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
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.
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