I know I don’t usually post on Saturdays, but my days and nights are mixed up right now. Thank you for understanding. I have discovered that I often use races as a perfect excuse to be in complete denial about my life. Case in point: A week ago, I ran in the Shamrock Half-Marathon in Virginia Beach, with my sister and my neighbors. I probably shouldn’t have even been running, because
A.) three weeks prior I had been in the ER with a sprained foot and had not finished training
B.) we were prepping for our move, and I was stressed out
C.) I was hyper-emotional about losing my dog this week
I ran anyway because I knew it would likely be my last stateside race, I had already paid, and my mom was already here to watch the kids. I felt good and finished my 8th half in 2:26 in a sea of green. It’s cheaper than therapy I guess.
pictured from left to right: Cara Morrison, me, Alicia Medina, Darlena Kolpak, and Becky Lentz
So thankful to have run one more time with my Bradford Cove Running Crew (They all set personal records! Way to go, girls!), as well as my sis (Becky and I, well, we finished).
(Mandi, you were missed! I tripped a leprechaun in your honor.)