Goal Check-In

PUT THE MOUSE down, STOP looking at wedding dresses online, and write a blog post.  Just do it!

This fucking internet, man, its insane.  It is truly infinite.  First there are about 12,000 sites with wedding dresses that are $100-$200, based in China, where they make knock-offs and you risk getting a stunner or a dud from some slave seamstress for a bargain.  These sites each have about 4 million wedding dresses.  Oh god, and then I discovered all the pre-owned wedding dresses websites, which also have 8 million dresses for sale.  It's hard to dig through for honesty there too.  I don't trust any posting which only has the professional model photo of the dress.  Frick, then I found all the prom/pageant dress websites.  Those have a lot of terrifyingly ugly dresses, but also some in the vision I originally had--not white.  I am worried that I will look like I'm wearing a prom dress.

Wedding, here I come!

Now we're talking
I have to get away from the internet.

So hi! Quick announcement: "K" who is about to go to Central Asia for your dissertation, you are now the winner of a See Jane Run race registration! Another winner was not able to make it to the race.  You have less than 10 days to train, let me know if you're still in at!


It's starting to feel like a LONG LONG time has passed since I last raced.  The end of March was the Oakland half....and that hardly felt like a race.  It just felt like a bad run.  It's no big deal to go two months without racing, but I can feel the itch.  Or the laziness.  And the forget.  I forget how to race, not that I ever knew how, but I can barely remember what it feels like at mile 7 to be like "6 more of these!? nooooooo!!"

I made a few goals in between that last race and my next, which is in just 9 days. (Finally!)

  • One goal was to do some planking to get my core on.  In the privacy of my own home, of course.  I've done A-OK on this one--I do a 2+ minute plank about twice a week.  This is rockstar status for me, doing something consistently that isn't running!  I started with 2 minutes, and you will be amazed the hear, have added like one second each time.  Now I'm at about 2 minutes 18 seconds.  Big steps!
  • One goal was to swim more.  I think I swam 2-3 times in May.  That's okay.  Sometimes you just gotta admit, swimming sucks.  The swim cap breaks my hair; I spend 20% of the time fixing my cap, my goggles, my ears; I just showered this morning dammit; sharing a lane is just as bummerific as finding someone getting dressed right in front of your locker; the scenery....oh the dreadful scenery...and so on and so forth.
  • One goal was to run trails more.  I ran the Lafayette rim trail twice, ran from my house to Wildcat Canyon once, and tried to run this other trail from my house, and thats it.  Both non-Lafayette trails were too intimidating for me to run on by myself, and I cut it short after 2 miles.  I was getting lost and brushing up against threats of poison oak.  I hate that feeling.  Nevertheless, I have been hunting hills, especially on my long Saturday runs--which works perfectly with my current routes where I hunt for open-home signs. Hills are where the homes are at!
this could happen on your trail run.  Everything look okay?

WELL LOOK AGAIN.  It's a big snake.  Seen while on a hike in Novato last weekend.  This scares me 0.3% as much as a small spider does. 

  • One goal was to get on the treadmill and do speed work.  Totally did this! Yo, props for me! I've done something to kick my ass on the treadmill almost every week since making this goal.  The good news is that today, for the first time, I tested out whether the treadmill work was translating to outside speed, and it seems to maybe be yes? I ran on the track for the first time in ages and did 6 repeats of 800m.  Each were between 2:53 and 2:56, which is faster than I've been running them on the treadmill (2:57-2:59), and it felt a bit easier than on the treadmill.  Probably a combination of the blessed cool air (as opposed to the hot fart gym air) and the lack of a 1% incline.  However, you know, I stopped at 6 instead of going the full 10 repeats so I can't confirm the translation of speed yet.  I wanted to ease into the track, and had been feeling whoa on my run yesterday (still fighting some bug?), so didn't want to go full throttle today.  
  • One unofficial goal was to get a new pair of running shoes.  My last loyal pair was the Brooks Pure Cadence 2.  I love them.  They caused me problems just in time for the Kaiser Half and the Napa Full, and then no problems since then.  So sweet! fuckers.  I still adore these shoes, wear them during all my treadmill speedwork, and still might put them on for my upcoming half marathon.  However, I have also been playing with a newish pair of the Brooks Pure Flow 2 (Thanks msfit for the  recommendation!)  To be honest, I can't really tell the difference....I'm not the kind of runner that is very "in tune" with my running sensations.  Seriously.  That's why I can't describe to anyone my leg-lock problem.  So they mostly feel the same, except a little big bigger, more spacious for the toes, a little thicker in the cushion.  My feet are still adjusting to them, a couple odd aches in my feet....especially odd since I gave them a try to escape making my feet angry at the Pure Cadences.  Still deciding which pair to wear to race...
New shoes.  DON'T LOOK AT MY LEGS okay look.
  • One other unofficial goal was to figure out my IRON situation.  I finally got tested--ferritin levels at 31 ng/mL. Okay! Not terrible! We can work with this.  According to my results sheet, I'm well in the range of normal.  However, I've heard that distance runners should be AT LEAST above 40 (read HERE and HERE by Jaymee, one of my FAVORITE running bloggers of all time and a major idol, who just won the Eugene marathon with a 2:48).  I've been sucking down some liquid iron about 2x per week (what, you expected more of me!) whenever I remember to do it.  I get sad about blood tests since they steal so much blood for it (ironic when getting tested for low iron levels) so I don't know if/when I'll get retested.  But good to know I'm in the safe range.  And good to know I'm low enough that supplementing a small amount won't kill me.

IN OTHER RUNNING NEWS, I had my big once annual running spectacular.  I fell.

Once per year, I fall while running.  Oh wait let me rephrase, I eat shit.  I wipe out, skid forward, do things like bang my chin, scrape my palms off, bruise my knees, get permanent scars on my hip bones, elbows mangled.  My hip scar is lovely.  It has some Los Angeles pavement saved in there.

I've done well lately--I'd say its been a good 18 months since my last fall.

And this one wasn't even that bad! I just have a miniature knee on my knee (that's cute for a swollen bump) and a few scrapes.  You know what a bruised knee looks like, so I'm going to spare you from a picture.  That's a lesson for y'all who share pictures of injuries. wh-what! ew!

Here is a safe picture to look at instead
The funny thing about me when I fall while running is I turn into HULK.  I get SO MAD.  You look at me and try to help me? GET THE FUCK AWAY AND STOP LOOKING AT ME I'M FINE.  You ignore me and carry on your way? YOU PIECE OF SHIT, CAN'T YOU SEE I NEED HELP.  You can't do anything right if you are near me when I fall.  Beware.  Which is why when I came back home with scrapes on my body, the Gentleman asked, "did you yell at anybody?"

Hulk, out.

My Date With David

Just me, or is the only thing going on up here lately spam.  Spaaaaammmm!  Khhhhhaaannn!

This is running blogging gone haywire.  Get ready. Here's whats going to happen: I'm going to talk very briefly about running, and then very long-windedly about my personal silly non-running life. 

Recap of last week in running: I felt pretty sick, not many runs went well, but I had fun running while stalking "for sale"/"open home" signs in Oakland/Berkeley.  The not so fun part was reading the listing prices on the brochures.  A 2 bed/1 bath at 1200 sq feet in desirable Oakland neighborhoods sells for the price of two Texas mansions.  Good thing law school made me extremely rich.  Sarcastic? yes.  We'll be rich when we are retiring, just in time for me to start dying.  Maybe I need to pull a Gatsby and start selling that still a hot market?

(See how I just name dropped two cool movies? That's Star Trek up there and the Great Gatsby.  I smell another movie review post in the future....)

Recap of this week in running: Decent lactate threshold tempo "wave" run on the treadmill, six miles alternating between half mile at 9.1 mph (6:35) and 9.8 mph (6:07).  Decent aerobic tempo wave run on the treadmill, one hour alternating full miles at 8.8 mph (6:48) and 9.5 mph (6:18).  (These workouts explained in this post.)  Again, not sure if I'm getting faster at running...but I've gotten faster at treadmills.  I still get the ole leg-lock when I do these treadmill runs.  It's very calf-knee focused.  For reasons related to not being able to take time off work (saving up for honeymoon time-off, and have had to miss work for stupid things like meeting caterers), I have not been able to meet with any docs lately.  Yup, still me, the idiot running through pain.  If "leg-lock" can be called pain.

I've mentioned before that we are house-hunting, wedding planning, and honeymoon planning, but what I probably didn't mention is that this means this year of the snake, 2013, will be one where I continue to fizzle out on my blog participation (I'm glad you didn't notice).  Running/blogging are two things I do in my spare time, and right now most of that precious spare time has been directed towards getting our shit together for our various grand events and adventures.  Not sure why it didn't occur to me that it would be very difficult and urgent to try to plan a wedding in less than four months when we finally chose a date a few weeks ago...

My thought process, I imagine, was that our wedding would be so casual and simple that it would not require any planning.  But then, one search for invites led to another search for wedding sashes led to a pinterest labyrinth of death, and I just got sucked into the damn thing.  Still will be the simplest wedding most of our guests have ever been to, but it turns out I WILL be wearing a white (ivory) dress.  Other traditional wedding elements have slowly been dripping into the planned day.

It turns out that no matter how hard I TRY NOT TO BE, I'm still just like every other girl.

For now, I'm going to invite you all into this sloppily planned journey to the wedding date/ house hunting/ vacation planning. If it turns out this is painfully boring to read, I will slip back to slapping up treadmill stats.  That's interesting stuff.  

Here, lets start with the thing that ruined me.

One text, from my mom: "appt next Saturday at 3:00 at David's Bridal."

Me: "ok. not buying anything though."

I was thinking: I know what I want.  I want a NON-WHITE dress.  Ideally, a soft sage color, maybe a pale lilac.  Something ethereal, light, easy to wear, $500 or less.  David's Bridal sounds trashy.  I'm so above DB.  But I'll go as a starting point to learn what kind of dress styles I like, to appease my mom, and to have fun.

Halfway through the appointment, I was still thinking white wedding dresses are sappy and that David was not going to be the man to dress me.

By the end of the appointment, I still did not purchase anything....but I think ultimately my dress will be from DB.  I tried on some beautiful dresses!  All the ones I liked were under $600.  That's freakin rad! After browsing the earth (i.e. scouring the internet at all available moments the week post-DB for other dresses since I was warned I needed to order a dress RIGHT NOW to have it tailored in time for the wedding), I really don't think I can find a comparable new dress in the $300-$600 price range.  Which I have arbitrarily decided is my price range.  I mean, it's cliche but true: you wear the thing ONCE.  Hard to justify a 1x wear at the $1000++ price range.

So in order of least favorite to favorite, here were my choices.  You can probably judge my feeling toward the dresses from my facial expression, which whoops, I did not know I was making at the time.  I only recall focusing on trying to teach my poor mom how to take a photo from my iphone.  (yup, just me and my mom.  I trust her opinion more than anyone else, even though she is a liar liar pants on fire who pretty much likes any clothes I put on.)

Number 10.

Two way tie between the losing dresses.

I felt like a child playing dress-up in the princess ball gown on the left.  It got seven "nos" and then one more "no".

The one on the right was on super sale so I gave it a quick go, but it felt like it was for a 15 year old.  I think that just means it reminded me of 1999.  It got six "I'll give you two dolla for this" and three "can I borrow your math homework, Chelsea?"

Number 9.

Ruching (what word am I looking for?) in the front is my least favorite look.  Lot's of purposeful unflattering wrinkles.  Ruching, and in kind, this dress, is not for me.  Although the back was pretty rad, now that I'm looking back at the photos.

I gave it five "no, I don't want no ruching" and one "heyyy, girl."

Number 8.

Another beautiful back, another ruching front.  Too bad I can't just walk backwards the whole day and greet people with a beautiful dress back-line.

Have you noticed that wedding dresses are ALL about the back? I guess its a good day to recognize the beauty of the rear view of a woman.  "Good sir, I present to you in the flesh for your infinite sexy time pleasure, this beautifully embellished backside.  You may now marry this backside."

This one got four "no-no-nos" and one "damn angel princess back, you fine!"

And may I mention, trying on dresses that are not the right size and then pretending they look good by "clipping" them, doesn't trick anybody.  It's no wonder my top two dresses were ones I was able to try on in close to my actual size.

Number 7.

Falling into the pattern of party in the back, boring as a blog post about protein powder on the front.  This one got three "pursed lips, closed eyes, nooo child" and three "this would be gorg if the back didn't remind me of clipping a family sized bag of Doritos chips."

Number 6.

My opinion on illusion necklines is...lose the illusion.  Real skin is so much prettier! And less like an ice-skater's uniform! Nevertheless, a beautiful dress. As you can see from my hand in the pictures I was playing with different sashes for it.  I felt it needed some pop.  Am I starting to sound like a D-list version of Tim Gunn? I'm not 100% for lace, but I like the look more than some other fabrics.  Like potato sack fabric, aluminum, shag rug.   

Five "this illusion isn't fooling anyone" and three "come this way to the gov'ners ball ma'am for some sweet tea."

Number 5. 

I did not appreciate the little sunflower embroidery that you can see if you look closely on the upper half of dress number five, but I like the shape.  I call it the "1940's bathing suit shape, with a flowy skirt coming out of it."

Two "finally something fits" and 81 "no sunflowers on my wedding dress plz."


Number 4.  

This one I picked out on my own to try on from the DB catalog in store.  I had initially been leaning towards a slinky, silky look.  I was surprised to find that it actually felt very heavy, not slinky and sexy, and made me feel twenty years older than I am.  Not the feel I was going for.  But I liked the general shape a lot.  Britney Spears taught me a lot in my fashion-development years about a low-waist line, and I still like that low-slung look.  A small smile starting to crack...?

Number 3.5

I ran out of numbers.  

Soft and pretty! The sash did not come with the dress.  Just a simple nice shape that I could totally deal with and have a happy time wearing.  But in the end, there were no sparks.  We were just meant to be platonic friends.  It's not you, it's me.

sixteen "I wanted it to be you so bad, but I just didn't feel that connection.  I'm so sorry."--every bachelor ever.

Number 3.

A dress I actually like.  The only problem is, it was so heavy.  I WILL be the bride who falls in the aisle in something like this.  And dancing is like, 73% of weddings, so I've got to consider the dance-ability factor.  

This one gets one "shame, shame, can't dance in this" and one "shazaam, I will untie all those naughty little bows."

I think this one was also over $1000.  At least it looks like it rightly should be. 

Number 2.

People always say things like, "the pictures don't do it justice."  Well, I don't want a dress that is beautiful in person, but looks boring or plain or ugly in pictures.  It's got to look good in pictures! That's all the proof you have that your dress is pretty at the end of the day.

Well....the pictures don't do this dress justice.  It was flattering, I loved the fit and feel.  But the detail that I loved was the light, ethereal fabric that had dotting throughout.  A very easy dress to wear. Unfortunately, you can't see this pretty detail unless you enter my aura zone. Nevertheless, this one is still in the running.  It was one of the least pricey of all!

If you haven't noticed yet -- I have sport bra chafe marks on my chest in most of these pictures.  Lately Sports Glide hasn't been making the cut for any runs that are fast, or that are over 13 miles.  The marks fade by the end of the day, but it isn't pretty for those first few hours. I guess this means no running the morning of my wedding...or buying better sport bras?

Number 1. 

Number one! Number one!  As is obvious from this whole countdown thing I put you through... 

It's more delicate and feminine than I think is suitable for me...but it was light, comfortable, flattering, and I'm a fan of all the shapes.  The shoulder line, the sweetheart line, the back keyhole cute, the simple straight draping.  There were also many various sash options to be played with.  The sash on the left photo comes with the dress; the one on the right would be an extra purchase.

My only wish is that I could get this dress in a slightly off-color.  More of a champagne, or blush, or pastel of any sort. 

Sooooo, now I've surely set myself squarely up for someone to tell me this was the most self-absorbed, annoying post they've ever read.  I basically just put on a modeling show for you, instead of crying about tornadoes and machetes.  To that I say FUCK.  Listen, this week and next week my life is getting this event pinned down.  It's consuming about 40% of my brainspace right now, which is way too much.  I know you've all gone through this process, or likely will in the future, and if you are in the latter category, now you know that David's Bridal is a totally acceptable place to start and end your wedding attire hunt. I feel bad that I started off thinking it was "trashy." More like genius, convenient, thank you for existing.  Additionally, now, you can give me your advice.  I'd love to hear your dress recommendation! Did I rule out a stunner? Alternate dress website/ physical store recommendations?  I do still have a few lustings for expensive dresses at that I am trying to banish.  Also open to advice for a photographer.  A hair/makeup person.  A tailor.  A ring. with wood in it.  Shoes.  Sexy sexy underthings.  This is a good place to stop.

Dead Giveaway

The most important thing about mother's day is that I tell the internet how LUCKY I AM, and hopefully the word gets back to my mom that I was writing about that to people she doesn't know on the internet.   AND here's a picture of me when I was realllllly cute at 3 years old, with my MOM.

Aw just kiddin.  This is me and my niece. 
(I adore and would do anything for my mom.  Except birth her a grandbaby. Maybe someday I'll figure out how to write her the blog post she deserves, because she is UNLIKE anyone you have ever met.  The good and the very good.  She is one fantastic spastic one of a kind.)

I taught my niece how to take a selfie.  We took a lot together.  I'll do anything to keep her attention, but she won't be a very good blogger because she got bored with selfies pretty quickly.

My mother's day weekend was a combination of terrible (my 1+ year health streak of not getting sick was tarnished by a miserable sore throat that turned into losing my voice, sleepless nights, coughing fits) and wonderful (BottleRock festival in Napa meant the vibe of my hometown was bubbling with excitement, and my sisters were all in town for the mothers day weekend.)

It got me all pumped for Outside Lands Festival.  Yeasayer!? Paul McCartney!? The lineup is impossible to turn down.

I got in my Gemma time over the weekend, and now so shall you.

Selfie # 2
Here's why its okay to allow children to eat cake.  Because she ate two spoon-licks of cake and was done.  I don't think she noticed any difference between this and her normal green beans.  I totally get it! I love my greens AND I love my cake! I am not satisfied with two bites though.

This is our family tradition, rum cake, from Napa's buttercream bakery, and it just kills me.  I love this stuff.  You would probably be appalled to know that I eat around the "cake" part.  I just eating the frosting, whipped cream, and rum filling.  It is a rare cake that will get me to eat the "cake" part.  Frosting all day everyday.

We also ate the best tacos.   Everyone knows moms love tacos.  It's not a stereotype if it's TRUE.  
Credit to Chef Manny!  I love when my sister and her boyfriend come up to visit from San Diego because it means we will be eating very well.  

She's always too spastic to get more than a blur.
She put this hat on, I'm pretty sure because she knows it made her cute. 
enough, enough of that!  No more taking credit for the cuteness of other human beings!  It's kind of rubbing off on me though, right? I'm cuter by association?

I have been feeling good enough to run (and feeling good while running) this past week despite this sore throat business, until this morning.  I wanted to revisit the 10x800m repeats on the treadmill (first try, I did 10 at a 2:59 split, with some longer breaks in between; second try, I did 10 at 2:58 pace with 0.25 mile break in between; this time I wanted 10 at 2:57 pace with 0.25 mile break in between.)

I made it to number 7; then needed some serious breaks in between.  I could tell it was because I was sick, not because the running was too fast.  I felt so HOT I just needed some freaking fresh air.

But I finished it up, 10 repeats at 2:57 pace, with long (4:00 min at least) jogging/walking breaks in between the last three.   (I estimated a 2:57 pace by running 10.2 mph mixed with 10.1 mph for each repeat.)

As an FYI, lately I've only been posting about the treadmill runs because those are the hard ones, and the noteworthy ones.  I've been running about 2x per week on the treadmill, and 3-4 times outside.  It's all about the outside of course, still.  I just run hellza slow and easy out there.

I finally got back to the See Jane Run giveaway post, sorry for the delay....

The winners ARE:

JILL, for her impeccable presentation and her remarkable talent in husbandry skills.

(comment: "I would love to win an entry to a SJR race. I'd probably go to Boise or Wichita.")

KATE, for her display of beauty and strength in the swimsuit portion.

(comment: "I set my half PR on this course last year after getting a free entry - hoping lightening strikes twice!")

RUNBIRDIERUN, for doing the best reenactment of Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.

Truthfully, I made the Gentleman pick 10 numbers between 1 and 79, and then picked the first three of those numbers that actually landed on someone who was entering the giveaway.  Email me at so we can get you race-registered!

Twitter Epiphanies, Treadmill PR, and A Wondrous Giveaway Of Something You Actually Want

One week check-in after using Twitter.

So far I 76% hate it.  It is a massive time waster and feels much more commercial and urgent than Facebook.  I'm on team Facebook.  Nevertheless, Twitter has made me realize the following things:
  • I am the kind of person who thinks I have a good sense of humor because I laugh at funny things, but it turns out, I am not witty in 140 characters or less.  In other words, I am good at reading tweets.  I am not good at writing them.
  • Hashtags, as I always suspected, are nothings.  They are nothings! They are just back-end titles for a sentence.  
  • Nobody works? I know Facebook already taught me this lesson.  But I cannot wrap my mind around HOW people are able to document their random thoughts throughout the day.  A day documenting my "random thoughts" would look like this:
    • 10:18 a.m.: shit, I really gotta finish this motion draft by 1:00.
    • 12:30 p.m.: ugh.  A nastygram from opposing counsel.  Must resist urge to write irrational bitchy response. 
    • 2:30 p.m.: Sweet release, check the internet while I pee.
    • 4:00 p.m.: fuuuuuck, it's already four!?  
    • 4:45 p.m.: If I were to write something funny on twitter right now, maybe I would say--oh hi, yes, let's talk about that opposition brief.
    • 6:30 p.m.: I'm hungry.  My work now has diminishing returns.
    • 7:30 p.m.: somehow this popcorn is making me hungrier?  I have to go.  I swear I'll come in early tomorrow to finish this up.
    • Next morning: running is way better than getting to work early.  run run run run run. 
  • So I've clearly got to work on being more interesting during the day.  Insert some observational humor about how big a MORON that Starbucks barrista was for writing my name on the cup as Katelyn instead of Caitlin.  what an idiot, amiright? 
  • Why are Instagram posts on Twitter? Why are twitter posts on Facebook? Why so much overlap? Do you see the duplication here folks? In the world where I am in charge, it would only be blogs. More than 140 characters is nice.  We can get to know each other this way.
  • Taylor Swift loses her virginity on video like, twice a day.  #twitterspam. 


This was exciting for me! I've been rocking my 9.39 miles in one hour "record" since Feb 2012, and honestly that sounded insanely fast and I didn't think I would ever beat it.

This beautiful morn, I ran 9.50 perfect little miles on the treadmill in one hour.  1.0 incline of courrrrse. Average 6:18 pace?

The huge caveat, of course, is that I cannot run on a treadmill for an hour without stopping to mop up my sweaty face and chug some water, but I can still measure my progress against my old "record" because I also had to step off the belt for a few seconds for my old "record".  

I would guesstimate that I stepped off the belt for 10-20 seconds four times?  So we can consider this 4 tempo repeats with a 15 second recovery. 

The run was a reverse progression run--I started at 9.8 mph (6:07 pace) and worked down 0.1 mph every 10-ish minutes, finishing at 9.2 mph.  It was hard, but manageable.  I could feel one of my hamstrings getting tired near the end, but that's my only bad memory from the run. 

(I honestly don't know how anyone could run for one hour on a treadmill without stopping.  Even if I'm running slow on a treadmill I have to step off for a few seconds after 30-40 minutes due to thirst.  I guess I could buy a sip-top water bottle...)

hahahahahahahahaha to infinity.....

I took this photo because I wanted to talk about my new shoes and bright pink shorts.  I will do that in a later post.  As for now, I just have to point out that this makes my legs look about 3000% longer and leaner than they actually are.  And in turn, I have just discovered why so many internet nerds post these disgusting pictures of their legs taken from this vantage point.  Seriously, these pics gross me out.  This picture of MY legs grosses me out.  Especially because it is a massive misrepresentation.  My legs do NOT look like this.

Anyway. Me and the treadmill have buddied up for a few other tough runs.

We also met last Saturday morning.  I would never choose to run on the TM on a Saturday.  Saturdays are my "run long and forever up and over the hills and wherever I want to explore" day.

Last Saturday, I needed to work, and I needed to get to work early-ish, and I NEED to catch up on sleep on weekends.  I also didn't want to give up my Saturday long run.  So I had to figure out a way to get in my desired long run, while waking up at 7:00.

Solution: treadmilllll.  20 miles in the open wild takes me 3 hours, not including time chilling at the water fountain chewing on whatever sugar I brought with me.  20 miles on the treadmill takes me less than 2.5 hours.

So 20 miles in 2:23 it was, bouncing around between 8.0 and 8.8 paces, plenty of drink breaks, so we can call it 19.7 miles.

As for the other details of my running routine....I haven't gone for a swim in at least two weeks.  As soon as it got really hot out, I FEARED THE PEOPLE that would start to emerge at the gym pool to get their tan on.  So I've been avoiding it....which is weird...since I always hated swimming in the 30 degree air.  But I simply haven't wanted to swim.

I have been rolling my butt on a tennis ball, still need to order a medicine ball since the tennis ball has some give (thanks for the tips) but I do think it's helping my leg lock a little! I mean CUMMON.  There's no fucking way I could run 9.5 miles in one hour on a treadmill with a serious injury.  I seem to be doing okay? Can never tell if I'm feeling whole or just getting better at managing pain....

And in blog moderating stuff, I just want to say sorry that I haven't replied to any comments in a while. I never intend to do that, but sometimes 3 days goes by and I just don't make it up in here, and then it seems too late.  If I've ever accidentally skipped a question or solid advice, please repeat it and I will try to give it the time it deserves.


Shit just got real for you!

I'm so excited to tell you.  That you're gonna get some PRO-COMPRESSION! ####what!?

No you're not.  You're getting....


nah.  You're getting THE CHANCE TO WIN A BOOK SIGNED BY ME!! I didn't write the book though.  Just signed it.

Signed by this cool slurpee friend
Okay really, this silly lead up is to remind you that many giveaways belong hidden in a mud hut, but this is the best kind, the kind I want, the kind I want to GIVE you, cause it's FREE RACE REGISTRATION BITCHES!



Here's the schedule of races that you can choose from if you win:

Each race offers a half marathon and a 5k.  See here for more info about the race and the goodies that come with it.

**See Jane Run races are "women's" races, but men can sign up and run, and can win this giveaway.  Both years I've run the half, I've seen a male racer up near the front with me.  Your time will be counted but the finisher prizes are for women only.**

The half registration is $85, so be a stud and win! And then run the half!

If you want to enter, mention SJR in the comments; if you aren't interested, comment and DON'T mention SJR obvi, stupid.

Would love to see some of you in Alameda in June!  Since the races are approaching soon, I will try to shut this giveaway down and announce the 3 winners next Monday evening/Tuesday morn.  Good luck!