When I got home from the 8k, Tom was outside with all the kids. They rushed the car and smothered me with hugs as if I was returning from war. Thomas rifled through my bag and found my post-race food. I had two small bags of pretzels and one bag of trail mix. He held
I used to run the Monument Avenue 10k every year, but I haven’t run it since two years ago when I was pregnant with Anna. Coincidentally, I also haven’t run six miles since two years ago when I ran the 10k, pregnant with Anna. I hadn’t trained and I had no one to run with,
Learn more about Nokia’s family of products here. At the beginning of the month I talked about taking baby steps toward fitness and exercise. Around the same time I started paying more attention to my diet. Nothing drastic, partially because I’m nursing and mama’s gotta eat, partially because I’m not one for elimination of food
Since Anna was born my exercise routine has been simple: round-the-clock breastfeeding, and hauling Thomas off high structures. Four pregnancies in six years has changed my schedule, my priorities, and my body. Right now I don’t have room in my life for much more than taking care of my kids and keeping track of who’s
I decided on the title “Postpartum chic” for this post because I figured no one had ever put those two words next to each other before, and maybe I could trademark them or something? Chic isn’t the first thing that pops into my mind when I think of the postpartum period. There’s all kinds of medical things
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
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.
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.