 

I felt my best from miles 12-15. This was when I felt comfortable speeding up a little bit and my foot numbness started to subside. Right when I was passing the halfway point I went to take a photo of the 13-mile marker flag and almost ran right by my friends without noticing them! Seeing my people there gave me a boost of energy, which would come in handy a little bit down the road (pun intended). 

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My fastest mile was mile 19! I had a 7:56 split that mile, which is entirely TOO fast, (especially when you consider my fastest all out 1 mile max is 7:05…ha) but I had seen the 4:00 pace group on the other side of the course heading in the opposite direction so I knew that 4:15 wasn’t too terribly far ahead. I just knew if I could catch them I could probably slow down a little bit and then be good to go. I didn’t actually find them though until right around mile 21, which was my second fastest mile at 8:44. I asked a random man if he’d seen them pass and he told me “Yeah, there’s a big group of them up ahead not too far”. I could see the orange shirts the pace group leaders were wearing in the distance and I knew that I could catch them. 

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After popping a fresh piece of gum and changing my playlist over to “Last few miles” list, I managed to catch them! Finally seeing that 4:15 sign was so freaking gratifying. I thought "FUCK YEAH" and got so happy because at that point, I knew unless I completely stopped running, I would get that PR no matter what. All I'd have to do is keep pace with them for the next several miles and I'd be good to go. I ended up sticking with the pack for a half mile or so before realizing I still felt pretty decent and trekking forward on my own. In my mind, I felt like this was a smart choice since even if I had to slow down a little it would be no big deal because I’d still be a little ahead of them. Unfortunately for me, the hardest part of the race had yet to even happen yet!! 

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Heading out on the long stretch of boardwalk on the way OUT wasn’t terrible at all because the wind was blowing the opposite way. Yeah, it was kind of boring, but it was totally do-able and my legs didn’t feel like giant logs yet. The way BACK was a completely different story…fighting the wind after stressing my legs out by running those two too fast splits was one of the most challenging things I’ve ever done physically and it took a ton of mental toughness to keep from stopping to walk (or just dipping out into a beachside bar or something).

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Running towards the finish line was so surreal. It was the same stretch of boardwalk I’d run down four years ago to finish my first marathon, but it couldn’t have felt more different. I felt my emotions start to bubble up as I got closer and closer and right as I started to sprint (or, the closest thing to a sprint I could manage at the time) I just completely lost my shit.

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I cried for every bit of the hard work I’d put in, for every minute of my training. I cried because I knew that I’d at the very least beat 4:15, my top secret, fingers crossed, can’t even say it out loud because I don’t really know if I can do it goal.  I cried because it meant so much to me that so many of the people that I love were there screaming and crying too. I cried because I had put so much of my heart into every step I'd run since the start of training.

I cried because I freaking did it. And I totally proved to myself that (in this and also many other ways) 30-year-old Katie is better and stronger than 26-year-old Katie. 

This marathon was an unforgettable experience for me...From Jim's training plan that totally changed the game for me and has improved my fitness on so many levels...

To spending a ton of time running weekly with my friend Leslie who would join me for the last hour of my long runs, to my people cheering me on and bringing champagne to the finish line...

To getting to know myself a little better through all the time spent running slowly...

And especially to the feeling I got from completely destroying my secret goal, I am so freaking glad I did this. <3

Thank you to Leah for convincing me to sign up to do this, to my friends for listening to me talk about my training for weeks on end, to Crystal for being my wife/caddy/go to person for race weekend, to Leslie for keeping me company (and keeping me sane) on so many of the long runs, to Cortney and Liz for being there to be my cheerleaders on race day, to Lee and CJ for making me laugh...but the biggest thanks goes to Jim, whose training is what ultimately got me that huge PR! I've been running off and on for the past four years since my first marathon and since I started his carefully crafted plan, I've definitely seen more improvements in my fitness and speed than I ever did before! I'm so grateful to him for being patient and also never making (too much) fun of me for the little kid things I eat before I run. My favorite thing about him is that he's the kind of person who is genuinely passionate about the things that he does, including training, because that's the kind of person I always work to be myself. 

Also, thank you to anyone who took the time to read this...phew. It was almost a marathon in itself getting to the end of this post, right??

Kidding...kind of ;)

 

Everything I Ate in Hawaii

Oh, how I love Hawaii! Out of all of the places I've ever been, it's been the one place that's captured my heart in a way that nowhere else has been able to. I've been three times now and it just doesn't get old! While I love the natural beauty of the islands, all of the fun, active things to do outdoors, and of course the beaches, near the top of the list of the things I love about Hawaii is the food! 

Surprised? Not so much? Obviously, if you are here on this blog, you can tell I really love food. But the thing I like about Hawaii's food is that it's fun and kind of eclectic. I mean, where else can you find so many dishes that include SPAM, of all things? Another thing that I have always enjoyed about Hawaii's food scene is how readily available all kinds of different Asian cuisines are, especially on Oahu. It's hard to find good Japanese curry and/or ramen here in Virginia (at least, where I live), so I love getting my fill of these foods when I'm in Hawaii (or California).

Here's a little recap of what I ate on this last trip. If you're interested in some pretty landscape photos, be sure to check out my photography blog, here!

1. Curry chicken plate lunch at Fatboy's with mac salad. Totally a fatty thing to do to eat macaroni salad and rice, but it's also a total Hawaiian thing to do. And it's surprisingly good. Or maybe that's just me, because I love mayonnaise??
2. Turkey sub from Timmy T's Gourmet Grinders in Kailua. Basically just like Jimmy John's, but they use Boar's Head meats and a bread that tastes more like a Hawaiian roll and less like the french bread JJ's uses. LOVE these sandwiches.
3. Some kind of really sweet drink from a rooftop Mexican place called Buho Cantina. 
4. Chip and dip trio from my favorite...the Mai Tai bar at the Royal Hawaiian. The best place to see that quintessential Hawaiian sunset and have a couple strong ass cocktails that cost $15 each...ha.

1. There gets to be a point when I'm traveling and feeling the effects of eating to excess and decide I probably could use a few grams of protein in order to not turn into a sack of potatoes...this, or Premiere Protein from Costco are my go-tos.
2. Whole Foods hot bar breakfast!! If you're traveling to Hawaii from the East Coast, you eat a lot more breakfast because you wake up every morning between 4-5AM since the time is 5-6 hours behind what you're used to. Whole Foods never lets me down. Interestingly enough, I feel like the Kailua WF has a specific smell that always reminds me of that exact location. (Okay, maybe that wasn't interesting at all...ha. MOVING ON...)
3.  Hapuia (coconut) custard filled malasada from Leonard's Malasada Mobile!!! Malasadas are Portuguese donuts that don't have holes. You can get them filled or not, but I prefer filling, either hapuia or chocolate. They're made to order, so they are hot, fluffy, and delicious.
4. Mussel pokè. Poke is basically raw fish. I'd never had mussel pokè before, but after trying a sample at Foodland (yes, grocery stores have great pokè...) I was sold. I love mussels. I love pokè. Mussel poke = match made in heaven. Perfect beach day food. And healthy. 

1. & 2. Truffle oil and egg pizza and a fancy titos and soda from Prima in Kailua. Truffle oil on pizza is so heavenly.
3. & 4. My Thanksgiving meal on the beach, courtesy of Whole Foods (the meal) and 7/11 (the wine). I was surprised to find that although I really enjoyed eating my stuffing and potatoes on the beach, I actually really missed spending the day with family! I'm all about a beach day, but it felt really weird being so far removed from everyone.

1. Happy hour at Laylow Waikiki.
2. Pork belly ramen from a stand inside the ala moana mall. They've got a legit Asian food court with a ton of stands and $1 beers. Manichi Ramen is probably the best I've ever had...the broth was so smooth and silky and the noodles were perfectly chewy with the right amount of flavor! 
3. Beef curry bowl at a stand at The Street. The Street is a cool little food court type place with several fun little eateries. I always feel like I can't get good Japanese curry at home, so I was thrilled to enjoy some in Waikiki. 
4. Whole Foods again for the win...can't not have pecan pie at some point Thanksgiving weekend, right? This pie was so amazing...perfect amount of sweetness without being too much. 

1&2. More ramen! Lucky Belly is a really fun Ramen place in Chinatown. It's really more of an Asian fusion place than a straight up authentic spot, but it's still really REALLY good. Lucky Belly is the place where I got one of my best friends hooked on ramen in 2016 if that tells you how good it is. They've also got a lot of amazing cocktails.
3. This is one of those things I feel like people would judge me for loving, but I am obsessed with chips and dip. I really wanted french onion, but couldn't find it, so I settled for ranch.
4. This cute little cafe near my friend's house called ChadLou's has made to order ice cream sandwiches!! You choose your cookies and ice cream and they put it together. I had macadamia nut ice cream between my cookies. Such a wonderful treat while I answered emails and caught up on some work. 

1. The appetizer from Lucky Belly was this amazing (albeit, $16) gyoza!! Perfection and actually better than some gyoza I had eaten at a stand in the Ala Moana Center.
2. Banana, walnut, Nutella waffle from ChadLou's. I mean, NUTELLA WAFFLE.
3. Bacon, egg, avocado, cheese, ham sandwich from Ono's in Kailua. Get it?? B.E.A.C.H?? I am very passionate about breakfast sandwiches. This one was decent, but I can't say I'm up at night dreaming about it or anything...
4. Ice cream from Cream N' Roll. This was a really neat concept...they rolled out your choice of ice cream and any add ins and shaped them into, well, rolls. In general though, it just tasted like ice cream to me...which I can take or leave right now. I'm more of a savory winter eater. 

1. "Fish and Chips" with cod and sweet potato fries. Sadly, I was disappointed by this. In theory it sounded amazing...but it really didn't turn out to be that great.
2. Shrimp and pineapple stir fry...in a pineapple! I'm still wanting to make my own Hawaiian themed stir fry. Mine would have bits of spam and pineapple and peas and green onions...maybe shrimp too!
3 & 4 Brunch at Koko Head Cafe! This is one of my must-visit places on Oahu! A Top Chef finalist is the chef/owner here and everything I've tried on the menu is amazing! All of the brunch items (which they serve all the time) are Asian fusion inspired, like the chicken and egg skillet I had. I love the rice on the bottom of the skillet because it gets crispy!! Also, gotta have a rum punch in Hawaii, ;)

1. Shrimp quesadilla with that famous North Shore shrimp! 
2. Spam and egg musubi. Spam musubis are one of my favorite things about Hawaii...I LOVE Spam despite the fact that it's in all actuality pretty gross. If you've never had a musubi and you like Spam, be prepared to have a life changing experience when you finally get to enjoy one. 
3. Rum cocktail with locally made rum in an animal mug. When I ordered my first drink, I asked specifically for this white porcelain cat mug, which I immediately fell in love with. I loved it so much I asked if I could pay for it and take it with me. Bad news? Bartender said no. Good news? Found one online for $12. My second drink was made for me in this fun toucan tumbler! 
4. Last day wings at this little sports bar next to the grocery store in Kailua. If you're a football fan in Hawaii, weekday games are always on in the afternoon! Which is great for Happy Hour specials, but not so great for people who work traditional hours...

This trip happened at kind of a weird time for me, but I still managed to enjoy myself throughout all of the eating and cocktails and sightseeing. I'm planning a post with suggestions for anyone headed to Oahu, so stay tuned for that!!! 

Richmond Half Marathon Recap

It's taken me a really really long time to write about this, but even though it's super belated, I couldn't let such an amazing experience go undocumented. A couple months ago, after what started out as a casual conversation in the gym one day after class, my friend Leslie and I set out to start training for the Richmond Half Marathon. Though I initally signed up for the race looking for to improve upon my last time running Richmond, I ended up getting not just that PR I was hoping for, but also the beginning of one of the best friendships I've ever had, as well as learning a lot of life lessons along the way. 

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I started running when I was 25 (and by running, I mean glorified speed walking/jogging). I casually decided to run both a half and full marathon within a few months of lacing up my very first pair of running shoes because, well, I'm just that kind of person. I need/crave having a specific goal to work towards and I also tend to believe that if there's something out there you want to do, you should live by Nike's motto and just do it already. I trained for those races completely alone. I didn't really choose it that way...I just didn't know anyone else who liked to run and lived in close enough proximity to train with me. In fact, at the time, I didn't even like to run. But I didn't know what else to try and do to get "in shape" and running seemed pretty simple...I figured I could handle putting one foot in front of the other. 

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Doing all of that running and all of that solo training changed my life for the better. I always did my best thinking in the solitude of training, with nothing to distract me besides my music. No Snapchat, no Instagram. No TV or chores or emails or whatever else to distract me from my own thoughts. As much I learned from doing it all on my own, after training with my friend, Leslie for 3 months in preparation for our half (her first race EVER), I realized that there's also something to be said for training with a friend too. 

We kind of haphazardly put together a plan for training which culminated in a final ten miler a couple weeks before the race. We ran together for the majority of training. Both of us were sick for probably 70 percent of the duration of the time leading up to the race (I still swear we had whooping cough) and I was healing from a back injury for the most of it. Despite feeling like we were hobbling around much of the time we trained, we still managed to finish the race at 2:05 (a PR for me and a great start for Leslie!) which makes me really proud of us. Especially knowing all that we went through to get to that point!

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I love Richmond because I like that the majority of the training is in much MUCH more mild weather than it is training for Spring races. The irony here is that this race ended up being THE coldest race I've ever run. When we made our way to the starting line it was only TWENTY SIX DEGREES. Both of us were nervous, me especially because I waited til the last minute to eat my giant Rice Krispy treat and then had to shove it down my gullet in two minutes before we took off. I was trying to make sure that we didn't have to stand outside in the cold too long, which ended up backfiring when we ended up rolling up right before our wave started!! 

I had wanted to race with the 2:00 pace group since 2:00 was my ultimate goal...but we quickly lost them after I had to stop to tie my shoe. It wasn't worth it to speed up early on to try to catch them, so we just worked on running our own race after that. 

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By mile ten or so, I could tell Leslie was getting tired. Personally, I was starting to feel a lot of adrenaline, especially since I knew the course and could tell how close we were to the finish. At this point, I became a crazy lady, just yelling things at her to motivate her (and probably pissing off the other people who were running near us) but I knew that we were too close to slow down! 

When we finally rounded the last corner and flew down that hill (that hill is literally the best thing about running Richmond...you get to FLY down the finish line because it's all downhill) I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I never cried after either of my prior two half marathons or even the marathon I ran (though I might have been too exhausted and/or dehydrated to physically create tears at that point...), which is shocking, because I'm a very "heart on my sleeve" type of person, but I got so emotional when we finished. I think it was mostly because I knew that we had really been so much farther than just 13.1 miles.

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With all of the things I had been going through during the Fall, I needed Leslie there to run next to me, to listen, to love me unconditionally and to laugh at my terrible jokes. And she needed me to be the bossy little person telling her that we were doing this and to remind her there was alcohol waiting at the end of the finish line on race day. I teared up at the end because I was proud of her, proud of myself, and all in all glad to have been on such a transformative journey with someone who went from friend to a best friend in the space of the time that we trained together.

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All mushiness aside, this is one of my favorite races. This is the one I'd do again and again just because I really enjoy the course, the people, the atmosphere, and that freaking amazing feeling running down that hill to the finish line. This race is oddly enough the only time I've ever cramped while running, but I'm very used to running on extremely flat terrain, so that's probably why. I'm in the middle of training for the Shamrock Full, but I'm really seriously considering signing up for the full Richmond...it's just that good of a race!! 

If you've made it to the end of this, thank you for listening to my story! I really believe that running is one of the most theraputic things I've ever done for myself. And although at times I have a love/hate relationship with it, I know that I'll run the rest of my life, as long as I'm able. Running changed my life by teaching me I could do things I never thought were possible and I am just so glad that I was able to bring that amazing feeling into my friend's life too:)

Fayetteville Spartan Super Recap

This past weekend marked my THIRD Spartan Race and my very first Spartan Super. It also ended up being the one year anniversary of my very first Spartan...the 2016 Wintergreen Sprint! You can read more about that first race here, if you're interested.

It feels like it's taken me forever to finally get my first Super under my belt! After running the Charlotte Sprint earlier this year (read that recap here) I was ready to sign up for the May Super in Arrington, VA...so much so that I even turned down work for that particular date! Unfortunately, they ended up moving that one to June 3rd, a date that I'd booked almost a year ago. This meant that I had to search for another race I could make work with my schedule. There actually aren't that many Super dates as it is, so this past weekend was the first I could make work!

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The funny thing about this race is that literally TWO DAYS after I registered, I hurt my back doing heavy high rep deadlifts. At the time I hurt myself, I had no idea how serious the injury really was, OR that I'd need almost two months to recover! I'd planned to be SO beyond ready for this race, but life had other ideas. I was only able to run 8 miles once, about 5 weeks before the race. I'd hoped to have had a 10 miler under my belt before then, but it just never happened. I never got to refresh my skills rope climbing or spear throwing, AND the heaviest thing I had picked up in weeks was Lucy, my 12 pound orange tabby cat.

It was a game time decision to run at Fayetteville, and I owe the fact that I was able to get out there at all, to my trainer, Geoff, who basically forced me to stay out of the gym for almost two weeks. Taking time off was the LAST thing I wanted to do, but it ended up being the best thing. Sticking to resting and going to physical therapy helped me progress more in two weeks than I had in nearly five weeks prior. I finally decided that no matter what, I was going to race in Fayetteville, mostly because I knew if I didn't, that would mean I'd be out of the running for my trifecta this year and I really REALLY want that Trifecta!

I couldn't have asked for a better experience for my Super, especially all things considered! I thought I might have had to run the race alone (My friend Cheryl also hurt her back and was considering sitting this one out) but I ended up having two incredible athletes to push me along the course. The weather was perfect, the course was flat and felt like running on the trail near my house. My former nemesis, the rope climb, was toward the beginning of the race. I flew up the rope and hit the bell with satisfaction. 

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The worst part of the race was actually taking C4 (which I NEVER take) and feeling really amazing until about mile 5 or so, when I started crashing really hard and feeling like I was going to puke. That's a really great reminder to NEVER try something new on race day. Stick to what you know already works well for you!

I also cramped more on this course than I have in the past, despite making sure a fair bit of sodium was in my diet leading up to the race. Even a mustard packet given to me by a fellow racer didn't help. I'll have to experiment and figure this out before my Beast in December...cramps in my right calf and glute muscles meant I had to walk around the 8-foot wall. 

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Though Fayetteville was nice and flat, the dunk wall and mud were some of the most disgusting I've ever been through. I've been sick now for a couple days and I wouldn't doubt that water is at least partially to blame! 

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Besides making it up the rope a second time, the biggest wins of the day for me were actually being able to do the atlas carry (I hadn't picked up anything heavier than a cat in weeks!) AND conquering Olympus. I've done Olympus once or twice in training, but I failed this at Charlotte when I was in good shape and completely healthy. It was even at the beginning of the race at Charlotte! I had it in my mind I wasn't even going to attempt it this time because of my back pain, but I tried it anyway and miraculously made it across! That felt SO good. I often wonder why it is that I put myself and my poor body through races like this...that feeling is the reason I do it. Being able to surprise myself, to prove that I can get better, that I can get stronger....that's what makes it worth the bruises, the mud, the black toe nails and the literal blood, sweat, and tears. 

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I will always remember all of the Spartans I've done very fondly, but when I look back on this one, I know I'll feel a strong sense of pride because although I wasn't really ready AND I was fairly certain I wasn't going to be able to do most of the things on the course, I really came through in the clutch and surprised myself. I proved to myself that I am capable of so much more than I thought I was, and that's a feeling I won't ever forget!!! 

Now on to the Florida Beast!! Can't wait to finish out my Trifecta :)

Peonies and a few odds and ends

Since this time of year is one of the craziest times of year for wedding photographers (we lovingly refer to this as "busy season"), it's all I can do to keep up these days! It's also getting warmer outside, so things are heating up in our day to day lives as well. (Pun intended).

We're currently working on moving out of the 1910s house we were renting (which means painting, landscaping work, and a bunch of other odds and ends), as well as preparing for several weddings we're involved in next month...including one where John is actually a groomsman! It's his first time being a groomsman, which is funny to me because I've been dying to be a bridesmaid and he, of course, gets to be in a bridal party before me! We've also joined an adult kickball league for the first time and I'm learning how to do sports. Most of what I can do is run...but they haven't come up with a position yet that allows for someone else to kick the ball and me just do the running...ha!!

Since this weekend is Mother's Day, I went to Trader Joe's today for flowers for my mom (and myself, because hey, cat moms matter, too!) and instead of buying a pre-made bouquet, I decided to make us both arrangements instead. 

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Although I'm kind of already over the gray weather forecasted for the next three days, the rain and gloom was actually perfect to put on Alabama Shakes and get to work creating with these pretty flowers with a cup of sugar cookie coffee.

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I love how the arrangements turned out! I love playing with flowers...it was a fun little escape from my work for the afternoon...now it's time to head back to my editing cave!