Half crazy. My thoughts exactly.

We did it! About a week ago in warm and sunny Key West, we fell across crossed the finish line at the Key West Half Marathon. It was a fantastic experience and I will now entertain you with the details.

Disclaimer: I’ve read other people’s race re-caps and they somehow remember in what order things happened and give a nice organized details of “such and such happened at Mile 5.28” and “I managed a time of 4:08 on Mile 12.” I do not have any recollections of that sort. Maybe I have a bad memory. Maybe I don’t want to remember. Or maybe I had too many beverages in KW (to rehydrate, duh.)… So here’s a list of 13.1 things/thoughts/ideas from the race.

1. Before the race even started I about had a total-major-epic emergency. My fourth safety pin had jumped ship from my race bib (I was jealous of that little bugger about 11 miles later). Anyone that knows me understands my need for things to be “just-so.” My mind raced and I started to panic. *Insert superhero theme song music* The husband gave me one of his and sacrificed his fourth safety pin to shut me up save the day.


Before or after the safety pin catastrophe? The jury is still out.

2. “I should count people in tutus.” I lost count at 3. I still wonder about their aerodynamics…

3. On the outbound course, there were bubbles coming from a piano in Mallory Square: “this is magical!” On the way in… no bubbles: “this is not magical.”

4. “Smile for the race photographer! Suck in! Don’t look close to death!”

Throw the shaka. Smile. Look happy. My feet really are moving. I promise. I think this was around Mile 10 or 11.

5. There were musicians on the course which was nice. Gave me a break from my earbuds. I think the total was one bubble-blowing piano player, two steel drummers, a guitar player and his dog, and a partridge in a pear tree. I made sure to run extra slow by them to enjoy their talents *wink.*

6. I thought the race info said we’d see the sun rise but it was just up when I got the the ocean. I imagine this is because I was a bit “less fast”.

7. Race volunteers (mostly Florida retirees) manned the water stations and cheered: very encouraging and super nice. The Florida retiree runners that kept passing me throughout the race: not so encouraging, but super nice I’m sure.

8. Best shirt on the course: I run to drink beer. If you’re reading this, I’m going to drink beer before you. “Nice. Let me pass you.” Second best shirt on the course: Running buddy due in July. “Sure. Keep passing me, lady. I want your body that is busy growing a human and running a half-marathon to beat me.” I did get to compliment her shirt after the race and take her and her baby-daddy’s photo after.

9. Seeing the Southern Most Point was awesome on the way out. I captured this *super-awesome* selfie. Blurry from the sweat on my phone, not from some new Instagram filter. #nofilter,justsweat. I’m still smiling (Read: you know this was early in the race). Note the other selfie takers in the background. Note Cuba 90 miles away. I even multitasked enough to post to The Facebook mid-run.


10. Developed two blisters on my arches around mile 9. Guess it wasn’t a warm sweaty training season at home. Ouch. I also thought my knees were bleeding at one point. No fall. They just burned.

11. At one point my Garmin switched from training mode to just displaying the time and date. Had it given up on me? I switched it back. My thought, “It can’t believe I’m doing this either.”

12. I saw the husband (who had left me in his dust around mile 0.25) up ahead near mile 11. I was already way past empty at that point but I ran up to him and we finished disgracefully together.

13. Somewhere close to the finish, I kept seeing all the people that had finished. “I see you have your medal… and free beer… I know you finished like 60 minutes ago… I hate you…”


I finished, too. See my medal? My free beer? Yeah. That’s right.

13.1 Post race was the best part. More on that in the next post.

Bloody Marys at Half Shell Raw Bar

Bloody Marys are good for you. Look at all of those veggies.

Thanks for all of your encouragement and virtual cheers. I thanked you for the next few days in KW. Stay tuned to hear how…


800 miles in 2014. and other goals.

It’s that time of year! All things blog-esque are buzzing about resolutions, changes, weight loss, organization, blah. I’ve noticed that a lot of them are actually going the anti-resolution route and just renaming making goals or lifestyle updates. I get it. I’m drinking the kool-aid and making a few resolutions of my own. And here they are… Because once they’re in print, I’m accountable (or whatever) and all of my 728,413 followers (ha! Do you believe that? Don’t. It’s not for real) will hold me to my goals.

Goal 1: I will run 800 miles in 2014. That’s from home to the Florida Keys. Maybe I’ll stay once I get there ;)

Goal 2: I will read for pleasure. Internet rubbish doesn’t count. Even though it is all true.

Goal 3: I will be good to my body (that’s the I will lose weight and I will eat better resolution hidden amongst the way I’m supposed to make my goal. You can put lipstick on a pig, and it’s still a pig.)

Goal 4: I will blog because I like it. Tell your friends and keep reading. And tell your friends to tell their friends. It’s like a pyramid scheme. It’ll be fun.

Goal 5: Pick up a new hobby. The husband has signed us up for a ukelele lesson this month. Not sure if that will be the ticket or not. It will be comical though.

Goal 6: Stick to my goals.

What are your goals? You COULD be entered to win a prize. That is, if I had a prize to give away…

sweaty sunny saturday.

I’m probably due to write a Spring Break recap (that phrase sounds as if I had an MTV-esque vacay, but it was more VH1-esque) but I am too *busy* soaking up the sun to think that hard right now.

I went for solo run this afternoon at the greenway while the husband pretended he was playing at The Masters played golf and just to enjoy the sun shine a bit longer and really increase the racer back tan lines decided to enjoy a lemonade on the patio at Starbucks. Insert yuppie joke here. Aside from the yellow film of pollen covering the city, life is grand (hey, it is the weekend!).

Here’s to the rest of the weekend… Hope it’s a sunny one for you, too. Cheers!

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“get over it.” cooper river bridge run 2013

Charleston better get ready– I’ve registered for the 2013 Cooper River Bridge Run. Ok, so maybe I had better get ready. And get ready to run with 39,999 of my newest friends, I will. It’ll be my first 10K so I’ve got to increase distance. I’ve been saying that for awhile but it’s time to put my money where my mouth is get my shoes on and pound the payment. I’m super pumped about the race.

We’ve booked a quaint b&b downtown (what b&b isn’t quaint?!) and little miss Berkeley will be going, too. I’ve only been to Charleston once before and I’m looking forward to eating and drinking my way through the city exploring and finding out what the “holy city” has to offer. Any suggestions for must dos??

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