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That time I chicked a Crossfit dude up a hill at 7mo pregnant

Things are coming down to the wire. We had our last completely free weekend and now are faced with a baby shower, birth & CPR classes, picking a pediatrician, going to the police department to make sure the car seat is installed properly, a late Friendsgiving/Festivus celebration and other general holiday things to take up the last remaining weeks. I'm slowing down, too. Walks are still happening but definitely no running. The pressure of gravity is uncomfortable even when stationary so I do

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tinkbot

 

Oh Boy. You Say I Have a Half This Weekend??

A few weeks ago I managed to run an 8.1 and a 5 in a span of 48 hours. My friend pointed out that if I added the times together I’d have run a 2:03/2:04 1/2  marathon. What? No. I’d pretty much convinced myself if I came in sub 2:30 I’d be lucky. I checked her math and she was right. After returning from Texas I set out to run 9 miles. I chose one of the routes I trained for Boston on. I don’t know exactly what happened but my feet just went crazy. 7 of the 9 miles were sub 9:00. A pace I h

ocrunnergirl

ocrunnergirl

 

Running only on days ending in "Y"

I’ve been looking for motivation as we head into the worst part of the running year for me.  Holiday parties with too much food, tins of cookies, seemingly every gift consisting of beer or whiskey, or something used to drink beer or whiskey.  What does it say about me?  Does every person who gets me a gift think, “Eureka!  I know what that lush needs…more booze!”  And you know when someone gives you a bottle of whiskey, you have to go through the ritual of opening it, pouring a few glasses and s

RoyalDryness

RoyalDryness

 

The City So Nice They Named it Twice

Oh goodness, where to start? The New York City Marathon was so much more awesome than I ever imagined, and I’m sure I won’t do justice to the experience here. But that doesn’t mean I won’t try! I left DC on Thursday via Amtrak (my favorite way to travel anywhere on the I-95 corridor), with coffee in my hands and manic excitement in my eyes… I arrived at NY Penn Station around noon, and walked the handful of blocks north to the Port Authority bus terminal, where my mom was due in

HotPinkSneakers

HotPinkSneakers

 

Medium Miles

How many miles is too many? I'm kind of itching for more at the moment, but not so much when my alarm chimes at 4a.m. Last week, number 2 of 18 of marathon training, called for 55 miles total. Yes, this is just ramping up. The long run was to be 16 with 8 at marathon pace. But running buddy had 22 on his plan and wanted to incorporate an organized half marathon course preview. With a couple of extra days off for Thanksgiving, I figured I could move my schedule around a bit to accommodate. M

mattw

mattw

 

the day fiona apple got busted at the border checkpoint in texas. a photo essay.

I got my feet On the ground And I don’t go To sleep to dream — the prophet fiona — Mo always says dreams are supposed to mean something. I’m still trying to figure out last night’s. I’m running on a treadmill. There’s a guy on the TM next to me also running. He stops, and there is much hoopla (note to self: must say "hoopla" more in casual conversation. In the unlikely event you ever have a casual conversation). A TV crew swoops in; confetti drops. He says he has broken the World Recor

garbanzo a gogo

garbanzo a gogo

 

"WE WERE ON A BREAK!"

That was running and me, for the last 7 weeks or so. It has been years of on again, off again training for marathons. Between and within the ebb and flow of training cycles were all the half marathons, 5ks and 10ks, triathlons, duathlons, bike races, and fun runs with kiddos. Exhaustion, throbbing muscles, poring over data, endless entries in training logs, planning for the next race, speedwork, long runs, weekends of trying to balance life, sleep, and training.  I need a break from yo

PegLeg

PegLeg

 

PPTC TT RR

I'm standing with Sarah, hunched into each other against the cold.  We're as close to the start as we can get.  It's packed full of runners, walkers and run/walkers of all types.  Some in groups.  Some in costume.  Some bundled up and some, like me, barely covered.     It's 35* but I'm going for a PR so I'm just in my team jersey and shorts.  I wore some heavy duty arm warmers with cuffins but my hands are still freezing.  I shiver and Sarah gives me a semi-worried, semi-reproachful lo

Keep Running Girl

Keep Running Girl

 

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

That's right. Four (count 'em - 1, 2, 3, 4!) ouches in one bloop. BTW, did you know that Chrome's spellcheck doesn't recognize the plural of "ouch?" Ouch #1 Because Wednesday is interval day, I threw a few 800 repeats into the six miles I had planned for last week. I'm not especially fast right now, which is OK, but some hard effort a couple of times a week is good. What wasn't good was the tug I felt in my left hamstring about halfway through the second 800. I slowed to a dangerous jo

Dave

Dave

 

thanks, new balance!

The biggest problem with being slow in a race is kids. Or more specifically, The Kid. In my extensive clinical research, I have found there is something in the kid mentality that results in an endless series of fartleks in races, with me being the telephone pole the kid is sprinting past, only to apply the brakes as soon as he is in front of me. Saturday's race went something like this. I am trotting along. Kid is behind me. Kid kicks it into overdrive. Kid sprints past me. Kid comes t

garbanzo a gogo

garbanzo a gogo

 

Mojo Rising?

I really wish I had pictures for this one, there were some good ones, but my phone has been on the fritz and, well, let's just say the battery dies if I try to do anything cool. So the only pictures I took for this race were a selfie before and a selfie after. But really, I feel like I maybe turned a corner (although it wasn't soon enough to make a difference for the upcoming Rehoboth festivities). Dear Loopsters, we last met after I vanquished the marathon demon. I sacrificed many toenail

slcathena

slcathena

 

A Few Speed Bumps

I guess things were going too smoothly this year, so November decided to be a nasty bugger. The plan was to keep ramping up the miles while throwing in three races. And to race them hard. Well, the first race turned out warm and windy and I got shingles two days before. So I didn't really race it. Still it turned out alright, and the shingles seemed to fade pretty fast. The pain never got too bad and was gone after a week. The week after the race I missed a run due to unforeseen schedu

BANGLE

BANGLE

 

running with turkeys

Back in the old days, I hated turkey trots because they were just a bunch of people who dressed up in costume to have fun and didn't particularly care about the race. These days, I love turkey trots because they're just a bunch of people who dress up in costume to have fun and don't particularly care about the race. Life is all about perspective ...  

garbanzo a gogo

garbanzo a gogo

 

Pseudo Running

Well, if you are a part of Loopville on facebook you already know – no marathon for me next weekend. After a foolish attempt at running on the treadmill 2 weeks ago (is that ONLY two weeks ago, three since I originally hurt myself? It feels like forever.) I set myself back to the beginning and I haven’t really run since. I’ve churned and churned away on the elliptical and gotten my “miles” in for Austin in February, but no actual running. Until a few days ago it still hurt some to walk, it wasn’

amarie2009

amarie2009

 

LSD

A long time ago… The four of us huddle in the dorm room, lights low, a single candle burns on the coffee table. The candle sits in a mountain of wax covering what was simply a Budweiser bottle just a few hours ago. Each of us digs at the candle, at the wax-mound with glowing hot paperclips. Heat the paperclip in the flickering flame, sculpt the wax; heat, sculpt, repeat. We’re stoned silly. And profoundly drunk—yet hyper-aware, attuned to our surroundings. Deafening music rattles the r

Jeff C.

Jeff C.

 

Richmond Marathon – You Can’t Always Get What you Want (The Blog I Don’t Want to Write)

Hello everyone! I wrote this post a little over a week ago and posted it in my non-Loop blog runeatralph.wordpress.com. If you’ve been reading there, you might know that I ran the Richmond Marathon, which I trained hard for 16 weeks to prepare for with the hopes of a Boston Marathon Qualifier. Unfortunately, things just didn’t work out the way that I’d hoped or planned for. That’s the tough thing about marathons, really. You can do it all right up until race day and just not have it. I didn’t ha

RunEatRalph

RunEatRalph

 

Marine Corps Marathon 2017 - Going Big

Marine Corps Marathon 2017   But there are times in our lives when we need to tilt at windmills, times when the scale of the quest frightens us, focuses us, and motivates us to stretch higher than before. The fact that we’ll more than likely fail is largely the point.  (Jonathan Beverly, Runners World)           This was my 3rd time running the Marine Corps Marathon (MCM) and my 8th marathon.   Getting a BQ back in January put me in an interesting

running_eng

running_eng

 

Denver Pumpkin Pie 5K & 10K Race Report

Signing up for a race where I could run both the 5K & 10K, AND get pie at the finish was a no-brainer for me. I’ve never run two races in the same day before. I’ve only ever run races two days in a row like, the VA Beach Shamrock Whale challenge – 8K & 26.2. By the way, the VA Beach Shamrock races may just be my favorite races EVER. It’s always so well organized, you’re almost guaranteed a PR, the swag is amazing, I always end up running with good friends, and there’s beer at the finish.

NCAthlete

NCAthlete

 

a philosophical question

Is there a need for all the categories? When I look at the joint, I want to see the latest posts. I never go on to look at specific categories. "hmmmmm. Wonder if anyone has posted about blah blah today?" I just look to see what's up. I'm sure anyone who posts here regularly knows the pain of posting a glorious post, only to be knocked off by someone posting in the same category two minutes later. Yes, you can still see the headlines in the list, but it becomes much harder to find. Is

garbanzo a gogo

garbanzo a gogo

 

Yes

The categories sorting is just another step to take. I still miss the old RW two column style. What about my happiness?

Speet63

Speet63

 

My Annual Post About my Annual Race

My first race ever, the one that got me hooked, was my local Turkey Trot in Prospect Park.  I've run it every year since even when I couldn't run it and, I know I say this about every race, it's my favorite race of the year. 2011 - My first race.  I had been running for about four months.  I did a one week "taper" leading up to the race because that's a thing that runners do before a race, right?  I wore cotton yoga pants and a new thermal Craft shirt I had bought for the occasion because i

Keep Running Girl

Keep Running Girl

 

The Cross Country Fix

We all know what fall means: football, a crazy-quilt of leaves, winking jack o’ lanterns, and pumpkin-spiced everything.  But to those of us lucky enough to have discovered it in school, fall also means cross country.  Cross country is what happened when someone said, “Hey, I’m tired of racing in circles!  Let’s run over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house and back.”  Cross country is what turns an individual sport into a team effort, with its attendant bonding experiences.  I

atombuddy

atombuddy

 

Well...that didn't go according to plan

“Bro, this $h!t hurts.”  The quote above, from a random runner next to me as we ran passed the Philadelphia Zoo on Saturday kind of summed it up.  I’ve run the Philadelphia Marathon or Half Marathon(which used to just be the first half of the marathon), 3 or 4 times.  They’ve recently changed the courses but they still follow the same basic pattern.  Start by the Art Museum, through Center City, down along the Delaware River, back thorough Center City, across the Schuylkill River to Univer

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RoyalDryness

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