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Today: Running… into old friends.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Remember when we were in middle school and we’d plan coordinating outfits with our besties?  Reebok took the guesswork out of matchy-matchy for me and six other FitFluential ambassadors running the Canton Road Race at Reebok World Headquarters this morning.  We had no trouble finding one another in our fresh aubergine (purple, for those who don’t speak color wheel) tops and black crops, provided along with our race entries by Reebok.

I can’t tell you how many compliments we got on those short sleeve tech tops.  I kept wanting to say, “Thanks, but um… I had nothing to do with this!”  We were even stopped by a woman who had worked on designing the tees.  I thought that was pretty cool.  I met up with Tina and Sarah just as the rain was starting, about an hour before the race began.  We ducked beneath an overhang with Robin, Katie, Mattie and Kelly to wait out the passing showers before heading to the starting line.  While hiding out, Tina and I had an impromptu Team in Training reunion with our Southie  chapter teammates, Amy and Bryan.  If only Ben Nick and Mal had been there to join our group hug…

The race started and ended on Reebok’s campus, and wound through some very scenic (and hilly!) Canton neighborhoods.  The final stretch on Washington Street brought us past the Trailside Museum (a childhood favorite of mine) at the foot of the Blue Hills.  A highlight of the race was definitely having my name called by the announcer as I crossed the finish line (nerd alert!).  The course was challenging and well marked, and the organizers did a fantastic job.  We had our results emailed to us long before we left campus, which was a bonus– something I’ve not seen at past races.  After cooling down, Tina and I took advantage of the 25% discount being offered at the Reebok corporate store.  I’d had my eye on this CrossFit warm-up for a bit, and picked up that as well as a few teeshirts.

While I could have spend hours (and hundreds) shopping, my favorite thing about visiting Reebok World Headquarters is the inspiring atmosphere.  Their mission as a brand, Empower People to be Fit for Life, seems to be carried out not only by their employees– we were surrounded by a sea of red “Team Reebok” shirts during the race– but also in the facilities themselves and inspiring messaging posted throughout campus.  It’s clear that fitness is a key element of their work culture.

I can’t help but think of my own work environment, which as the bo$$ (if I could spell that with cent symbols, it would be more accurate), I’ve largely created.  I’ve spent years working through lunch, veritably tied to my desk, feeling creaky and cranky by the time six o’clock rolls around.  Lately, we’ve made a concerted effort to take “wellness walks” (that’s how I saw the trapped skunk, obvi) and balance work and life a bit better.  I am sure I can be doing even more, and this morning’s trip to Reebok was a great reminder of that.

Perhaps it’s time to close the office door and dust off the yoga mat tucked behind my file cabinet thing.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Tackling the last few items on our I Do to do list
  • Grocery and supplement shopping 🙂
  • Foam rollin’ with my homies

How do you fit in fitness and wellness during the workday?


Today: 26.2 miles of smiles… Part II.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] If you like to do things in order (you’re probably one of those people who reads the directions), and you’re wondering what happened to the first 20 miles, feel free to start with Part I. Or maybe you just want to dive in, you wild thing, you.

Here we go again. I’m guessing I misjudged my mileage in Part I, because I seem to have omitted the Animal Kingdom entirely.  Maybe I was high.  You know, with runner’s high?  Or maybe I just can’t handle simple math.  To make up for my error, here’s a photo of me, awkwardly posing with Chip and Dale.

10 points if you know which one is which.

The route through the Animal Kingdom was shady (in a good way), and offered a welcomed break from the heat.  Our little Southie team planned to visit that park the following day– marathon finishers got free admission, so it was nice to get a preview.  I even got to see some live monkeys!

What an unhelpful photo. The monkey's in the center-right.

Soon we were back on the road.  As I neared Mile 21, a bit of panic set it.  Our training plan maxed out at 20 miles, so I was entering uncharted territory.  Would I hit the proverbial wall?  Would I die, you know, like that fabled Greek soldier, the second I crossed the finish line?  I really wasn’t sure what to expect.  Mostly because I didn’t study the course map very well.

Disney has a way of making even physical pain look cute!

Whoever said that Disney is the happiest place on Earth was clearly unfamiliar with Miles 20 and 21 of the Walt Disney World Marathon, an out-and-back stretch of highway.  I had no idea how far out I’d have to run before the hairpin turnaround, and considered laying down on the pavement so I could be trampled and henceforth have a legitimate excuse to seek medical attention.  But there were people watching.  And I think that sort of behavior is general frowned upon.  So I kept running, and I kept smiling (like a maniacal freak person).

Sarge from Toy Story and Elizabeth from Weirdo Story.

Nearing Mile 22, we climbed an on-ramp and I was once again thankful to have been training in our hilly neighborhood.  Sarge from Toy Story was yelling to runners, “Climb that hill, civilians!  Double-time it!”  It was nice to see that I wasn’t the only person on the course wearing makeup.  There was no line, so I took a mini-hill break for a photo.

I worried that I had begun hallucinating when an accordion band, people jumping on a trampoline, and a woman holding an owl started popping up along the side of the road.  Scrolling through my digicam, there seems to be no photographic evidence of any of these… so maybe I was hallucinating.  Can anyone confirm or deny?

I  barely used my iPod at all, listening only to a bit of Michael Jackson during the long stretches of highway.  Shortly after stalking Sarge however, there were speakers along the road playing “Sweet Caroline” over and over and over.  I love the Red Sox (and Neil Diamond, sort of) as much as the next girl, but this was a bit much.  I tried to drown Neil out with my own music, and subsequently went deaf for a minute or two.

I’m sorry, did you say something?

This photo is surely a Code Orange on the Spandex Terror Index.

Mile 23 brought us through Disney’s Hollywood Studios.  While standing in line for the photo above, a woman asked me who I was running for.  She was running for her son.  I could feel the tide of emotion rising and wondered if I’d be able to keep it together for the last few miles.  Then I was distracted by a group of tourists taking a bunch of pictures of me, standing in line…  That didn’t strike me as odd until just now.

New York City, Florida.

The route  took us through the behind-the-scenes and costuming areas, which was rather cool.  I knew my friends Kristine and Christie, who ran the half marathon the day before (wahoo!), were planning to be in the park, so I kept an eye out as I came around each corner and tried to look as alive and well as possible.

These half-marathoners are fully awesome.

Shortly before exiting Hollywood Studios, an older woman called out, “Thank you, Elizabeth” in a voice that rang out above all the others.  Later, my teammate Amy would mention that same woman– she was thanking every Team member as they passed her.  I burst into tears.  Fortunately, there was a little narrow curve that took us behind a building before the next cheering section, providing just enough time to catch my breath and stabilize (a little).  Though I was still running, albeit at the speed of an injured slug, and my body felt strong, at this point I was emotionally exhausted.

As I rounded the corner, a TNT coach whom I had seen earlier on in the course called out, “Great to see you still smiling, Elizabeth!” and I couldn’t help but laugh.  I was ready to be done.  I exited Hollywood Studios and worried that I had run right past Kristine and Christie.  And then I saw them, about a quarter mile away, standing on a bench.  I started waving frantically and suddenly had the energy to sprint up to them.  Man Women, that was exactly what I needed.  Thank you!

So close... yet so necessary to document.

I spent the last two miles in the proverbial zone.  I remember running along the Boardwalk and through Epcot, but it was pretty much a blur.  As much as I felt like I had been running forever, it was hard to believe I was nearly done.  I stopped to have my photo taken at Mile 26, which in retrospect seems basically demented.  Why stop now?  I could hear the crowds cheering, but um… I sort of didn’t want it to be over.


South Boston Victory Tour 2011.

After a quick right hand turn, the finish line was before me.  There were people clapping and yelling, a Gospel choir singing, and… it was over.  Before I knew it, there was a medal around my neck and an over-sized piece of tinfoil being wrapped around my shoulders.  I am a marathoner.  I got to the finish line, with a lot of help from my friends.

A few final (um… until I start talking about this again) thoughts on the experience:

  • The marathon is a gift you give yourself. Like most experiences in life, you get out of it what you put into it… but I hobbled away from the marathon feeling like I had hit the jackpot.  I learned a lot about myself during those hours on my feet, and over the course of our training.  I proved to myself that I can do something pretty incredible.   I overcame physical weakness with emotional strength I didn’t know I had.  And on top of that, I had a really, really good time (as in experience, not clock time… obvi).
  • The marathon is a gift your fellow runners give you.  Unlike 5k or 10k races, people actually talk to one another during a marathon.  The “we’re all in this together” spirit is pretty unbelievable.  My marathon experience feels sort of like a quilt of people sewn together.  It boasts patches of Endorphin Dude, TNT runners from chapters across the country, and a leukemia survivor from Long Island that I was blessed to run alongside for a quarter mile or so.  These people gave me laughter, inspiration, and courage.
  • Running a marathon is hard. That’s sort of the point. There were moments that broke my heart, and miles that nearly broke my legs.  There were times when I wanted to quit, and felt so sick that I worried I would have to quit.  But nothing– nothing– can compare to the overwhelming joy I felt when being thanked by a spectator, encouraged by a coach or fellow runner, and having a big, fat medal draped around my neck.  I did it.  And if I can do it, you can too.

I am so thankful for all the kind words, and I appreciate your letting me share this experience.  And I am sorry for the Spandex photos.  Very, very sorry.

Also On Tap for Today:

What’s your big goal for 2011?  I need a new challenge to take on. 🙂



Today: 26.2 miles of smiles… Part I.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] Here it is, folks.  The post you’ve all one or two people have been waiting for.  I thought about naming this post How to Run a Marathon with IBS, or A port-a-potty marathon with some running breaks gingerly thrown in for fun…. but I don’t want to be a party pooper.  Get it?  Sorry.  Despite my stomach’s best efforts to run me off course, I can proudly say, I am a marathoner.  I ran 26.2 miles and, yes, I smiled the whole way… to the point that fellow runners probably wanted to physically harm me.  I just couldn’t help it.  I had the time of my life.

Up close and personal. At 3 AM.

At 2:2o on Sunday morning our alarm went off.   After getting dressed and sweeping on a coat of mascara (for the cameras, hellooooo), I set out to accomplish something that still seemed impossible.  Me?  Run a marathon?  Even after months of training, blood, sweat and a few tears,  we shuffled to the starting corrals in the pitch black of the (very) early morning.  I still wasn’t convinced I’d be crossing the finish line.

This is what a bunch of strangers look like in the dark.

I had a well thought out race plan, a loose goal time, and enough Lady Gaga to launch the Spanish Armada.  I had Gu.  I had Chapstick.  I had throwaway clothing and a fully charged camera battery.  Once Nick and I were herded into our separate corrals, I was left to my own pathetic devices.  Should I go hide in the woods?  Maybe I should take a little nap?  I chatted with a woman who hadn’t trained.  I felt terrified for her, more terrified than I did for myself.  Before I knew it, fireworks were booming overhead and we were moving.

Boom, boom, pow.

The first 4 miles flew by.  I used to think that anyone who said “the miles flew by” was a liar, an a-hole, or a robot.  Or all three.  Turns out, it can really happen.  Cool!   I found our South Boston Team in Training teammates Amy and Bryan and we passed a little time making animal noises.  I don’t really know why, but I know it sure was enjoyable.  This was right around the time I got my first glimpse of Endorphin Dude, my favorite costumed runner on the course.  As people called out to him, he made superhero noises and threw imaginary endorphins their way, calling, “Here are some endorphins for Mile 20… take these endorphins with you for miles 17-25,” and so on.  Plus, he had a really cool Jimmy Neutron hairdo.  I wanted to hug him.  But I needed to keep running.

When you see a sign welcoming you to one of the parks, it means you have to run roughly 3 miles before you get anywhere close to that park. That's why most people drive. Or take the monorail.

Mile 4.5 ish took us through Epcot.  It was still dark and cold, but my throwaway fleece was getting to be a bit much.  I discarded it (to be picked up and donated by race volunteers later) below the giant golf ball thing… and thought about running back for it when I got cold again a few miles later.  “Mad props for starting your year off with a marathon, Elizabeth,” a race volunteer yelled.  My face already ached from smiling and I was barely a 1/5 of the way done.


I passed one of the first medical tents at Mile 5, and though I had already hit up the port-o-potties, like, 5 thousand times, I was thankful to not need any sort of real medical attention.  A fellow runner, however, went screaming into the tent like her shorts were on fire, yelling, “I’m fine!  I just need to get this toenail out of my sock.”  There was a collective vomit-in-our-mouth noise from the pack as we continued on.  I kept thinking, what we are doing is caaaa-razy.  At Mile 6, we looped over the highway, and around and down an off ramp, passing over and then under fellow runners.  It was incredible to see the trail of runners going on, literally, for miles.

This is what strangers look like at daybreak.

Miles 7-10 were rather uneventful, though there were plenty of bands, cheerleaders, DJs and Disney characters to break up the long stretch of road.  I chatted with fellow Team in Training runners and kept a slow, even pace.  I was surprised at how strong and calm I felt.  A TNT (because they couldn’t really use the abbreviation t..i..t..) coach from Southern Florida joined me around Mile 9 for a few minutes.  He broke down the next few miles for me, and gave me a good idea of what to expect.  On the opposite side of the road, runners were tackling the stretch between the Magic Kingdom and the Animal Kingdom.  This would be one of the most difficult stretches, the coach told me.  Having a better sense of what was ahead kept me focused on conserving mental and physical energy.  He also told me his wife, a fellow coach, grew up not far from my hometown, and that she’s be on the course near Mile 18.  I cannot say enough about how incredible the on-course support is from Team in Training.  This is something I truly did not expect, and it so positively impacted my marathon experience.

The DJ on the bridge was not taking requests.

By Mile 10, I could see Space Mountain and Cinderella’s Castle as we took on a slight hill (nothing compared to the hills of South Boston, but an incline nevertheless).  There was a huge turnout of spectators as I entered the Magic Kingdom alongside a few runners from the TNT Gateway Chapter. I stopped on Main Street to have my photo taken with one of the many race volunteers in green jackets.

I am the female Guy Smiley.

My pace was far enough off my goal at this point that I knew I had a choice:  try and make up for “lost time” (and potentially kill myself trying), or commit to enjoying every, single minute of it (even the many, many minutes spent in line for the bathroom).  If the following pictures are any indication, I chose the latter.  My goal shifted from numbers to moments. I was going to savor each and every one.  And I was going to finish this marathon.  At this point, I just knew it.  And I think I just invented my new running mantra:

The moments matter more than the minutes.

That’s a keeper.  I should totally be a life coach.  For other people.  It’s not working out so great for myself.

Awkward pose #47 of the day.

Between Miles 10 and 11, I posed for photos with Cinderella’s evil stepmother and stepsisters, Prince Charming, and the castle.  I thought about posing with the Mad Hatter, but he creeped me out, so I sped on.  And by sped on, I mean I moved… but with very little speed.

Miles 11 through 16 were sort of boring, which is probably a good thing.  My legs still felt strong, but I wasn’t sure how long this would last.  There were still plenty of characters, water stops and entertainment along the way, but with no park or landmark in sight to focus on, these miles were a battle onto themselves, as fear and doubt seemed to be running alongside me.  And then there was the battle against the fumes coming from the waste treatment plant.  What I thought were Animal Kingdom smells turned out to be coming from Disney’s underbelly.  They don’t list that feature on the race pamphlet, that’s for sure.

Peter Pan kept saying "Hello there" in a creepy voice into my ear. I was scared. And nervous.

As we approached the Animal Kingdom at Mile 17 or so, I stopped for pictures with the crew from Peter Pan.  I figured my brother Christopher would get a kick out of seeing Smee… and me.   Miles 18 through 20 was another stretch of highway, including a few hills at the overpasses.  With the sun blazing down at this point, I was started to feel a bit nauseous and overheated.  And slightly cranky.  I may have entered what John Bingham referred to as the “Bite Me Zone” at our Team in Training Inspiration Dinner.  And then I saw this.

Cue the chills.

Kevin was running his World Record 116th marathon.  And he is mobility impaired.  How’s that for a kick in the Spandex?  I made sure to congratulate him, but only after wiping the tears from my eyes and the snot from my pointy little nose.  This is what it’s all about.

For the rest of the course, whenever doubt or fear crept in, I thought about why I was running.  Finishing the marathon would mark a tremendous personal achievement, but um… it’s not just about me.

It's about our heroes, too.

That paradigm shift was all I needed to exit the “Bite Me Zone” and re-enter the obnoxiously smiling zone.  That’s where I stayed… and that’s where I remain.  I’ll give you Miles 21 through 26.2 (or, according to my Garmin, 27.4….) soon.  There’s really no cliff hanger, since I already tooted my own horn about finishing, but I promise to bestow upon you some of the cheesiest photos of all time and regale you will stories of nearly needing to crawl into the bag check tent, while mumbling something about a gospel choir and Cool Ranch Doritos.

Update: Pop some popcorn and Read Part II here.

Also On Tap for Today:

When are you signing up for your first/next marathon? Come on… you knoooow you want to….  Is there anything you’re dying to know about running 26.2?


Today: I get by with a little help from my friends.

And my amazing (and fast!) boyfriend.  And my incredible family.  And the strangers on Twitter who tweeted words of encouragement at 5 AM on race day.  And my fellow Team in Training South Boston teammates: Nick (obvi), Amy, Brian, Tina, Mal, Colleen and Ben.  And our coach Christina.  And the incredible TNT coaches, mentors and staff who lined the marathon route offering support and encouragement.  And all those who have bravely battled blood cancer, and their families who battled alongside them.

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When it was all said and done, getting to the finish line was easy; I had all these people carrying me.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • More photos and a proper marathon recap (or 9) soon
  • Picking up Clark! 🙂
  • Doing a crippled version of the Snow Dance

Who’s rooting you on?  Go on, give them a shout out.


Today: (Strange) dreamin’ of the marathon.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] This week, I have alternated between not sleeping at all, and passing out immediately, only to have the strangest dreams about the marathon.  They’re like the dreams I had the summer I waitressed (the ones where you think you forgot about a table entirely, or that you served some lady a hunk of ribs when she actually ordered the haddock… although that happened in real life), but more bizarre.


This is a real book. It's a great, funny and uplifting read. I don't believe there is a single mention of "horseplay."

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The night before our 20 mile run, I dreamed that our Team in Training coach brought us to a marathon, but would only let us run 20 miles.  Once we reached that mile marker, some sort of night club bouncer busted out of nowhere and pulled us off the course.  I was pissed because he violated the “no horseplay on the course” rule, which I had found in some sort of running rule book on the way to this imaginary race. Huhhhhh?

Earlier this week, I dreamed that Disney had flooded and that there were so many abandoned cars on the roads in and around the parks, that the marathon had to be moved to my hometown.  The town didn’t have enough notice to shut down any streets, so we ran approximately 8,000 laps around the extinct Bradlees parking lot.  Seriously, why?

Oh good, this will match all of my outfits. For the rest of my life.

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This morning, I awoke completely exhausted, having dreamed that I had finished the marathon.  As I crossed the finish line, I looked down at my watch (which wasn’t my Garmin, it was some huge wonkin’ thing that looked like the 108 minute counter in the Swan hatch… please excuse the very brief Lost geek festival you just unwittingly attended) to see I had finished in 5:04.  In my dream I was so overcome with joy (and frankly, in reality I will be happy to cross the finish line at any time), that I fainted.  When I came to, I realized someone had stolen my medal.  But again, I was just so happy I didn’t care. Time for some medication, perhaps?

I think enough anxiety has built up in my body to power one of those giant chocolate fountain things.  Maybe I could rent myself out for a Super Sweet Sixteen?  I just want to run the dang thing already.  And you most likely want to stop hearing about the dang thing already.  Just a few more days, my friends. 

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Drop Clark off at Camp +dog
  • Maybe I should look up Bradlees in this dream dictionary
  • Time to load up the iPod: last minute song suggestions would be so appreciated!

Are you a vivid dreamer?  How do you sleep soundly before a big event?

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Today: 18 miles of smiles.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] I can hardly believe it.  I ran 18 miles and I– this is the really unbelievable part– kind of enjoyed it.  It’s amazing what you can accomplish with a new pair of socks, fresh jams on the iPod and a positive attitude.  After taking a brief hiatus from running in the freezing cold during our vacation, coupled with dip in overall enthusiasm for this whole marathon training thing, I was apprehensive about tackling our penultimate long run.  More accurately, I was terrified.

Ok, so that's not me. But, um, she's running a marathon, too... so we have a lot in common. Like, we both wear shoes.

So I stayed up a bit late Friday night, looking through my photos from last year’s Boston Marathon, while adding anything from Michael Jackson (“Man in the Mirror,” obviously) to Creedence Clearwater Revival to James Taylor’s Christmas album to some Enrique en Espanol to my iPod.  I figured, if I am going to be out running for what I estimated to be 14 hours and 59 minutes, I may as well keep entertained.  I picked out an outfit consisting of multiple layers, one that I wouldn’t be embarrassed to be found wearing if I, say, died at mile 4.  It’s important to consider all possibilities.

Our route took us through South Boston and the Financial District, past the Common and along Beacon Street, across the Mass. Ave bridge and along the Charles to the Science Museum, back to Mass. Ave and up Beacon Street (where I ran straight into an oncoming road race), around the Common and Public Gardens, back to Southie for a loop at Castle Island and Pleasure Bay for good measure.  Our last water stop was at the South Boston Running Emporium, which serves as our team’s home base.  Imagine stopping in to grab water, seeing your Boston College sweatpants and house keys, but needed to head back out… for another six miles?  Not cool at all, folks.

I stayed with our little pack for the first five miles or so, but split off and ran the opposite way along the River with the intention of maintaining my own turtle pace.  This also ensured I’d be able to see Nick as we passed near the Science Museum.  That always gives me a little boost.  For 18 (and a little extra) miles, I made an effort to smile at everyone who passed by, to wave at every police officer (which, along with my bright red face- I’m sure, resulted in one officer misinterpreting my friendly wave for me flagging him down as a result of some sort of emergency).  I gave myself an amazing pep talked that consisted entirely of “Just enjoy it all.”

I have never, ever experienced the elusive “runner’s high,” and frankly I think it might be an elaborate lie kept alive by sneaker companies, but I may have come close on Saturday morning.  I felt like I was doin’ my thang.  Whatever that means (assuming it doesn’t mean something perverted).  I really did smile for all 18 miles.

Clark likes Castle Island because there are so many lovely places to take a break. He'd never cut it as a marathoner.

Let’s see… what else happened?  As I climbed one of the final hills, with about four miles to go, it started snowing.  The snow only lasted for a minute or two, but it was that movie type of snow, the kind that makes the city look like a snow globe.  I was immediately distracted from the aching in my legs and looked up at the sky in wonder.  I think I may have actually said, “Thank you, Jesus” aloud.  On second thought, maybe I was high?  Anyway, I got a high five from a guy selling Christmas trees while I tried to open a Gu packet without taking off my gloves.  I’d rip them open with my teeth, but I’d hate for one of my faker-than-George-Washington’s teeth to pop off.  Speaking of Gu, it has never tasted as good as it did on this run.  On a less delicious note, I very well may have run 18 miles with an atomic wedgie, because I somehow got two giant burn marks across my bum, presumably from my non-running material undies.  Too much information?  You’re welcome.

For months, our team has been training for the marathon.  We’ve woken up early and stayed up late to finish our workouts.  I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, I’ve worn more Spandex than should be socially acceptable.  My body is not quite sure what is happening.  I can’t believe I have made it this far.  As we approach the home stretch (a 20-miler and a few shorter runs), I remain so grateful for everyone who has supported me in this endeavor.  I couldn’t do this without you.

I am so proud to be raising critical funds for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.  If you’re able, I would truly appreciate your support in reaching my goal for LLS.  Every bit helps– there is no “too small.”  When I think about the unspeakable courage of my honored teammates, including Hannah G., and all those families and individuals who have bravely battled related diseases, I can’t help but be inspired.  And I can’t help but put one foot in front of the other.  And I can’t help but be overwhelmed by gratitude and hope and a desire to do more.  This is why I am running.

Also On Tap for Today:

What have you done lately that surprised you?  Got any good marathon inspiration to share?


Today: The quick change artist.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] The past few Saturdays, I’ve had less than an hour to go from this…

What is your deal, lady?!

To this… Presto change-o!

Thank goodness this dress has pockets. Where else would I hide all my snacks?

After our recent long runs, I’ve had to rush to weddings, a benefit, and Nick’s fraternity reunion. Transforming myself from a sweaty wildebeest to a presentable human is no easy feat, so like a total boob, I have been cutting my long run recovery rituals short.  Way short.  As in, the only stretching I’ve been doing involves yanking on tights, while attempting to stay upright.  The only ice I’ve encountered has been floating around in my Diet Coke.

Saturday, after running 16.5 miles mere hours before arriving at the formal, my moronic behavior caught up to me.  When it came time for our table to grace the buffet, I could barely get out of my chair, let alone move across the room.  I was Crip walking (that is to say, crippled, not gang involved) like that’s what’s up.  Not long after the DJ announced it was time to “get freaky on the dance floor” (um… what?), I announced it was time for me to hit up the hotel  ice machine, fashion compression sleeves from scratchy hotel towels and lay down on the actual floor.

You know it’s bad if I am voluntarily leaving the dance floor.  Usually I am dragged from them.  Lesson learned.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Invent some sort of dog umbrella attachment thing.  Clark’s having a bad fur day.
  • Who knew that migrating walruses and pelicans could be so cute?
  • Whip up a batch of vegetarian chili and pretend to hibernate.

What are you most looking forward to this week?