Mountains To Beach Marathon Recap

I am still on cloud 9. What a race.

As you saw in my last post, and probably on Twitter and IG I had a major PR. A 15 min PR to be exact. And I BQ’d. There were lots of tears at the finish.


Sunday morning I woke up late. Really late. Lucky I didn’t miss the race late. I accidentally set the alarm for Mon-Fri. Ooops. So thankful that my husband randomly woke up, freaked out and got me up. If he would not have gotten up I would have slept the day away.

Back to the race.

I threw my clothes on, heated up my oatmeal and we were on the road just after 5 am. By the time we got to Ojai I had just enough time to go to the bathroom (the line was crazy long) and get to the start line.

As I waited for the gun to go off I chatted with a gal from Orange County about goals for the race. I told her my BQ was 3:40 (hers was too). She had a pace band and offered to make sure we stuck to the splits if she saw me on the course. I told her I was gunning for a 3:30. I hadn’t told anyone but L that. In fact, I knew I could run better than a 3:30 if I ran smart. There was no way I was running this race with anyone but me.

About 10 min after 6 it was finally go time.

I took off a little fast in knowing miles 2-4 were an uphill climb. I knew I would slow a bit during those miles and felt good where I was at. Plan was to try to run an even split.

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As we finished the 10k loop around Ojai and started downhill toward the beach I was cruising. I was talking to runners around me. I felt awesome. Crazy awesome. I felt like I could run forever. I couldn’t freaking believe it! I crossed the half right around 1:44. I was right on pace for my 3:30 (or better!).

Around mile 17 or so we lost shade. It started to feel warm but I still had some spring in my step. I couldn’t wait to hit the beach. At mile 19 I ticked away another sub 8 mile and knew that all I had to do was hang on.

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We made a turn out at mile 20 and there was the water. It was gorgeous. Much better than last year when the last 10k was out and back through a neighborhood! At mile 22 I saw my husband and gave him a giant smile. At that time my watch read 2:57. I just had to hang on for 4 more miles and I would get my 3:30.

Those last 4 miles hurt like a mofo. At 23 I pulled out my iPod and turned it up loud. I just needed to make it to the turn around at 24 and give it what I had. At 25 I was begging my legs to run faster. Finally at 26 I saw the finish banner. I passed a lot of people that last .20. It felt freaking awesome.


As I crossed the finish line I cried. I ran a strong race. The past several months have been a roller coaster ride. So many highs and lows. Every emotion fueled me through this race. I freaking did it. I did it! Mama Kay would have been SO proud!

Oh, and my plan to run an even race? I came so close to nailing it! The last 4 miles were the pace killer, lol.

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I ran the tangent pretty dang perfect. Man, I had a day.

You know, last year I ran a 4:09 in Ojai. That’s a 39 min course improvement. Hard work totally pays off.


30 days: The Rug Pulled Out From Under Our Feet

30 days…

I remember getting the text about Mama Kay not sleeping well. She would wake up in the middle of the night and think that it was morning. She once sent us a text at 3:30 a.m. our time apologizing for missing a trip out to a family ranch in Oklahoma. That trip was a long time ago and L and I didn’t go. At least we got a laugh out of it. While her waking up in the wee hours was not necessarily a bad thing for her, it was effecting my FIL. Poor guy needed sleep!

On Monday April 29th he called hospice (remember she was released from their hospital) and they suggested she do a 3 day stay to give him and L’s aunt a break. They would monitor her, take the night shifts and make sure all was good. In 3 days she would return home. Sounded like the perfect plan.

They checked in late that afternoon and FIL decided to stay with her. Close to midnight they were laughing and eating and just happy. I wish we could have just stayed living in that very moment.

Tuesday is when it all changed. Tuesday is when she stopped responding. Tuesday is when we got the call that we needed to get there ASAP. Wednesday is when we packed L’s bag and prayed that she would hang on. Then the stroke happened. We broke. Literally. We prayed, our church prayed, our friends prayed, our neighbors prayed, people we didn’t know prayed. We asked for comfort. We asked for guidance.

Thursday morning we took L to the airport. It was Deja Vu. We just did this same thing at the same time 30 days ago…last time it was better. This time would be different. This time the rug was being pulled out from under our feet.

He made it the hospital and got to spend lots of time with Mom, Dad, his brothers, family and friends. He would call me every few hours to check in. The emotion during each of the calls was high. It was really hard.

Friday I booked a flight for the kids and I to leave Saturday morning. That Friday was the longest day of my life. Everyone was calling. So many emotions, so many questions. Tick, tick, tick. It was like time was standing still. I just wanted to get there. That night I got us packed got everyone tucked into bed and then around 10:15 p.m. the call came.

No, no, no. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not yet. She was just released from hospice care. She was just on the news thanking HIM for additional time. She was just at the gym. She was just out shopping and negotiating deals at a local thrift store. She was just butt dialing me at work. NO NO NO. Please no.

Our plans aren’t HIS plans. We’re not in control. And then the flood gates opened. Uncontrolable tears.

“Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. “Take My yoke upon you, and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart; and you shall find rest for your souls. “For My yoke is easy, and My load is light.” Matthew 11 28-30.

On Saturday May 4, 2013 Mama Kay when home to heaven. She battled Pancreatic Cancer for 11 months. She never complained about it. Not once. She, in fact, thanked GOD for her cancer because it gave her the opportunity to speak to people about her faith. She was given a powerful voice. One we never saw her use until her diagnosis. She was a warrior. She encouraged so many. She loved, she laughed. She changed lives.

The first time I saw her I didn’t believe it. It was Saturday night. She looked like an angel. She looked so elegant and peaceful. She was finally healed.

We celebrated her life on Monday May 6th. At the graveside service the pastor read Isaiah 41:10. I lost it. That’s the verse written on my hand every race. He had no idea. “That’s just how God works” he told me. When we made our way to the church it was packed!! She was (and still is) loved by so many. She touched people she never even met. She will never ever be forgotten.


I want to thank you all for sharing in this journey with my family. Thank you for letting me share my faith.This is real life. We all go through this. It has not been easy to share. There have been many times (like today) when as I write tears are streaming. It still doesn’t seem real.I don’t think it will for a while.


The Ojai Marathon is a week from Sunday. I will be wearing purple to support the fight against Pancreatic Cancer. I will run with my heart and not my legs. It’s going to be an emotional race. The one thing that is certain is that I will have an angel with me for all 26.2 miles that day. It can’t get any better than that.

30 days

A lot can happen in 30 days. A lot has. I’ve changed. My family has changed. One thing that has not? Our faith. It’s stronger than ever.


On April 28th I half dragged myself out of bed to run the La Jolla Half Marathon. I didn’t feel like running. My legs were still heavy and sore. I was on little to no sleep so the thought of running 13 miles of hills sounded awful. “Just get up” I said to myself at least 10 times. At least.

I made it down to the race start about an hour before go time. My warm up was pitiful (clearly my attitude was too). Each step felt like I had cement blocks tied to my shoes. This was supposed to be fun! Why was it feeling like work? Sigh.

When I finally found my girlfriends I perked up a bit. They were the attitude adjustment that I needed. Funny how friends can do that!

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They had shirts on in support of Boston which quickly reminded me that complaining about heavy legs was just plain stupid. It was time to run and give what effort I had and that I did.

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13.1 hilly fracking miles later I crossed the finish in 1:42:06 (this is a 9 min PB on this course!). My Garmin said 1:41:07 so not sure where my 1 minute watch fail happened, but it did. Still a strong effort and a great time on a difficult course.

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I called my family and gave them a spot to pick me up since LJ traffic gets really bad. This allowed me to jog a cool down and finish with 15 miles on the day.

As I got into the car and told the kids all about the race. They fought over the medal (this is standard stuff when you have kids) and per the usual bragged about how cool it is when “their mom wins medals.” It.was.awesome.

After the race we had an awesome afternoon spending time together as a family. We went to a ball game in flip-flops and tank tops. We ate junk food because sometimes we just need to live a little. 

That day is so fresh in my mind.

You see that day our 30 days was approaching. We didn’t know it yet but it was. If we knew that a giant kick to the stomach was going to be delivered 48 hours later we would have frozen time.

30 days.

A reminder that we are not in control.

To be continued this afternoon…


Ask Big

I planned on posting this last Monday. And then Boston Happened. So I waited. And then Texas happened. So I waited. And then the shootout happened. So I waited.

In the midst of all the waiting and confusion I ran a lot. Two 20 mile runs in 6 days. During that time of solitude I realized that I just needed to write. In times of sadness, fear and desperation we need something to cling to. Positivity. Answers. Hope.

May this all serve us as a reminder that worry does nothing but cause undue stress. When we feel like hope is lost we can’t give up. Knees trembling? Kneel on em. Pray. Ask big.

I sincerely hope that this update brings you a little light.


April 1

“Call me when you land. Love ya.”

“Byyyeeeeee Daaaadddyyyyyyy.”

I figured dropping L off at the airport before 7 am on a Monday wouldn’t be too bad. I was wrong. It was busy as all get out.

I could tell he was nervous as he walked through the terminal doors. He gave one last wave good-bye and I pulled the car away. I felt awful that he had to go alone. I had planned on all of us going to Texas for mom’s birthday but it just wasn’t in the cards. In fact, it was only by the grace of God that he landed a voucher to get there. I mean, how often does Southwest allow a voucher with less than 24 hours notice on a holiday during Spring Break? Never. Ever.

I got the kids off to school and made my way into the office. I sent Pops (L’s dad) a text telling him that I was worried about how he was doing on the flight and suggested playing an April Fools Day joke on him to lighten the mood.

Two seconds later the phone rang.

“What, the April fools joke not a good idea?” Silence.

It was Pops. He didn’t sound good. “They said she may only have a week. But it looks like it could be only a few days. It’s bad. Real bad. As soon as L gets here we are admitting her into the hospice hospital.”

Silence. My heart sunk. I’m not ready for this. L is not ready for this. The family is not ready for this. I hate you cancer. Hate you. I cried. Alone.

It felt like hours until L called to tell me he made it. As soon as I answered the phone he lost it. He told me how jaundiced she was; the nurse said her liver was failing. I just let him talk and cry. Sometimes there aren’t any words that can make someone feel better. Sometimes you just need to be there to hug that person tight. It sucked being so far away.

That night I had so much going on in my mind. When do we tell the kids? Should we drive? Fly? School? Work? Blahhhhhhhhh.

April 2

It’s Mama Kay’s birthday. Pops decided the party would go on at the hospice hospital. They had the grandest cake I have seen (via photos) at a birthday and Mama had her hair and makeup done. What lady doesn’t want to feel beautiful on her birthday? She was glowing. More than 100 people came by to celebrate. Yes that says 100.

That night after things quieted down she told L she was ready to go home. Now, when a christian woman says she is ready to go “home” you need to clarify which one she is talking about. Well ,she did, and she meant home to her house. In Texas. He laughed it off but she was serious. “I’m going to be healed.”

April 3

I was ready for L to come home. I was up early to get work done and pack lunches for the kids.

Around 8 or so the phone rang. It was L. I prepared myself for what was to come. And when he did I couldn’t believe it.

“She’s going home”

What? Bueller? Hello.

“Did you just say she’s going home? From hospice? Are you sure?”

“That’s what they said. The jaundice is gone. Her vitals are up. She can walk on her own. She’s going home. I can’t believe it.”


“Not sure, maybe tomorrow. The nurses can’t believe it. They want to monitor her.”

Wow. Going home. From being given maybe a week to a recovery and going home? I’ve never in my life heard of a patient being released from a hospice hospital. Ever.

As the days passed Mama Kay continued to improve. She made an appearance on the local news on April when Lane’s aunt completed a century ride to raise money for Pan Can. She has continued to attend her prayer group. She has been out to the mall and took a road trip to go antique shopping (her favorite). She has even been to the gym! THE GYM! TWICE! This strong woman went from laying in a hospital bed to a miraculous discharge home and is living every minute of it.

Here her journal entry that she shared via Caring Bridge on April 9th:

God, my strength and my redeemer!

Written Apr 9, 2013 10:42am

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of  my heart be acceptable in Thy sight, Oh Lord, my strength and redeemer. Psalm 19:4

I do not have ways or means to tell everyone who participated in a weekend I shall never forget. It started the prior weekend with the visit of my younger son, Chase, and his fam. along with his mother-in-law, Debi Teague. We shared and prayed, laughed, cried and it was wonderful in the sharing of Chase and my mutual birthday party! I was able to talk with each one individually and share my love for them and they did the same.
The following week, I was put in the Hospice Hospital and told I’d never return home. So  my come-and go-birthday was rerouted to a room provided by Hospice. I us humbled by the outpouring of love and support that evening. Surprising all, 2 days later I was dismissed to go home. That day I was met by the couple from Ft. Worth by Melody and Danny Fisher who have been burdened for me and has traveled to my home several times to pray and share what God had put on their hearts. This time they were joined by Jim Bohi who had several cancer healing stories to share. He prayed the most amazing prayer for a “new pancreas”, not to fix the old one. Melody prayed an awesome heart-felt and anointed prayer for me.I have felt well since.
These are only a few of the stories and blessings bestowed on me but the prayer support has been the most amazing to me. This entry is long but could be much, much longer. Thanks for the prayers and please continue. My physical body has been sick for over a year so I have some strength to gain. It is off to a miraculous start. I have so much to tell and plan to start giving back to God asap. Had a great planning meeting with some friends for God’s will in this endeavor.

Everything works together to unfold God’s plan!

God is good, all the time!

Love to All,             Kay

As I read this entry tears streamed down my face. We take so much for granted. We believe that we will have a tomorrow to say I love you. We often forget how fragile life is. We need to be thankful for

Is her cancer gone? Chances are no. Do I believe she has been blessed with additional time to do good work? YOU BETCHA.

HE says to ask for what we need. To PRAY BIG and be led not by sight but by faith. My Mama Kay is proof that HE is in charge. By his grace she is still here with a big smile on her face.

“Don’t be afraid, just believe” Mark 5:36


So there you have it. A positive story of what unwavering faith and a strong will can do. Sometimes crap is just thrown at us. When it is we just need to take a deep breath, hold our heads high and forge on. Trials are blessings in disguise 🙂

I hope this week has been a good one for you all. I’m in the peak of marathon training and I am stinking tired! I will be running the La Jolla half marathon this weekend. Depending on how my legs feel Sunday my goals may need to be altered a bit. I could be jogging. Or wogging. Or crawling. Who knows. Fun is all that matters, right?!

2013 Carlsbad 5000 All Day 25k Recap

I’m just going to say it. Carlsbad is awesome. Every race put on in this town is legit. Organized, on time and sensational views of the ocean. There needs to be more than a few road race events each year. Hear that Cbad? NEEDS.

Last Sunday I participated in the Carlsbad 5000 All Day 25k for the second year in a row (here is last year’s recap). Running 5 5k races (not a 25k course) is awesome and exhausting at the same time. Let’s face it, runners I can’t help but getting caught up in the “race” factor for at least one race.

I got parked around 6:15 a.m. and made my way to the VIP tent. The all day 25k’ers are well taken care of!


After checking my bag and getting to know a few people and I headed out for a half mile warm up. My plan was to run hard in the first race and then go 10kish pace for the last 4. I also wanted to make sure I finished in the top 250 during my age group race so that I would medal (only the top 250 get medals in each division. Motiviation to run hard).

Around 6:50 I made my way to the start.


The first race was the men’s master (40+) and these guys are FAST. Smoking fast. It seemed like I was only waiting a few minutes before the gun went off.

We started out with a slight downhill followed by a quick easy climb that took us out toward the water. Once we made the turn onto Carlsbad Boulevard I decided I was not going to look at my Garmin and just run at an uncomfortable but not “I’m going to puke” effort (I needed to survive all 5 races injury free). I figured if I stayed with the pack of dudes I started with I would be all good. 

Look at what happened…


Holy toledo! More than a 1 min 5k PR! I was elated. Yeah it was a positive split but SO WHAT! I wonder if I would have gone sub 20 if I would have paid attention to pace and pushed a little harder??

My best pace? 5:33. BOO YAH! (ok, it was on a slight downhill at the end, but it still has a 5 in front of it!) I think I have been seriously underestimating myself and my speed. Only time will tell.

Squeeking out a smile while running fast.
Squeeking out a smile while running fast.


I had a 25 min break between race 1 and 2, and then the races came fast! I think I had 10 min between 2-3 and 10 min between 3-4. I took race 2 much easier and then ran at tempo for race 3, 4 and 5.

Bring chased by a 12 year old :)
Bring chased by a 12 year old 🙂

The hardest part on the day was the 90 min break between race 4 and 5. That long of a break is mentally and physically tough.

Final race results as follows:

Finish Time: 1:52:46, 7:16 avg pace.

26/267 all day 25k finishers (last year I was 44th)

4th female overall (last year I was 7th)

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Yup that’s a bottle opener. If that doesn’t get you to run the all day 25k, maybe the sweet long sleeve will

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If you have ever considered running a 5k this is the one to do. I can’t say enough good about it. The all day 25k is great for marathon training (heck, half marathon training too) and it just plain awesome. Race Grader offered a sweet discount this year so keep your eyes peeled for 2014. They are the ONLY ones that offered a discount off of the 25k.

This race seriously increased my confidence. I am going to see what I can do at La Jolla on April 28th.  Not as concerned with my finish time there as I am my endurance and ability to rebound after the big hill climb. If I can keep my pace sub 9 (say 8:30-8:45) up Torrey Pines reserve and then pace back into the low 7s in the late miles I will be stoked. It’s just all part of training for marathon May. Good times.



I’m off to get a few easy miles in before my boy’s baseball game. I was hoping to squeeze yoga in this morning but it doesn’t look promising. Maybe this afternoon. Hope you all have a wonderful Saturday!

Oh…one last thing…

I need you all to be prepared for my next post. Regardless of your faith I am pretty sure your mind will be blown. This is life changing people. LIFE CHANGING.

Hooleys to Hooleys Half Recap and Work/Life Stuff

Hooley’s to Hooley’s Half- Sunday 3/17/13

Finish Time: 1:39:37

5th Female overall

1st in AG! (This was a small race)


After a whole lot of shenanigans the day before the race (hubby’s birthday party) I am lucky this race even happened. Seriously. Pretty sure I tweeted that the race was going to be more like a walk for me.

It's all fun and games until the alarm goes off at 4:15 a.m.
It’s all fun and games until the alarm goes off at 4:15 a.m.

Sunday morning came and I overslept the alarm by 45 min. I thought I hit snooze, but I hit off. Awesome. When I woke up I went into normal I am late panic mode.  Always a good time at the BCOD. I inhaled oatmeal (literally, I didn’t taste it), got dressed and made the hour trek down to the start.

High quality cell phone pic. St. Patty’s green in full effect.

So glad my friend Maureen was running because if we had not planned on meeting up, chances are I would have stayed in bed. Mo, thanks for holding me accountable, even if you didn’t know you did 🙂


After a short warm up we lined up at the start. Since I saw the field was small I made my way near the front. Figured less weaving would conserve the little energy I had. It felt like we were standing around fo-eva when they announced we would be delayed 15 min due to road closures. Bed was sounding better and better 🙂

I decided I wasn’t going to warm up again and stood and talked with Mo. During this little lag I also got to meet Melissa and her sweet friend Amy! We talk a lot on twitter, but this was the first time we got to meet. So fun!

We finally got word we were starting and the gun went off. I basically hurt the entire race.

We started with a nice flat for maybe a mile and then began a 2.5 mile or so uphill trek. Mo warned me of the uphill but I didn’t think it would be as tough as it felt. Kathy Loper loves giving runners a challenge.

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At mile 3 we started a downhill. I usually love the downhill to make up time and recover. Yeah, the recover part didn’t happen but I did make up a little bit of time.

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I took a gel and looked around and saw that I was all alone. I have never been totally solo during a race. It was so quiet and lonely. I knew the turn around was at 6.5 or so and that I would see other runners. I also knew it meant going back uphill. Son of a !!

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I saw Mo around mile 8? She told me I was 5th female and that was pretty awesome. Never thought I’d hear those words in my life time! One would think that news would push me to go harder. I tried, but I just couldn’t get going any faster. Getting up that last incline at mile 10 hurt.

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As I crested the last hill a guy on a bike told me to pick it up and try pass the 2 females ahead of me. I finally had them in my sight but my tank was empty. I gave it all I had left to the finish!

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I had .16 at the end instead of .10. Ooops on the tangents. Mile pace for the last .10 was 6:47.

I crossed in 1:39:37.


Maureen finished in 2:04 (she is getting so close to breaking 2!!) and we stayed and waited for the award ceremony. It was neat to hear my name being called as 1st in my AG. I got my little glass mug, said goodbye to Maureen and headed home.

This was a really tough race for me. Physically and mentally. My stomach was sloshy from start to finish, but more than anything I was just drained. I could have just given up. At one point (mile 10) I really wanted to. In the worst way! Instead I talked myself through that last crappy climb and gave it all I had. I am so glad I didn’t quit. That would have been easy.

I was talking to my hubby last night about how awesome it is to see not only myself, but others that I have come to know improve with each race. We get out of running what we put into it. Training smart, taking care of ourselves and having faith that we CAN do it is huge come race day. I am proof of that.


So what’s next? I am running Carlsbad 5000 and the La Jolla Half in prep for the Ojai Mountains to Beach Marathon. I will be doing a lot of training with my dear friend and we are planning on a strong race come May 26th. We have approximately 8 weeks to

I can’t wait.


So what about Chicago? After a lot of talking, a lot of researching and a lot of prayer we have decided not to go.

“For we walk by faith, not by sight” (2 Cor 5:7)

We are trusting that this is the right decision. My hubby just started down a new path in his career and it’s his turn to shine. While I am keeping my career plans mum (for obvious reasons, I don’t know who may be creeping around the interwebz), I am really excited to get spend some time with the kids. I have been working since I was a kid and I don’t know any other way. It’s time for me to devote myself to my family. I can’t wait to see what HE has in store for us. I think a lot of good change is in our future.


So there you have it. Now that you all know I will be loitering here in SoCal it’s time to focus back on MIL. She needs our prayers more than ever. Her birthday is coming up on April 2nd and we want her to be able to enjoy it! 

If you are the praying kind please include Kay. We appreciate it more than you will ever know!


OK, I’m off to run (literally) to my son’s baseball game and enjoy the afternoon with the family. Hello Pizza Port, I will see you in a few hours for grub. No really. Pizza party will be happening.

Anyone racing this weekend? What else has been going on since we talked last week?!


Time On Your Tootsies

I want to thank each of you that sent me an email regarding the passing of my aunt. While I haven’t responded to each one yet I most certainly will. We all go through ups and downs in life and being able to share and comfort one another is so important. My Auntie Dee was a RIOT. While there will no doubt be tears at the upcoming service there will be a LOT of laughter too. She wouldn’t want it any other way.


For the first time since Chicago I ran 50 miles last week. I managed one solid tempo, several easy runs (lets talk about easy runs in a minute) and 2 long runs. I ended the week with Chacha and Pam at the SD Half Marathon.


Pam ran a smart, strong and fast race. It was so much fun to cheer her on and watch her finish. She is going to do so well in Boston! I wish I could share with you all of the funny stuff that happened that morning. For some reason when I type out the stories they just don’t bring the comedy. I will tell you this: there is a cop in town that must think Chacha and I are the two biggest idiots on the planet. I blame it on the time change. Or the fact that we are hilarious. Probably a little of both.

Back to running.

This week is a back down week since I am running a half marathon on Sunday.  So far I have managed two easy 4 milers and a 6 mile tempo. I will likely run one more 4-5 miler at an easy pace and that will be it.


I mentioned above that my 50 mile week included a lot of easy runs. Fact is most of my weeks include easy runs. Several of them. Slowing down has made training for races much more enjoyable (running is fun!) and way more effective. 

Getting ready for 13.1 or 26.2 means preparing my mind and body to do work for a few hours. If I ran every single run at race pace (or faster) I wouldn’t be doing myself any good. Not only would I likely be injured, I’d be burned the heck out. Some people call easy runs junk miles. I call them practice. 

Once I learned to slow down on my easy days and go hard on fast days it all started coming together. I saw my race times improve a LOT. A good friend of mine told me that once I figured it out I would have a race breakthrough. And I did. 

So how do you know if you are running too fast too often? How can you be certain you need to slow down your long run? Easy.

If your training pace is faster than your race pace it’s time to slow down.

Hit the breaks! Long runs are meant to build endurance. It’s all about time on your tootsies. Your long run pace should be easy enough that your form doesn’t fail and you enjoy it. You should be able to hold a conversation without sounding like your gasping for air. I know you know what I’m talking bout (Hi-breath-I-breath-am-breath-running-breath-too-breath-fast….)

Slowing down your long run doesn’t mean it’s going to be a cake walk. The miles aren’t changing, just the pace.  

So how is it done?

1. Make a conscious effort. It may take some getting used to but you can do it. If you find yourself going too fast stop, take a second, and start again. Remind your self that it’s a training run, not a race.

2. Follow a training plan. Yes, a real one. Pencil in your easy runs and stick to them. When you write it down you are more likely to do it.

3. Find a friend or group to run with. Not only is it fun, having someone to hold you accountable helps tremendously.

If for some reason your inner racer is still bursting at the seems throw in a few strides. That should help get your ya-yas out. 

Remember, you have plenty of opportunities to run fast during the week that will have you ready to race. Give yourself the chance to recover by slowing down your long run. Your body and your mind will thank you.


Anyone else participating in a St. Patrick’s Day race?

~~ Good luck to all of my friends running the LA Marathon on Sunday!!

Manduka Winner and Birthdays

The winner of the Manduka eQua towel is…

suzy says:

I am inspired by my kids, my parents and all the other working mamas like myself who amazingly manage to get it all done!

Congrats Suzy! Please email your info to so that I can get your towel to you 🙂


It’s March. This week is a back down week for me so mileage is low. Just how I like it 🙂

We have little league opening day tomorrow but more importantly there are a zillion birthdays in my fam this month. Yup, we are ruled by Pisces.

Let’s start with today. The 1st. Time to celebrate the birth of this awesome guy

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Happy 32nd Birthday baby brother


Thank you for being there for me for, well, almost my entire life. Looking forward to celebrating all month long 🙂 

In 3 days my Mermaid turns 4


Little Thumbelina is growing up way to fast!


Good thing she has a tough big bro to look after her

And then a few week later LD will blow out candles. He refuses to let me tell you his age. Hit him with your best shot…


Any of you celebrating a birthday this month? Anniversary? Promotion? Races?!

– My birthday is in April but my anniversary is this month! Add it to the list of awesome


Family Time, The C Word and Running RSF

On Wednesday my MIL and FIL made the trip from Texas to CA to stay with us for a week.

Dinner At The Beach

Poor LD got cut out. He said it’s because the server couldn’t get over his stunning good looks. You think I’m kidding?

I can’t tell you how awesome it is to have them here. Getting to spend time with family is priceless.

Girl Time
Busy In The Kitchen

As most of you know my MIL is currently battling pancreatic cancer. Her faith (and ours) is unwavering but that doesn’t mean that we just ignore what is very very real. We had a very tough talk on Wednesday night. A talk that we have not wanted to had. I HATE the “C” word. We laughed and cried…a lot. That talk brought us all a lot closer together. We were reminded that the next minute, hour, day, week is not guaranteed. We have to live in the moment and enjoy it. If we don’t we are missing out on life. I don’t know about you but I don’t want to miss a single moment.

My Loves


Today is packet pick up for the half marathon that I am running tomorrow in RSF. I decided to wait until morning to get my bib so that means I will be heading to the start at the BCOD. Nothing new huh?

I will be wearing purple to support my MIL. This will be the first time that she (and my FIL) get to see me run. This course is hilly and will probably feel tough coming off of a marathon 2 weeks ago. Regardless of how hard it feels it pales in comparison to what a cancer patient goes through each day. If I have to crawl to that finish line by all means I will do it. Take that “C” word.


Don’t forget to enter my giveaway for a StrideBox. I don’t do giveaways often so get on it 🙂 I mean that in the nicest way possible of course…