At my 39-week check up I happened to casually mention that my husband was running the half marathon over the weekend. Immediately my doctor got very serious about developing a plan for what I would do if my labor started while the race was happening and there I was, on the sidelines of a race
The past two weeks have been busy, busy, busy over here. I guess that sort of goes without saying because we’re always at least a little bit busy — even if we’re ONLY talking about laundry. But in the last two weeks two kids got sick (including a 105.7 fever that stuck around a little too
Remember when this used to be sort of a running blog? If you answered “no,” then you’re in good company because NEITHER DO I! Several years ago, I wrote a lot about postpartum running because running was a huge part of my life before pregnancy, and having a baby packs a wallop. Postpartum running was hard,
Tom and I have always predicted that our kids will either love running or hate it. That’s what happens when you spectate your first marathon as a three-month old. When it comes to your parents’ passions, there is no half way. We expect they’ll have similar opinions about Virginia Tech football, Java Chip Frappuccinos and Microsoft
I’ve always thought the one thing that could make the Monument Ave. 10k better is if it had finisher’s medals. This year, in particular, I deserved one. If you read this post, you know I’m not in the best running shape of my life. Specifically, I’ve got some sort of postpartum hip injury. (That I
I’m running the Monument Ave. 10k in a few short weeks. Gulp. I don’t think I’ve ever been so unprepared for a race. My last race was the Richmond Half Marathon. Back then I was just five months postpartum, had a bad cold, and was totally and completely sleep deprived. I felt — and looked
The Richmond running community — and community at large — is mourning the loss of Meg Cross Menzies, who was struck and killed by a drunk driver while running. To honor Meg, over 61,000 runners (and counting!) around the world are running Saturday, January 18 to honor Meg’s life and to raise awareness of drunken driving, texting
After the half marathon, Tom draped our medals around David’s neck. He ran around the living room wearing them, twisting to make them clang and whip around his body. Then he stopped and looked down at them, looked back at us, back at the medals, and then looked at us and said the exact same
I did it. 2:04.04 It was rainy and cold, I was sick, and I got blisters on both of my feet. But I did it. And from now on I’m going to switch pronouns, because though running is an individual sport, I could not have gotten to the finish line (or the starting line, really)
That title is actually a misnomer. Mary Virginia isn’t participating in the race this weekend. (Though people do ask if I’m pushing the stroller in the race. Um, no thank you. Strollers aren’t allowed in the race, but even if they were, no thank you.) Even if she was, it wouldn’t be her first half.
Tomorrow is the first day of the pre-race taper for the half marathon. For weeks now Tom and I have been running 10+ miles every Saturday. Long runs on Saturday means carb-loading on Fridays. I discovered long ago that the best pre-run meal for me is one that’s quick and easy (being on your feet cooking
Race day is three weeks away. That means I have two more weeks of training, a taper week, and then the race. It helps me to spell it out like that because I sort of don’t believe it. Training for this race has been so much different from any other race I’ve ever trained for.
It’s been seven weeks since I last posted about running. It’s too bad, because I’ve come a long way since then…literally and figuratively. My first run after having Mary Virginia seems so long ago because running feels totally different now. It has been a slow process, but my daily run no longer seems insurmountable. And
Last Monday I went for a run. It’s been 14 weeks since I last went for a run. Three and a half months. That’s the longest break I’ve taken from running since I went out for the track team 16 years ago. When I finished, achy and sweaty, it occurred to me that it’s good
There’s a pile of maternity clothes folded on the floor of my bedroom. Even though I’m still shaped like Humpty Dumpty, my maternity clothes don’t fit anymore, so they’re waiting to be sent back to the attic. They’re sitting in my closet, under my regular clothes that don’t really fit either. Ah, postpartum is such
Last Saturday I was one of 38,600 runners and walkers in Richmond’s Monument Ave. 10k. I considered not doing a race recap since I only walked it. But the more I thought about it I realized that walking this race was just as much a part of my journey as a runner as any of
I walked in the Monument Ave. 10k last weekend, and during the race I thought, “Why am I doing this?” It’s a thought that crosses my mind in nearly every race. The question isn’t, “Why am I running?” The question is, “Why did I pay an entry fee, wake up early, and fight traffic to
Wow, take a look at the belly. (That Richmond Marathon shirt is Tom’s. My running shirts don’t quite cover the belly anymore, so I’m taking credit for races I didn’t run.) You can barely see my feet. Oh, there they are. Tomorrow I’ll be 31 weeks pregnant. Wow, right? Don’t worry, these next 9+ weeks won’t seem
When I was 30-something weeks pregnant with David, I’d wake up every morning around 5am and not be able to fall back asleep. Around the same time my running group moved our afternoon runs to something unreasonable like 6am because, even though it was 80 degrees and humid, that was better than running at our
My friend Sarah gets the award for the Most Astute Blog Reader. She posted this on my Facebook wall right after we announced our baby on the way. That’s right. I already wrote a post about what I did differently for this race, but I failed to mention one enormous detail: I was 10 weeks pregnant on
I’m writing this on Christmas Eve, sitting on the couch at Tom’s parent’s house re-watching Season 1 of Downton Abbey. I’ve had bacon for breakfast for five days straight, and I just ate a huge meal with ham, potatoes and broccoli casserole, finished off with a big piece of ice cream cake. As a complete
The half-marathon already seems so long ago. It’s been about three weeks and I’ve already fallen back into a routine of maintenance running and eating bacon every morning. I’m a middle of the pack runner, but this was sort of a banner race for me — I got a PR by three minutes and, even better, I
Last year our families ran the Drumstick Dash 5k in Roanoke. It was a fun race, but this year we decided to skip the crowds and traffic and spend Thanksgiving morning like most Americans; sitting on the couch saving all our energy for the exhaustion of digesting turkey, mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie. We spent
Amanda, Sharon, Steve, Helene and Julie It’s over. After months of long runs, strength training, eating spaghetti every Friday night, and worrying, I’m finally on the other side of the finish line. Last Saturday, I ran the American Family Fitness Half Marathon and, you know what? It was awesome. I hit every single one of my
Last weekend Sharon and I ran our final long run before the half-marathon. We’ve reached the stage in training where any run that’s not double digits doesn’t seem like a long run at all. It’s kind of crazy to look back at our training and think about our first 8-mile run, which seemed so LONG.
Last Saturday morning I woke up early and ran 12 miles with Sharon. Doesn’t that sound so wonderful! And healthy! And refreshing! An early morning long run sounds wonderful when you’re talking about it, but doing it is entirely something different. Sharon arrived at my house with caffeinated Gu packs for mid-run fueling and a
We’re in the thick of half-marathon training over here on Grace, and my Saturday long runs are finally in the double digits. I started my training with trepidation, and am so thankful that things have gone so well. My friend Sharon and I are doing a lot of our training together. We run together probably
Tom and I spent all last week with his family at their home on Smith Mountain Lake. As the name suggests, Smith Mountain Lake is in the mountains. Just the name alone speaks of beauty: A lake! Mountains! And it is beautiful, really, really beautiful. It’s rolling hills and sparkling water and sunsets. You should
For me, running has always been more about community than winning races or setting PRs. Maybe that’s because I’ve never been super fast, and if that’s the case then my speed limitations are a mercy from God, because running has brought me some great friendships. Even when I was in high school and racing all
I’ve been doing yoga. Runners only do yoga for one reason: they have no choice. Here’s the deal: for almost four years I’ve been dealing with a hamstring injury. I think of it as a running injury, because it hurts when I run, but it’s really not a running injury at all; it happened while I
I haven’t blogged about running since April. That’s unreal because when I first started this blog, I sort of thought it would be part baby blog, part running blog. But, like every other part of my life, David has sort of taken over. Running since the 10k has been great, but a little directionless. Since
If you happen to check my 10k time, know that it would be more accurate with at asterisk that says: 57:41 *and also she biked 3 miles to the start (so her quads were a liiiittle tired before she even started). Just kidding. That would be an excuse. The real story is: the race was
Tomorrow is race day, which means today I start coming up with some excuses. Since the day I started racing I started making excuses. Once in high school I told my coach I might have a bad race because I had some pudding for lunch. It wasn’t the pudding I was worried about, it was
As long as you don’t mind five inches of freshly fallen pollen, now is a great time to live in Richmond. We’re having the kind of weather I’d order off a menu: warm, breezy, and sunny with no bugs and no humidity. The flowers are blooming, the grass is green and everyone is running. The sidewalks
This winter I’ve found myself falling into some running patterns. Simply, I’ll get on a great running kick…then not run at all. I’m running the Monument Ave. 10k at the end of March, so I started training — running about 4 miles two times a week and 6-7 miles on Sunday, with a few shorter
I’ve been writing about running for two reasons: 1) I love to run. Running is a big part of my life, so it wouldn’t make sense to leave it out. 2) I wanted to get back to running soon after David was born and I was shocked at how little information was out there about
I haven’t written much about running lately, but it’s not because I haven’t been running. Instead, running has become less of an Event and more commonplace. I’m getting back to my old self. Not totally, but I’m getting there. The other day I went for a run wearing my running tights. I wore them earlier this
Last Saturday David and I bundled up and laced up our running shoes (respectively) and headed to the Jingle Bell 5k. The race was at 8am, which meant I had to set an alarm just in case David didn’t wake me up early enough. My new mom heart broke as I set the alarm, and
On the way to the Drumstick Dash 5k: Amanda: My goal is to run a sub-30 minute 5k, but I’ve already decided that if I don’t it’s ok because I had a baby three months ago. Tom: Well. Three and a half months. The Kriegers and the Southalls started Thanksgiving off with the Drumstick Dash.
A few things are harder when you have a baby. Things like sleeping at night and staying awake during the day. Or take a simple errand. Here are a few things about going to the grocery store that are harder when you have a baby: 1. Realizing you need to go to the grocery store2.
Tom accomplished a lot this weekend. Marathon: CheckThirtieth birthday: Check And just as a quick side note, I’m SO glad I didn’t run the 8k. Tom’s race started at 8am, so we were up bright and early to cheer him on. Here we are at mile 4 — waiting for the pack. For all the
Tom’s running his first marathon in three days. He’s been running the last ten miles of the race to get amped. He gets so excited that he can’t rein in his speed as he imagines finishing the race. I’m excited for him, too. The marathon’s been sort of a family ordeal. You know what’s harder
Today, for the first time since I began running, I ran without a watch. I’m compulsive about timing my runs. I even have a back-up watch just in case I can’t find my running watch. I’ve been known to get dressed to go running, realize I can’t find my watch, and decide to skip the
I’ve been diligently running the past few weeks, so I figure it’s high time for an update. In short: Running is still hard, but it’s getting a little easier. One foot in front of the other. The catch-22 with running, though, is that just when it gets easier you add some time or pile on
This chick ran a marathon when she was 39 weeks pregnant. And then she had a baby. I also read on Kara Goucher’s blog that she: 1) had a baby Oct. 1 2) was running 50 miles a week by Oct. 20. Dang.
I promise I won’t write about every single run (after all, I have a cute baby to take pictures of), but I felt like the second day back warranted mentioning. Why? Because the second day is always worst than the first. And even though I’ve talked many runners off the ledge after their second day
I did it. Armed with my doctor’s blessing and the most intense item of running apparel I’ve ever owned, I did it. I went for a run. The conditions were perfect, I had gorgeous weather and a sleeping baby. But not even a crisp fall day could change this fact: it was hard. These days
Unless you count my daily bowl of cereal, this is the first thing I’ve cooked since David was born. Fried potatoes, yummmm… My dad always ate these for breakfast. It’s a good thing, too, because otherwise I wouldn’t know how to make them, and my husband LOVES fried potatoes for breakfast. So Saturday morning I
One of the biggest surprises during pregnancy was how good I felt when I was running. I had always hoped to continue running while pregnant, but I assumed it’d be a horrible chore, something I’d have to force myself to do. Instead, I felt most myself while running. Instead of tired,achy and huge I felt