Running my way through California

Its no secret here on the blog – or to anyone in my life – that I miss all my friends in Santa Cruz, like a lot.  So much so that half the time I day dream about quitting law school, selling all my stuff, and hopping on a plane and inviting myself to live in one of my friends’ spare bedrooms.  And trust me, there were a few times it was so close to happening I’m almost surprised it didn’t.

But, as luck would have it I was able to find my way back to Santa Cruz in mid-May after second semester finals were over, AND will be finding myself back there in August – and I’m pretty sure that’s what allowed me to get back on the plane last Sunday was knowing I would be going back…


There’s no place like home…or Leslie’s home for a get together 🙂

Of course, in true runner form, the first thing I did when Meg picked me up from the Airport May 10, well after catching up of course, was head out with her and another one of the running wives for a few miles of my long run.  I finished it out solo b/c Meg had already run a 10k race that morning, and I needed to get 10 on the books on the Santa Cruz rollers to boost my confidence for Capitola Half Marathon on May 18.  And then we had Verve coffee…because we had to.


Later, we headed out for delicious dinner + drinks downtown.

Meg & Me

Meg & Me

Sunday morning we had a late morning run with some of the running wives on the hills of Santa Cruz and a new-to-me path. We refueled in the evening with some delicious BBQ foods later a la casa de Leslie – who, btw, throws the best house parties around!


Some of my running wives at the BBQ

w/ Claudia & Laura at the BBQ

w/ Claudia & Laura at the BBQ

I will admit the fact that I was in California, running in some of my favorite places made taking the rest days I was supposed to take very very difficult.  So difficult, in fact, that I wasn’t sure that my half marathon race was going to go well?  Usually I like to have 2-3 rest days during race week – and like to be about 10ish miles total shorter (including the race – w/ the exception of a marathon race week) of my previous few weeks’ total mileage.  But that quickly went out the window.

Monday I did take a rest day, and just hung out in Santa Cruz with the pups at Meg’s house while she taught or something ridiculous like that – I mean, what’s work?



And Monday night I got to have tacos (we don’t have real tacos in Virginia/DC) with a good friend, and see the Santa Cruz sunset. I had forgotten how beautiful it was.


Santa Cruz sunset at Pleasure Point

Tuesday morning, it was back to running with Meg & Leslie before heading to San Jose to meet my nephew and hang out with my family for a few days.  Got in a couple solid runs, spent plenty of time loving on my niece and nephew and helping out my brother and sister-in-law and got to even go to the Giants game with my brother, sister and niece!


Cutest little man in the world (I’m biased)

Hanging with my niece

Hanging with my niece


Melting at the Giants game w/ my sister

Then it was back to Santa Cruz to hang out with PhD friends and run/eat some more good food on Thursday.

Drinks w/ PhD friends

Drinks w/ PhD friends

I also got to experience RecoveryPump…

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RecoveryPump insanity.

Friday it was more miles along the coast with the girls, chased with an evening of sushi and wine for girl’s night out!

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All the ladies – fancy and not.

The fancy ladies

The fancy ladies

After what felt like a solid week of eating, drinking and running nonstop, it was time to start getting mentally ready for the half marathon on Sunday…but since this post is already like longer than any post I’ve ever written, I’ll leave it here for now.  I’ll leave it on a high note from all the friendship, family fun, food, wine, and of course running that happened over my post-finals week in California.  It was easily the best week of 2014 so far.  And it finished with a wonderful race weekend at Capitola Half Marathon…

What is your best week of 2014 so far?  Or best day?


SJ Giant Race

Last week, after some convincing by my good friend Leslie, Meg, Hillary and I found ourselves signed up for the SJ Giant Race on Saturday, June 1.  Yes, my first race in over two months (the last one was when I PRed at the 5k before giving in to my injury.)  With all of two days to mentally and physically prepare myself, my goal was to run hard, to see where my fitness was at.

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Race morning came and we met at 6am, and headed over the hill to San Jose.  We arrived and parked with only about 25 minutes to spare, and by the time we hit the bathroom, Leslie and I only had about 5 minutes to warmup for our 5k before we had to make our way to the front of the pack.  Hillary and Meg were running the five mile race as a progression run, so I did not get to run with them.

I started off really strong in the race.

Mile 1: 6:40

I felt good, and heading into the second mile I was still running strong.  But then, then it hit me.  The stomach of death.  And I started feeling crappy, and slowing down.

Mile 2: 7:01

By the time I was running the third mile, my body was dragging, my stomach was winning, and then we hit some grassy portions and cobblestones that made me watch my step as I was running.

Mile 3: 7:24

Then I saw the mile 3 sign and I started picking up pace — just .1 to go!  Oh wait, it was really like .2 to go.  Though I did love how we finished by running into the outfield of the SJ Giants stadium.

Time: 21:30

Hillary, Meg, Me, Leslie post-race

Hillary, Meg, Me, Leslie post-race

Though it wasn’t my best race, it was a fun one for sure.  I loved spending the morning at a race with my favorite SFM ambassador Meg, and two of my favorite SCE ladies, Hillary and Leslie (who won the 5k with a time of 19:40!!).  And officially meeting another fabulous Santa Cruz runner, Trinity, who took second in the 5k!

Meg, Leslie, Trinity, Me, Hillary post-race

Meg, Leslie, Trinity, Me, Hillary post-race

Once the results were posted, I was surprised to find out that my 21:30 got me 5th woman OA and 1st in my AG!  Nice surprise for a not-feeling-so-well race.  Yay!

Fellow SFM Ambassador Meg & I post-race

Fellow SFM Ambassador Meg & I post-race

I don’t want to downplay this, I know that I have become much faster and a better runner over the past year. I mean a year ago I was excited to run a 22:50 5k.  And now a 21:30 is ‘not-so-good’ race.  I know that I have come a long way, and am so proud and happy of my accomplishments.  But, I’m working hard for — and am really trying — to become stronger and faster.  I’m not disappointed in my performance, I’d just like to (for once) not have a stomach problems and perform to the best of my ability.  One thing is for certain: I need to figure out what the heck is up with my stomach these days.  I even took 2 immodium at 5:30am, and the only thing that did was make me constipated for the next two days.  TMI, you’re welcome.

What’s up next?  The Fabulous 5k at the SF Marathon on June 16, 2013.  And then, I’m headed south to Peru for a month, where I’m trying to find a road race, but will otherwise be focused on crosstraining sightseeing and getting in short runs when I can.

Will you be there SFM weekend?  If so, come look for me and all the other ambassadors at the Expo Friday & Saturday — and on the course, race day!

Run, Turkey, Run (and a PR!)

So, the blog has been empty for a little over two months.  I apologize, but with my running on a hiatus due to a horrible foot injury there really wasn’t much to blog about in terms of running.  What did I do?  Oh, I tore my plantar fascia tendon on a training run with Meg.  And no, contrary to rumors, she did not trip me for fear of me beating her at CIM this weekend (Good luck, btw!).  In fact, she was my guardian angel, and ran the 5 miles back to our cars to come get me when I couldn’t stand up to walk across the pathway to a bench.  Now that’s a true friend.  And while I was thinking I was going to be sidelined for months with inactivity…I was wrong.  Very wrong.

Much to my dismay (I tried to put my CrossFit membership on hold for a month), my CrossFit coaches decided that I could in fact keep doing CrossFit even if I was on crutches for two and a half weeks and my foot in a boot for four weeks.  They set me up with an intensive arm/ab cycle (bench press, strict press, pullups, T2B, sit ups, good mornings, dips, etc) that kept me occupied and burning during my rehab – and added a hell of a lot of definition to my arms, if I do say so myself.  On top of that, I picked up aquajogging, swimming and spinning early in the morning to keep the cardio mileage and time up.  I kept active, started eating paleo (90% of the time), and picked up the cross training.  And my, oh my did it pay off.

Just two weeks before Thanksgiving (for which I had pre-registered for a 10k, and then dropped to the 5k), I was given the a-okay to start running.  I was BEYOND stoked.  I started easing in taking a day off between my runs, and started with a 1 miler on the treadmill, then a 2 miler.  And since I was feeling really good, I picked it up and ran 3 on the road with Leslie and Meg.  I followed that up with a 1.5 mile run, a 3 mile run again with the ladies, and then took a few days hiatus, before running another 3 the Tuesday before Thanksgiving.  Through it all, there has been no pain in the foot (a miracle!), and I was very careful not to push myself too hard.  The same, however, cannot be said for Run, Turkey, Run 5k.

My goal was to just run the 3.1 miles.  My sister flew in for town for Thanksgiving so I didn’t have to spend it family-less, and she was just running it, so I was supposed to do the same.  I wasn’t supposed to go for time, I was just supposed to finish Run, Turkey, Run 5k.

Pre race, super excited to be running again!

Well, Thanksgiving morning I was feeling really good.  And as the race started, I just went on feel.  Next thing I know?  I’m running 7:00 for the first mile.  I knew this was bad, so I pulled back — or so I thought: 7:13 for the second mile.  The third mile my legs decided to hate me, and it was a 7:40, and the last .07 was at some unknown pace.

My sister and I post Turkey Trot

Next thing I know I finished 6th woman OA (I thought I was 5th, but apparently some woman behind me snuck in), and 3rd in my AG (20-29).  Oh yeah, and I ran my way to a shiny PR.  Yes, a 22 second PR with a time of 22:23 (7:13/mile pace for 3.07), having only been running for not even a full two weeks prior.

All smiles with my AG 3rd place medal!

Talk about cross training paying off, and not losing any speed during injury.  Hell, I got faster.

It was a great way to get back into running, and has made me super excited for the months of running in front of me (and here’s to NOT getting injured anytime soon — knock on wood!).  And all the crosstraining has definitely made me really thankful for the days that I can get out there and run.  Its amazing what a little perspective will do for you.

How did you spend your Thanksgiving?  Did you run a turkey trot?  I spent it with great friends and family (yay sis!), and was happy to be running in the morning.  I seriously couldn’t have been more thankful for that.