The Elwood circus – Amelia (Baby E’s bloggy nickname) and Lucy and all – are heading down to Indy tomorrow for packet pickup before the race on Saturday. So tonight, I’m puttering around the house packing a bit and trying to think through what I’ll need for the race. It’ll be 30 stupid degrees out
Amelia (Baby Elwood bloggy name) is eight weeks old. As each week passes, I feel more and more centered and normal. Pregnancy is NOT a normal state of being, and there’s a reason that the weeks and months following birth are called “the fourth trimester.” Hormones, sleep deprivation, breastfeeding, not to mention your entire brain
Yesterday, I did something I never did before. I went for a run with no running app, no GPS, not even checking the clock as I left the car. I literally had no idea how far or how long I was running; I had only the experience of running that route a number of times
I’m five weeks in on an 18-week marathon training plan for the Indianapolis Monumental Marathon on November 2. It’s crazy to think that I’m almost a third of the way done with this journey. I feel like I still have so far to go both in strengthening my body to be able to run 26.2
Since I’m planning to race in a few events this spring and summer, I took along my running gear to Hungary for the first time. Last year, my friend Rachel and I had explored the area around our hotel during some free afternoons, and I had wished even then that I’d brought my trainers along.