The Marathon

I finished a marathon. Don't I look different?

(answer: nope)

 

 I still remember running the mile in highschool PE.

I HATED it. I remember telling myself with each painful lap that as soon as my school PE classes were over with, I would never ever ever run again.



And then I gained 12 pounds my freshman year of college.

It's true. (read about it here)



So when I was planning a wedding

Pocatello 50 Race Report

(for all you non runners I always include a very condensed version of my race report:)

I ran a 20 mile trail race. On a mountain. In Idaho. It was the best I've ever felt running. 

I ate some nachos. 

The end

camping at the start (although I slept in a nice soft bed....)

 

THE RACE 

The Pocatello 50. 

50 miles 

50K

or 20 miles (my choice)



It's not a race.



That's what I kept

checking in...

I'm working on my race report, but just wanted to check in and say......

....it was AWESOME. 

Most fun I've ever had racing, and the best I've ever felt. 



we have some flowers to plant, a farmers market to explore, and then I'll be back!

The One That Almost Killed Me

this is how it all ended (it did, eventually, end.) just in case you thought I didn't make it.

 

 Here is my (very long) race report for the Wahsatch Steeplechase. 

For all you runners I included what I ate and some other mumbo jumbo.



For those that aren't so into running I always provide a short version:

I ran up the steepest mountain. ever. There was puking and curse words flying (

ketchup

How are you? We haven't been talking so much lately.....have we? 

This is a power packed post......so much to catch up on.



Starting with:



I am now married to an MBA graduate. IT'S TRUE!!! He did it! We did it!

 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



This weekend was graduation and it was an amazing feeling knowing that we made it through this crazy time in our lives. He still has three weeks of

alter ego

For those who come to The Blog here for pictures and food and cuteness and such, the following post is a race report for the Amasa Back Trail race in Moab, Utah. If running is not your thing (you should try it), or you just don't like reading about races (a favorite subject of mine to read about) then here is short and sweet version:



"Running in Moab is my new favorite thing."



for the rest

the day I ran up the mountain

aka: possibly the longest post to ever be posted. Does blogger have a word limit?



disclaimer: I love to read other runners race day stories.....because I run. If running is not your thing, and you do not care for all the details, here is the short version:

I ran up a mountain. It was hard. It was awesome. It was gorgeous. My legs burned. I finished. I want to do it again. soon.



I don't