Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Western States Race Recap Part Two

Running Western States was a long awaited realization of a dream. An understatement as that is probably true for many ultrarunners.

I thought about running Western States in 2001 when I first learned about it. Weird thing is I hadn’t even run ten miles yet! I guess I filed that thought away deep inside my brain. A saying I learned a while back: “Thoughts become things, so choose the good ones!” I guess it’s true because the thought I filed away over a decade ago came to fruition. A person doesn’t learn to conquer an ultra distance in a short period of time, it can take years. Well, I feel my training started years ago. Just some thoughts I had while trying to figure out how to begin this blog of my 2014 Western States journey.

Lets begin with race day. My day surely didn’t start out as any normal day. Waking up at 3:15 A.M. always sucks. Especially when you didn’t sleep well and your mind is boggled with so many thoughts of; did I train well enough? Is everything prepped right? Am I missing any gear and damn, I should have checked my socks over more thoroughly because I brought a pair with a hole in them! Good thing I brought extra pairs. Also, it must be a tradition for me to wake up in a hotel room on race morning with a pinched nerve in my neck. Second time this year. So yes, I had some negative thoughts because I was nervous about running 100 miles. The good things were, I had an awesome cheerleader and crew captain in Alisyn, she really kicked butt in preparing and planning for my crew. She also gave me a good pep talk the day before the race. Alisyn reminded me that through my job I had plenty of nights where I worked for over 24 hours and so running into the night wouldn’t be all that bad. Also, I was coming in to this race injury free, a first in quite a long time.
Lot's of awesome WS swag!
Aside from all the nervous emotions I was really excited to get the show on the road! We arrived in Squaw Valley a little after four and checked in. Got my bib, finally, and timing chip. We thought there was supposed to be a nice pancake breakfast, I don’t know what happened this year, but there wasn’t one. Strike one, WS! I usually eat a hearty breakfast before a race but I had to make do with some sugary yogurt and a little fruit. 5 A.M. was approaching rapidly. The waiting for six months was almost over and I was feeling ready to get started. It wasn’t as cold as I thought it would be outside. I gave Alisyn one last goodbye and got into the starting line pack. Excitement was building as Gordy Ainsleigh started to give a speech. His timing was behind as he was cut off with the final 10 second countdown the crowd all shouted in unison. The traditional shotgun blast blasted and we were off! And I was not running but hiking. That was a weird feeling at the beginning of a RACE!

The race begins with a 4.5 mile ascent of over 2,000’ of elevation gain to a summit of 8,750’. I wasn’t planning on hauling ass over that, and I knew I needed to expend my energy evenly over the next 20 something hours. I chatted with a few people here and there and looked back now and then into Squaw Valley. There was a beautiful dawn and I could see a bit of fog over a green meadow. There was a line of red tail lights as hundreds of cars left Squaw en route to Forest Hill or wherever. There was a nice sunrise behind me as I approached the escarpment, the high point of the race. It would all be downhill from there, not! At the escarpment we turned off the dirt road on to a single track trail. Let the congo lines begin. Normally I would run along past a long line of people but I had self preservation on the mind and I congo’d along. We passed through some meadows and red fir timber forest, muddy water flowed down the trail in areas and we passed a small sign letting us know we were entering the Granite Chief wilderness. I continued to congo. I didn’t realize we had left the wilderness until we got on to an old two track road. On it there was a small group of people sitting in lawn chairs all bundled up in blankets in the middle of nowhere cheering us on. We eventually came to Lyon Ridge AS (mile 10.5) and I was only 10 min behind where I thought I would be. I didn’t train all winter with any sort of GPS, only by feel. I carried a watch during the race to keep track of the day and maybe do some pacing math.

I was feeling fine and happy. Happy to be alive and to be on this great adventure. The only things I ate from the AS all day were fruit, salted potatoes and salt caps. Otherwise I was supplying my own drink mix, Skratchers, and my own food, homemade rice cakes. One rice cake contained blueberries and semisweet chocolate chips and the other contained raspberries and mint leaves. They both had a little sugar, salt, lemon juice and ginger in them. I ate when I hiked, drank when I needed and always tried to keep moving forward.

Fast forward a few more hours. Coming in to the Duncan Canyon AS (23.8) I saw my first familiar faces, Rob and Cara Scott. I know it’s a long drive out to that aid and I was surprised and happy to see them. Rob ran the race in 2013 and paced for his uncles many times over the years. He’s also the person who first educated me about WS back in 2001. It was definitely uplifting to see friends even though I wasn’t tired yet. I did waste a lot of time in that AS fumbling with trying to put Skratchers in my bottle. My hands were swollen and fat. They had been freezing cold at one point and now that the day was warming up they were thawing and swelling.

Moving along, I cruised through the Duncan Canyon area and got some more climbing out of the way. Steadily passed people but kept self preservation in mind. I was excited to get to Robinson Flat AS (29.7) because that’s where Alisyn would be. It was also the first weigh in. Nutritionally I was feeling good. No stomach issues and I had plenty of sweat. I came in to the AS happy and energetic. The crowd of spectators was crazy. I weighed in and my weight was spot on. Grabbed some fruit and then started wondering where Alisyn was. It took me a while before I realized I should look on the exiting half of the AS. I finally found her and my friend Ruben, (who would pace me later) and his girlfriend was there. They put more sunblock on me and refilled my rice cake supply. Alisyn was trying to kick me out but I wanted to stay and visit. I had no idea that I had spent 10 minutes at that station. It was time to move on. From this point forward I was familiar with the remaining 70 miles of trail.

I moved along nicely, passed people who already looked like crap, caught up to and repassed people who passed me during my long stay at Robinson. My neck kink went away. Generally enjoyed the next nine miles to Dusty Corners (38). On the way I saw Rob and Carra again and they told me I was on a good schedule to be under 24 hours. At Dusty I got to see the other half of my crew. Shannon, Paulette and Kevin. They sunscreened me, gave me rice cakes and ice. It was fun to see more familiar faces. I was also informed by another friend that Scott. wasn’t doing well. Scott is a friend who I trained with a bit. I made a mental note to think about Scott while I ran. I really took some time to think about everyone who means something to me while running the race.

Some of my awesome crew mates - Shannon, Alisyn, Kevin, and Paulette
For the next four hours I would be running some of the toughest parts of the course. The canyons at midday. It’s steep descents followed by steep climbs and it’s hot. I’m a terrible downhill runner and I got passed by quite a few people. Fortunately I’m good at climbs and I reminded myself to play to my strong suits. There was a nice waist deep river crossing at the bottom of one canyon which was very refreshing. I knew the canyons would be a bitch but I was also looking forward to them because I knew the halfway point was in the middle of them. I gritted it out, agonizing poison oak dodging descent followed by kick ass climbs and repassing people who got me on the down hills. On one of the ridges a guy had set up a shade tent and was playing a cello! So cool, people are really neat. Eventually I made it to Michigan Bluff AS (55.7) and I was almost 12 hours in. I was actually still feeling pretty well. Happy to see Alisyn and crew. I was also greeted by Doug, a Folsom Trail Runner and 4 or 5 time WS veteran. He was super energetic and positive. I had been running with pebbles in my left shoe for 30 miles and he made me take that shoe off and get them out. Why didn’t I do that before? I wanted to, told myself to, but I couldn’t. I needed someone to make me do it. Ahhhh, relief. Thanks Doug!

Before my crew sent me on my way Alisyn told me that my cousin Andrea was waiting for me in Forest Hill. I started running and totally lost it. Emotion surged through me. It was very meaningful to have family come see me. I know that everyone was thinking about me all day but to have someone take the time out of their day was meaningful. And it was Andreas birthday to boot! So there I was running and sniffling along for a while until I could pull myself together. Gritted through one last canyon as I came to Bath Road AS where Kevin was waiting for me with a pillowcase full of ice. I slung it over my back to cool myself as we hiked in to Forest Hill (62). I was an hour and ten behind where I had hoped to be at that point but it was no matter. The important thing was I was still injury free and feeling decent. So cool to see Andrea there and I lost it again but not as bad. Alisyn washed my legs and tried to force a sandwich on me. I wanted to have it, it looked so good but I didn’t want to risk eating anything that might upset my stomach. My GI tract had been in perfect working order the whole time. There were some more FTR friends there as well and it was good to see so many familiar faces. Ruben was ready to pace and we got going quickly. I felt bad that I only saw Andrea for just a couple minutes after she had waited there for at least 2 hours. But, in my head I was still racing. Thanks for coming out Andrea, love you!!!

Cousin Andrea!
I'm just going to enjoy Alisyn washing my feet. She hates feet!
Every step after FH was breaking new ground for me as I’ve never run more than 62 miles. Ruben and I started making our way to the famous Rucky Chucky river crossing 16 miles away. Ruben was saying that he came prepared by bringing a headlamp. It dawned on me then that I should have gotten my headlamp from FH and being an hour plus behind meant it would be way past dark when I saw my crew next. Woopsies, that was an ameture  mistake, oh wait, I’m a novice 100 mile runner. What a concept to run from darkness into the day, all throughout the day and back into the night!

We cruised along fairly well. My energy was definitely starting to wane though. I exchanged places a couple times with Sally Mcrae, who ended up being the 10th place female. It eventually got dark and Ruben allowed me to carry his headlamp. I felt like an idiot not being prepared. I was glad to get to the American River. Over the past few months I had envisioned myself crossing it in the daylight. It was not light however, and my body was starting to have trouble regulating temperature. I was suddenly not looking forward to getting into the water. I had to suck it up though, and do it. I was very tense and that made it worse. There were glow sticks in the water illuminating the rocks which was really cool. I just concentrated on that and thanked the volunteers who had been standing in the water for hours. Once on the other side I didn’t feel so bad and we power hiked up to Green Gate (79.8). At this point I was 17 hours on my legs. I thought for sure I could finish in the next 4 to 4.5 hours.

Green Gate was the last time I would see my crew until the finish line. We performed the normal tasks. Got that dang head lamp and headed out. The remainder of the trail was really mellow. I passed quite a few more people. I saw a set of large glowing eyes and discovered it was either a large kitty cat or a small bobcat. The aid stations along the remainder of the route all blast music and the volunteers are really chipper for it being the middle of the night. I was glad Ruben stayed running with me just for the company. Normally people have two pacers but my plans didn’t work out so Ruben volunteered to run the whole 38 miles with me.

The only time I really got down was around mile 91 when I stubbed my toe on a rock. My feet were pretty beat up by then so it didn’t take much. There was one last hill to descend that really slowed me up too. I was starting to get frustrated that I had to go so slow down it and lost about 20 to 30 min. Then I hit No Hands Bridge (96.8) and I knew I was just about home free. Even still the next few miles were a bit of a grind. I hadn’t eaten as much and my blood sugar was getting low. Mentally I was feeling weary too. I was getting that “I’m ready to be done,” feeling.

Seeing the Mile 99 sign was a great feeling. We were on pavement now, just following the red painted footsteps to Placer High school. Then I could see the bright lights of the stadium. I picked up the pace a little. I told Ruben thank you and that I’d see him at the finish line. When I hit the track I saw my whole crew and a bunch of FTR’s waiting for me and cheering me on. They started running with me around the track and I felt their energy. I started sprinting, then my friends couldn’t keep up and they dropped off and those few seconds were all a blurr. I crossed that finish line in 22:08:24! Good enough for 71st place. (goal was 20-22hs) I can’t describe how good it felt to be done. Tired, yes but still healthy and good. I received my finishers medal from the legendary Tim Twietmeyer. I really wish I had gotten a picture with him. At that moment though, I wanted to hug Alisyn and see my friends. I drank a little beer and ate a little pizza. I was glad to get my shoes off too.

My finishing time! Here ia complete listing of my stats, in case you are interested. I am #71. Just click the number!

Hats off to all who supported me and aided me. I had a great race and I couldn’t have done it without you!

Would I run 100 miles again? Heck yes! One lesson learned? Get faster in the aid stations. I trained to run conservatively and I did just that. I’m sure with the experience I gained at WS I could knock a good amount of time off. I can’t wait to try! The race committee and volunteers of Western States put on a world class event.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The San Francisco Marathon Madness Week!

This weekend I head out the city for The San Francisco Marathon festivity madness!
In addition to running the Marathon on Sunday (hello 52.4 club!), you will also find me engaged in activities leading up to Sunday.

Where I will be -

Friday July 25th - 11:30pm - 3:30pm I will be working a shift at the expo held at the Fort Mason Festival Pavilion.. Please come say hello! You will find me a the Runner Tracking Booth!

Friday Night - Thirsty Bear Brewing Company! TBB is treating the SFM ambassadors to a tour and a newly made brew! But first, I need to get my Ramen fix! The sad truth is Placerville does not have Ramen and I have yet to find a Ramen spot in the surrounding areas. Oh the horror! So, yes. While in SF, I must get my Ramen fix!

Saturday July 26th - 8:30am, Shakeout  run with the Road Racing Badass; Bart Yasso.

Saturday, 1pm - Meetup/Tweetup at the expo. Please stop by! If we haven’t meet in person and only electronically, this would be the perfect opportunity!!! It was two years ago at TSFM Tweetup that I first met Paulette and we have been friends ever since!

Sunday July 27th -Go time! Race morning, I will start in Wave 3 running the marathon distance with an estimated finish time of 4:30. Perhaps I will finish before or beyond. Either way no PR’s, just running a marathon for fun! You know how we do!

I am super excited to see all my TSFM Ambassador buddies and meet a few new faces as well as see all my friends who may not be ambassadors, but are just as cool if not cooler!

Are you running in San Francisco this weekend? Drop me a note/tweet/message/text/carrier pigeon/raven and let me know, I would love to see you!

Happy Race Weekend!!!

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Make Awesome Happen

Disclaimer: The Pebble watch was provided to me by the SF Marathon partnership. I was not otherwise compensated for this post. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

The San Francisco Marathon is just around the corner! While I don't think I am as fully prepared as I would like, I am super excited!

I recently had the opportunity as a San Francisco Marathon Ambassador to play with a shiny new toy - The Pebble Watch. Pebble, a local Bay Area company, has partnered with the SF Marathon to launch a race day app, specifically for all Pebble watch wearers to track their progress on race day!

The watch syncs to my android via blue tooth technology and allows me to access texts, emails, music, and apps. I  also created my very own custom watch face! The Pebble is also a great running tool! I sync the Pebble up with the Strava app to track my miles and pace while out on a run training for The San Francisco Marathon. The sync between Pebble and Strava is only available on Android. 

Pebble charges via a USB cable and the battery life of the watch is 7 days. The side buttons make it easy to control all features mentioned above.

Honestly, there is so much you can do, I have not even began to explore all the wonderful qualities the Pebble has to offer.

What I also love about the Pebble is since they started their funding campaign in Kickstarter, they give back by supporting other Kickstarter campaigns. Most recently, Pebble offered limited edition versions of their watch as rewards to backers assisting with the Reading Rainbow campaign! This just warms my heart as I loved watching Reading Rainbow as a kid. I like when companies support others. It not only stands them out from the crowd, but I am more apt to support them and the product.

I can't wait to run with the Pebble out on the SF Marathon course! 

If you want a Pebble for your very own, The San Francisco Marathon is offering a $20 discount to registered runners and a $10 discount to everyone (retail price is $150). Click here to access the discount.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Western States Adventures - Part One

It is hard to put in words everything that happened during Western States weekend. Harder still, to give the perspective from the background. Only a crew member living vicariously through the triumphs and the pain of one runner, I write this blog in two parts.

Part One - Will be my story. My experience crewing UMM in his first hundred mile journey.

Part Two (and certainly what you will be waiting for with bated breath) - UMM's Western States race recap.

We started in Squaw on Thursday morning where we participated in some of the pre race Western States activities, chatted with friends, and took in the Western States atmosphere. Every corner we turned in Squaw Valley held a runner. It was an ultra runner convention and I got to experience it all.

That's us in Squaw
Friday went by far too fast where I was able to squeeze a run in on the beautiful Truckee River Bike Trail before UMM picked up his race bag swag and attended the mandatory meeting. As we settled in for the evening, UMM’s nerves started to set in. As a forest fire fighter, UMM is use to battling fires all day and all through the night. I reminded him of this and told him that without the fire, it is just running! This seemed to put him at ease as he was already use to physical activity all through the night.  It’s just running!

Truckee River Bike Trail

How could I not stop to take a photo?
UMM’s plan was to run his first 100 miler conservatively. He  trained hard at running at a slower pace.

Once UMM started the race, I jumped in the car and headed to Auburn where I met up with my crew at the cabins we had rented. Quick hellos and hugs, and then Ruben (who was UMM’s pacer) and his girlfriend Vanessa, jumped in the truck and we were on our way to meet UMM at Robinson Flat that was at 29 mile aid station. UMM looked great as we greeted him with rice cakes and sunblock. I had no cell service for quite some time and was not able to text the other half of the crew. Lucky I trust them completely as they are my dear friends; Shannon, Paulette, and Kevin who dedicated their whole weekend to making sure UMM’s 1st 100 miler went without a hitch.

UMM at the start line!


It was Michigan Bluff where we all united, hanging out in the shade, cheering on the front runners. We spent quite a long time at this Aid Station as I would rather be early than stressed out and late. UMM strolled in looking strong and happy. Laughing it up with volunteers. If I could only look that fabulous after running 55 miles! Now that’s talent! He spent hardly any time at all with us (which is expected of course) and away he went.

Paulette is awesome at capturing these landmarks!

Passing the time at Michigan Bluff.

Foresthill was where the party was at. Friends from the Folsom Trail Runners were volunteering, UMM’s cousin was there to cheer (on her birthday no less), and positive energy was flowing. Kevin had hiked a steep hill with UMM from Bath Road and upon seeing them run into Foresthill, I was able to run UMM into the chute. The volunteers were amazing and oh so caring! Gotta love the hundreds of volunteers it took to make the race happen!
UMM had mentioned to me in the planning stages that in Foresthill he wanted to soak his feet.When he was actually in the moment, he felt so great that he did not want to stop. He had a goal in mind and was determined to see it through! He got a bit choked up when he saw his cousin and then just like that, him and Ruben were off!

I had to. I just had to!

Photo credit goes to Janelle - the only photo you will ever catch me attending to UMM's feet.

Janelle trying to capture #TeamUMM shirts and not my armpit stains!
GreenGate was yet another fun aid station. After dinner and a much deserved yummy beer in Cool, we headed out to the 79.8 mile marker. As usual, I was worried about missing UMM so I made my crew run down the dirt hill for over a mile with all our gear! I ended up grabbing a ride with a stranger volunteer down to the AS just because I was worried about being there on time. Upon arriving to the AS and finding a spot to settle in, I realized I had left Shannon’s sweater in the strangers car. I panicked as I could not remember what the stranger looked like. In all fairness, I was in the backseat and only saw him from behind. I ran up the hill to his truck in hopes that he was still there. I ran down the hill back to the aid station. I ran back up still looking for him, and down once again. I found him finally and together we ran back up the hill!

Pizza & Beer!
Once the sweater was saved and all sweat had been removed from my forehead, I received the following text from my good friend Katie -

“You’re wearing a red shirt and black shorts?”
“I am watching you on the live stream at Green Gate RIGHT NOW!”

Because I did not have the best cell service, I received the following texts from Katie hours after.

“I wish you could wave to us.”
“This is hilarious watching you run around.”

In true Alisyn fashion, I was caught running around trying to save Shannon’s sweater like a crazy person. Of course the live feed couldn’t catch me doing something productive like saving lizards from the runners path or looking refined drinking tea and eating crumpets. Nope! I am glad I was able to provide the entertainment for that brief moment in time.

Back to UMM, he flew through the AS and Ruben decided to pace him to the end. Our crew job was done and we headed to the finish line to wait UMM’s arrival.

Paulette also is awesome at capturing decorated porta potty's!

Love my new camera phone! Look at how sharp the night pics are!

At the finish line at the Placer High School track, I hung out with the Folsom Trail Runners and my crew. We drank beer and cheered on the finishers. If I failed to say this before, I will say it again - The Folsom Trail Runners are an awesome group of people! Not only are they super supportive but so much fun to hang out with. Very happy and honored to know such a great group of folks!

Folsom Trail Runners and Crew!
Well after midnight, the natives were getting restless, so we all threw a dollar into the piggy and took bets on UMM’s finishing time while others of us took a snooze.

Winner! Clint won! He guessed the closest finishing time!

My friend Theresa had the fantastic idea to run in with UMM once he hit the track to the finish line. We headed to the entrance where UMM came running in strong. He was shocked to see so many of us cheering him on, got excited and started to sprint around the track. I of course tried to keep up. Yep! There I was, trying to sprint in my oversized yoga pants and oofos. Clearly, I could not keep up and UMM crossed the finish line in 22 hours and eight minutes.

Note me pulling up my pants!

UMM sprinting so fast, he is a blur.
I was so very proud of him! UMM had a goal to run conservatively within a certain time and he did it allowing him silver buckle status! I really believe that UMM was not running at his fullest potential and of course told him so. Instead of debating with me he agreed. I have a feeling this won’t be his last 100 miler!!!

Photo courtesy of Barbara

Clearly, running a 100 miles is no easy feat. And UMM and I are so grateful to have the support of such fantastic friends who were there for him crewing, pacing, cheering, volunteering, and also to those who were supporting him from afar, tweeting, and texting. Much love to you all!

Hugs & cheers all around!

Paulette also captured her adventures crewing UMM. And just like her, I am in totally in awe of each and every runner who ran Western States. So inspirational! But let it be known, that I have no desire to ever run 100 miles, but will continue to crew and support those who do!

Two days after the Western States race, UMM was sent out on a fire assignment. His Guest blog recap will be up as soon as he returns. It might be a two week wait but what else can we do? The life of a forest fire fighter during the summer months!

Monday, June 23, 2014

Western States Thoughts - From the Background

This week is the week! All the training and all the planning have brought me to this very moment!

With the way I am carrying on, you would think that I was the one running the Western States 100 Mile Endurance Race, but we all know that would never happen!

Just like the Boston Marathon however, I can and will live vicariously through UMM and all of his running glory...I’ll just be hanging out behind the scenes. Go TEAM UMM #322

This Thursday, we head up to Squaw and become a part of it all. UMM is as ready as he will ever be, rice cakes are made, and crew duties have all been assigned. I feel a mix of emotions ranging from excitement to nerves and everything in between (and I am just in the background).

Of course this race would not be possible without the dedication and time of our wonderful crew mates. UMM and I are so grateful to have such fabulous friends as support. Shout out’s and many thank you’s go out  to -



So, that is all I have to say really! Stay tuned as the Western States adventure unfolds!

Follow myself or Paulette on Twitter for live updates. You can also follow along on instagram - Runinsyn. Or check out the Ultra Sports Live TV Live Feed for coverage.

Have you ran a 100 mile race? Do you have any last minute tips for UMM? What about crewing 100 miles, I would love to hear your tips and tricks!

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Teeth Be With You

It was back in December when I started experiencing tooth pain. Not the rolling on the floor, end of the world I’m going to die pain, but more of a knocking I’m here and irritated kind of pain. Just to clarify. No one likes the dentist its true, top that off with a lack of dental insurance, I swept that irritated pain under the carpet. To be ignored.

PSA - Do not ignore pain. Regardless of where that pain is, go see a specialist! Pain is not to be ignored.

This should certainly be a no brainer, but I don’t know how many times I, myself ignored pains, or heard of other people doing the same. It’s just not worth it.

While running, my tooth ache taunted and teased me. I complained a lot, but did nothing about it. And, I of course kept running. Fast- forward to um, well a couple of weeks ago, I started to experience that “rolling on the floor, OMG I’m going to die pain.” I was miserable. At first I thought it was a coffee headache, but soon enough, the pain had taken over the whole side of my face. The pain came in waves and man were those waves intense! I turned into this over the counter pill popping monster. No overdoses over here and to my dismay, no pain relief either.

I fought the pain and the pain won. I finally (FINALLY) went to the dentist.
I ended up having an emergency root canal. Apparently, under a filling, my tooth had basically
died. It died! Whatever that bloody means.  
So there I was, sitting in the dentist chair, with my mouth wide open and vulnerable, staring at my oh so humbling teeth x rays, with a slightly above average (okay, hot) dentist looking into my mouth of death. Why must all my dentists be hot? It is a very cruel trick to play. No, nothing has happened to UMM. We are still fabulous, but I can still appreciate a good looking man and still feel quite embarrassed that this good looking man is working on the Teeth of Terror exhibit otherwise known as my mouth!
After a couple of weeks of experiencing excruciating pain and an emergency root canal, it would be assumed that one should lay low and let the body recuperate from all the stresses. I of course thought it was a good idea to run 20.5 miles the very next day. I did it and it is done, but it was hard. I felt nauseous, light headed, weak and everything in between. The mind is always stronger than the body and I must remember for next time that I need to let it rest. Let it rest!

In the midst of marathon training, it is easy to get caught up with training plans and schedules. It is just as easy to over train. Rest days are important too!

I have learned a lot from my teeth these past few months. Taking care of myself will not only help my running, but it is important to keep healthy that in turn will keep me fit and happy.