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Enjoyed the run tonight. You know it's a good workout when you decide to run 4 miles instead of 3. #bearathon #bearathonapproaching this will be my 3rd time to run this race. #gettingready #run #runningitswhatido let the fun of training begin!
It's finally #fall means it's time for #running again. Kicked off with #intervals I'm running local #waco this season! Every race I run will be in #waco. First responders race in #november planning for the #ultramarathon for the #miraclematch race in January and the #bearathon in march! Least but not last compete in tri waco to complete my first triathlon. #letsrunwaco #runwaco
interval run at its finest! Cold front is coming in! #running #irun #irunthatiswhatido #running #springweather #interval #intervalrunning #bearathon #bearathon2016 #wacorun #runwaco #workoutgrind
Bearathon. The Hardest Half-Marathon in Texas...
Bearathon. The Hardest Half-Marathon in Texas…
Woot! There is another item off of my 30 Before 30. My friend (and sorority sister), Brittany and I just ran the Baylor University Bearathon, also known as the “Hardest Half in Texas.”
It was pouring down rain when the race first began, but luckily it let up when we were about halfway through. You wouldn’t think that Waco would have a tough half, but miles 6-9 have some intense elevation…
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I did it Im only half crazy! Finished the Bearathon it was difficult but very worth it. This was my first half marathon and hope todo many more. If I could offer a piece of advice to anyone who wants todo a half marathon or who is already training, I would say train harder because nothing can truly prepare you for the course unless you’re actually training on the course, start really hydrating a few days before the race I did this and I’m so happy I had less cramps and didn’t feel as thirsty or flustered, and the MOST important thing encourage yourself, throughout the race I would feel myself just wanting to just sit down and not move another inch but I told myself I CAN so I did!
Saturday Sabbath.
March 22, 2014
College Saturdays are the best.
I wake up under a pile of down comforter and old Amish quilt and eye my watch: nope, not late enough yet.
Catch another thirty minutes of quality snooze time...and I am convinced the best mornings are the alarm-less ones. Friday nights usually run good and late, snuggled up and chatting with best friends and favourite people, so Saturdays are, without a doubt, meant for sleeping in.
It's 8 or so, and I flip on the soft light of the vintage lamp on my nightstand, check my phone, and let out a big, long stretch-yawn. It's overcast. I can hear both birds and cheering in the distance.
Cheering.
Because it's Bearathon Saturday.
I pull Grandpa's old flannel off its hook on the wall and button it up, all long and baggy, over the pajamas Jake gave me for Christmas. I grab an old wood-slated, canvas-backed lawn chair and nestle in at the end of the steep driveway of this woodsy home I love.
The first runners pass; I smile and cheer. Elijah, Joey, Chris--how fun! Not knowing who is going to be running, I am surprised every 2.4 seconds by a new familiar face.
An old grandpa-man gives an encouraging, "best pajamas I've ever seen!" shout, and more than one middle-aged woman asks if I want to trade spots--and why don't I have coffee, they all wonder.
Two buddies give each other a brotherly fist pump, here at mile eight, and a Penguin-suit guy runs back and forth in a stellar performance meant to boost morale. It seems to be working.
Drew, Sam, Sarah Guhl, Jeremiah from Moderns, David Stevenson (Mr. Baylor)--lots of cheers and "go, go, go!" shouting.
A dad and his little boy sit in the driveway next door, waiting for Mama to pass by. The boy sees her and his little toddler-legs run to her arms. "Mama, Mama, Mama!" She pulls out and spins him around in the sweetest embrace. Drops out of the race, loses her spot, and tacks minutes onto her time...to give her baby a hug. I think we could all do a little more race-ditching for hug-giving.
Cameron from Anatomy, Emily from Crew, Marie, Corrine, and Mason. Kaitlinn and Lydia-- so many friends doing such a great job.
Our darling Sarah runs by, and Bree arrives just in time, and we run with her for 1/4 mile or so--me in my sexy oversized-flannel and flowery pajamas and Bree in her running gear--and then I turn around and head back to my beloved driveway spot, laughing my way past many-a-runner jesting, "you're going the wrong way!" Yeah, me in my pajamas and green clogs...going the wrong way.
The old and the young and the middle-aged, and everyone in between. The slow, the fast; the happy, the downcast. The runners and the try-best-ers. The ones with all the gear and those who look like they just rolled out of bed. The shufflers and the striders. The huffer-puffers and the six-packed, shirtless men. The insanely fit elderly couples and the overweight trying to shed a few pounds--valiantly. People from far away and those who have run this thing for more years than I've been alive. And everyone with one, singular goal--to run 13.1 miles and cross the finish line, victorious. Races are beautiful events, folks.
The last of the runners passes, and Bree heads to the finish line, and Caitlin and Ford sweep behind the last of the last. And I throw on real people clothes and scarf a bowl of breakfast and race off to donate platelets.
College Saturday mornings.
The best of the best.
Hello, Everyone!
I hope you all have a had a relaxing weekend!
So yesterday I volunteered at the Bearathon (supposedly it's the "toughest half-marathon in Texas" because of the hills around Cameron Park. And let me tell y'all, I have never been so inspired to run. My Quidditch team was handing out water and Gatorade at mile 5 (where the hills begin) so the runners we're not even half-way done yet, and I give them mad props for still going strong. There were people a lot heavier than me, and I was a little ashamed of myself for not having trained and ran as well because I knew that if I had prepared, I could have been out there running with them. Congratulations to everybody who went out there and ran, and my thoughts go out to the family of the senior from Baylor who passed away minutes from the finish line.
