Things shifted into low gear this past week, as expected, and I was fine with the cutback in training but not quite prepared for this website to go down in flames, a missing iPod at the worst possible moment or a cold that only seemed to appear at 3:00am for days. But, you only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low, right? Let’s find out.



Since this was a cutback week for training, my “long” run was six miles and the rest were mostly easy. I had my usual track session on Monday but used the indoor track at the gym this time so as not to be disturbed by gym class. Instead, I was cheered on by some retirees as I swooshed passed them, churning and burning my way though 8 x 800s. Good times.

My start and finish line was under the stars and stripes. #motivation

Monday – 8 x 800s | 7.06 miles | 7:34 average pace

Tuesday – 5 miles easy before swim | 7:54 average pace

Friday – long run | 6 miles | 7:40 average pace

Total = 18.06 miles


Not much to write home about here except that I’m glad I still have my bike. One of my darling children left the door to our garage wide open all night long and, when I discovered it at 5:00am the next morning, and saw my precious bike was not in its place I almost had a heart attack…because you know that is the first thing I checked…then I remembered it was in the basement on the trainer.

My child lived to see another day.

Since I was in low gear last week I had only one day on the bike, for a whopping 18 miles. So sad.


As predicted I did not make it to either group swim day but I managed three days all by my lonesome. My coach has me doing a ton of drills right now that are fantastically boring. If it were not for my waterfi iPod, I could literally die of swim boredom.

Tuesday – swim after run 1,750 yards

Wednesday – endurance swim 2,250 yards

Friday – form swim after run 1,800 yards

Total = 5,800 yards


The kindness of strangers.

Picture this. I’m at the indoor track about to run in circles for the better part of an hour when I suddenly discover my iPod is nowhere to be found in my gym bag. It’s Monday and I just wore in on Friday for my long run. I check my bag over and over, not being able to comprehend that it’s just not in there. I slowly start to panic about doing 8 x 800s on an indoor track without music. It’s a recipe for insanity.

I test my wireless headphones with my iPhone music, position my bag with my phone in it so it’s almost in the center of the track and pray I don’t lose the signal. It works. I thank the running gods (i.e. Bill Gates) but wonder where in the hell I left my iPod?

When I get home I check the few places it may be, even though I’m pretty sure I must have left it in the locker at the YMCA, the same YMCA where another one of my iPods was stolen (out of the spin room) and, a few years later, all my MAC make-up. I decide to call and just see if by chance someone who is not a thief found my iPod and turned it in.

They did!

I was happily reunited with it the next day and I’m so grateful to the honest person who found it. Whoever you are, I hope karma finds you and gives you a new car.


My website crashing.

It was a simple update to my plug-ins gone wrong. If you’re a tech nerd you may know what I’m talking about, if not, it doesn’t really matter. The point is that with one click I saw the two words no blogger ever wants to see: Fatal Error.

I died.

This is actual footage.

I called my host (Go Daddy) because this actually happened once before and it was easily fixed by someone a lot smarter than I am. Well, not this time. Oh no, this time I had to pay $80 and wait almost 72 hours for someone to fix it. Total nightmare.

If you’re reading this, I hope you can’t feel my anxiety spilling out of the pages. It was a rough few days.


Speaking of total nightmares, let’s talk about McDonald’s. On a recommendation from a friend, my husband and I decided to watch The Founder, starring Michael Keaton, on a lame Saturday night. I was astounded at how little I knew about the beginnings of the fast food giant and even started feeling like the movie, based on the true story of Ray Kroc, may change how I feel about the food chain.


Without giving anything away I can firmly say that, although I thought it impossible, I hate McDonald’s even more.

The movie is totally worth the watch because the way McDonald’s got it’s start and how it ended up being the bane of America’s obese existence is as fascinating and disgusting as the menu.

Enjoy responsibly with fries.


My picks of the week include:

Should You Be Grateful for the Hardest Thing in Your Life? 

By Scott Shute for LinkedIn

It’s an interesting question and Shute makes a good argument after having a conversation with a “differently abled” basketball player. However, when I first read the title and thought about my hardest thing – –  the death of my mom when I was  17 – –  “grateful” is not something I have ever been . Still, I recommend reading it as Shute gives a thoughtful perspective for those really hard times in your professional or racing life.

Yes, Running Clothes Are Hideous 

By Martin Fritz Huber for Outside online

When I first read the title I thought it had to be written by a non-runner. I happen to think women’s running clothes are pretty amazing (stylish even!), but I know they can appear as abomination to those who don’t run. Once I started reading, and realized it was from a man’s perspective, I couldn’t agree more.

I wear the required uniform.


“…when it comes to running clothes, a certain degree of inappropriateness is guaranteed, no matter the season. Is there a category of athletic attire that’s more emphatically uncool? With the exception of golf, I would have to say no.”

I always say that the required running attire is reason enough for my husband to never become a serious runner. Don’t even get him started on the cycling gear.


I’m assuming most of you have already heard the story of the public running pooper? If not, you’re in for a real treat.

Apparently there is a woman in Colorado who is openly pooping on the run, and right in front of people, when (according to the local news) there is a park with bathrooms nearby. It also mentioned she brings toilet paper which I’m not sure makes it better or worse…

I will be the first to admit that I have pooped many, many, many times in the woods or somewhere else that was not a bathroom, in the 15+ years I have been running. However, I will add that I go out of my way (and even got poison ivy on my ass once!) to conceal myself because, obviously!

Runners really do not need one more reason for people to hate them. #makeitstop


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How was your week? It HAD to be better than mine!

Ever had something important lost returned to you?

Care to comment on the pooper?