So I got this crazy idea for my 2012 New Years Resolution that I should try and run 100 miles a month, for 12 months. Therefore running 1200 miles in the year 2012… What the heck was I thinking? To show the loyal devotion of my running partners, Lori and Julie, they decided to do it with me. It really could have gone either way, they could’ve looked at me and told me how dumb I was, but no, they jumped on board. January: month one. I failed, they succeeded. Nice friends, stealing my New Years resolution and doing it better than me. Lori hit 116, Julie hit 111 and I was at 75. I can blame the flu for ruining one whole weekend of running, and another head cold for 2 more days (excuses make me feel so much better about failing at something), but needless to say I failed. Haha. Better luck next month. So here we are February, month two. Lori hit 100 on February 24th. Five whole days before the end of the month. She really is a showoff. |
And she has five kids, teaches power yoga, regular yoga, spinning, and an abs class. Hence the word showoff. Really, though, she is my hero and I want to be like her when I grow up. We decided to do a road run for Lori's 100 mile domination instead of trail for the sake of our schedules, and it was a 7 mile out and back from Jackson Street to the PAWS Animal Shelter. And we must’ve had our Wheaties for breakfast because we started out at what felt like a dead sprint. Once we got to Cemetery Hill we were put in check and settled into a slightly slower pace. I must say trail running has its perks, but so does the road. Here's why road running rocks: 1. You run way faster because there are people everywhere. 2. Honks and waves from people is like taking an electrolyte gel pack because it’s instant motivation. Especially when they are your friends, as they become the crazy honkers and yellers that verge on the edge of causing car accidents. I love Quincy. |
3. You don’t have to worry about tripping and falling on rocks, sticks or imaginary whatevers that trip you. Which by now you might realize I am very good at. And I did it again on a trail run Saturday 2/25.
4. Your chances of getting eaten by a mountain lion are a lot slimmer. And if you do, I would hope someone would stop and help.
Julie and I hit our 100th mile on February 29th, talk about cutting it close. Thank you leap year! So now that I’ve bragged aboutLori I will brag on Julie, she has three kids and is our little speed demon. She leads us on most of your runs and that skinny little girl can boogie. She claims that she is not fast. That means she is either humble or in total denial.
We started running together close to a year ago and I can honestly say we have logged close to 1,000 miles together since July 2010. We discovered trail running together and that was like having a light bulb go off. We were hooked.
Twas a beautiful autumn afternoon at the Bucks Creek Trail in October and right as we finished the run (and we were on cloud 9 million) we ran into Lori. The rest is history. Lori is our distance girl, always pushing to run further and Julie makes sure we stay fast and I just follow them like a lost puppy.
4. Your chances of getting eaten by a mountain lion are a lot slimmer. And if you do, I would hope someone would stop and help.
Julie and I hit our 100th mile on February 29th, talk about cutting it close. Thank you leap year! So now that I’ve bragged aboutLori I will brag on Julie, she has three kids and is our little speed demon. She leads us on most of your runs and that skinny little girl can boogie. She claims that she is not fast. That means she is either humble or in total denial.
We started running together close to a year ago and I can honestly say we have logged close to 1,000 miles together since July 2010. We discovered trail running together and that was like having a light bulb go off. We were hooked.
Twas a beautiful autumn afternoon at the Bucks Creek Trail in October and right as we finished the run (and we were on cloud 9 million) we ran into Lori. The rest is history. Lori is our distance girl, always pushing to run further and Julie makes sure we stay fast and I just follow them like a lost puppy.
As for hitting our 100 miles, it was snowing. Not light, fluffy flakes but the heavy, icy flakes that were pelting us in the eyes. As we ran the 1st 20 feet, we decided that this was dumb, but decided to continue on, as it was better than a treadmill. I still would argue that decision, ha! I think people thought we were a little crazy. I concur. We did a nice little road run, up around Nugget Lane and to the top of Cemetary Hill and back to the gym for our abs class taught by Lori. Of course, after nearly one year of pretty consistent running, I injured myself at mile 101. Hello Alanis Morrisette, here’s a new line for your song “Isn’t it Ironic?” Right before we got to the gym I felt a pop in my lower leg that stopped me dead in the middle of a stride and I hobbled to the gym, in the snow, pissed off. Please oh, please, let this heal quickly as I may go insane without my running to ground me. Until next time, I'll be sitting impatiently while waiting to heal… |
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