Things are getting more and more real up in here.
Marriage license done and done.
Photo credit: Brooke Jacobs.
Brooke was pretty stoked to be involved with the whole process. Sorry Andrew for cutting off your head for the picture.
Glad to be back with my peeps.
Rewind to earlier on in the day—> Brooke and I went to Costco to buy all of the snacks possible for our upcoming cabin trip.
And then when we got home this fun event happened. Luckily, I was able to save most of the watermelon (good thing because it is a tasty one).
I knew brooke was going to need a nap yesterday afternoon because we got home late the night before so I snuck in a treadmill run while she slept next to me. It reminded me of all of the many times she slept by me while I ran when she was a baby. I think she finds the sound of the treadmill comforting because she heard it a whole lot while I was pregnant with her.
For dinner we jumped in the car to drive up north to eat with Andrew’s parents.
This plate times 2 plus Marie Calendars cream cheese pie. The perfect meal.
And to finish things off Brooke pretended she was a dog for a good chunk of the night.
I came across this picture below randomly and I started thinking about some of the long distance race consequences I have experienced over the years and would love to hear some of yours too.
1. Blue/purple lips after running 26.2 miles in rain and wind at Boston 1.3 years ago. I think it took me a few days to warm-up again after that race.
2. I pretend that I just want to enjoy the grass and sunshine post-race but in reality my legs feel like jello and standing isn’t much of an option.
3. My ponytail ends up looking a bit like this after some races. Ouch.
4. I eat one of my all-time favorite post-race meal (below pic after Boston last year). Donuts, pizza, salty salads, candy… you name it. I crave salt after a race big-time.
5. Every emotion I have ever had in my life comes to the surface and explodes out towards the end especially—> joy, pain, sorrow, anger, glowing, floating, scared, surprised, happy, mad, angry…
I have been known to be a tad bit dramatic during races;) And within 20 minutes I can go from this:
to this (I’M ON CLOUD NINE… that was the best time ever, let’s do it agin in a few months WAHOO). It’s quite remarkable how quickly we forget it all and sign up for the next round.
6. Chaffing. It happens to me somewhere during a marathon no matter how much glide I use.
7. Gatorade all over my body. I even walk for a few seconds through most aid stations during a race yet I still somehow manage to spill all over myself.
8. LOADS of gratitude. For a healthy body that can run, for the race volunteers, for my family coming out to cheer me on, NATURE… all of the cheesiness.
9. I never ever want to come near a gu or any other type of race day fuel again (but then I do again for the next race).
10. Motivation to train harder, smarter and get faster and stronger so I can do the whole thing all over again.
We are off to a cabin for 3 days with my entire family (aka a whole lot of people and this never happens). I c.a.n.n.o.t. wait.
Been taking selfies since 1994:
Parents reading—> how did you get in your running when your kid(s) were super young?
What have been some of your race consequences (good and bad)?!
Your ultimate post-race meal/treat?