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Looking at the course map is always a bit of a reality check. Yep, 26.2 is a looooong way.

Time flies. Wasn’t it just a few months ago folks were running the Eugene Marathon? And now they are signing up to race and beginning their training again. Wahoo! Signing up for a race is an exciting day. The Eugene Marathon had their annual kick off party this morning at the Eugene Running Company and there was definitely a buzz in the air. It was part, “yeck, yeah, let’s do this thing!” and part, “oh, man, what did I just do?” Either way, it’s a jazzed feeling and the beginning of a kick-butt commitment to run and train. I am so lucky to have been witness to so many smiling, runner faces registering for a great race. The Eugene Marathon puts on an amazing weekend filled with a kid’s run, 5K, half and full marathon. The course is primarily flat, fast, full of loud spectators and that fabulous Tracktown energy…. you could feel it today!

Thanks to those who stopped by the booth to check out and pick up some runner items and everyone I got to chat with. Lots of free hugs happening!

Yep, we had the RMR goodies there today. As well as our fun winery event slideshow. It was fun having people come by and see themselves. Y'all are so cute!

Tate, super momma and ultra runner, works for the Eugene Marathon. She was doin it all today!

A Thursday regular to the RMR group, another Laura! I got to meet her sweet family today too.

Of course, OTC was represented. Become a member - great local and runner bennies!

Danuta and I got a good chat in where she confessed to me her latest running goal. I'm keeping it a secret.

I love Natalie's smile, but she was wearing some really slick boots. I wish I would have gotten a photo of those too! She was our winery run & brunch speaker - great to see her again today!

Terri, in the middle, was a recent customer, but I can't say more than that because recipients of those goodies are in the photos. Ssshhh...it's holiday time.

Thanks for making my weekend you fab runners! Keep me posted on how training goes on our Facebook page. We’d love to hear updates!

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Deb & I warming up after 6 sweet miles

8 women, 2 dogs, 6 miles, 1 gallon coffee. That’s a recipe for a great morning…and it was! Run Momma Run’s first trail run gathering was, well, dark at first. For some reason I thought sunrise was around 6:45am, so I planned the run for 7:00. Fortunately, the first mile or so of trail 5 on Mt. Pisgah is dirt and gravel, so the one head lamp we had sufficed to get us through to sunlight. While we waited on the sun, we were treated to a hooting owl that seemed to get closer and closer as we hopped rocks and splashed through a few muddy puddles – perfect for an almost Halloween morning. Once we made it out into the grassy fields on the edge of the arboretum, the sun lit up the foggy clouds and we could see our way to the east gate. We stopped to take a picture mid-way and re-introduce ourselves since we could scarcely tell who was who when we started out. 6 miles later, we were warmed up, sipping coffee and swapping plans for runs and races. Thanks for a fantastic morning, ladies. You rock!

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For all the running I do with friends, I love my solo days. For me, they come in two varieties:

1. The days I plan to run myself: These are mid-week runs in which I plan to hit the road or trails alone. I mostly look forward to these, but sometimes they are about getting mileage in and feel a bit rote.

2. The days I plan to run with others, but no one can come: These usually turn out to be really sweet, after my attitude adjustment. Here’s how it goes… I email several people to go for a run. Lots of email chatter ensues. Nobody can come. Dialogue to self turns 8 years old, “Fine! I didn’t want to run with anybody anyway. I’ll go by myself. I don’t need you guys.” Then I get it in gear and slide into acceptance. Acceptance leads to giddy excitement when I realize I can do any route, any speed, any distance and look forward to being alone with just my breath and the trail.

Here’s a quick video slideshow of a run of the number #2 variety, at my favorite place, Mt. Pisgah in Eugene, Oregon Oh, and I met some very cool people at about mile 7 of 10. Dustin, Lisa and their little buddy, Pepsi. They are ultra runners who moved here from Montana. Lisa was excited about running the SOB next year. Coming from Montana, she said, she loves hills. Wow.

Do you look forward to solo runs?

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My bib is pink. That's girlie, right?

I Run Like a Girl

I’m thinking it’s never too late to get girlier. That’s a word, right? I’m not one for product home-parties, long appointments at the spa or fancy drinks with umbrellas. I was never a ‘pink’ wearer (except for that stint in 5th grade when I was sporting tight pink Dittos pants with the upside-down U over the butt), but  since bringing home my daughter who is ever-so-fashionable at age 4, I’m trying. She’s very inspiring with her coordinating polka-dot skorts and tops, pink leggings and, of course, the ever-present faux-feather pink boa. Thanks to her my closet now sports a couple pink tops and a pink skirt.  So, when I heard about the inaugural Eugene Women’s Half  Marathon and all the chat about the girlie goodies at the finish, I was non-plussed. But then I got to thinking about those treats…

The Trujillo brothers serving up some King Estate flavored mimosas. I finally got to tell them how much I love watching them run in perfect unison in my neighborhood.

1. I love me a good mimosa. Sure, at my last race they handed me a 22 oz. locally brewed IPA and that’s my fave, but mimosas are sorta like screwdrivers, right? I like those.

2. Massages are a must, really, in the life of a distance runner. While I still don’t get one as often as I’d like, they have become a medical need more than a luxury.

3. Chocolate is good. Very good. No argument there.

4. Running with a couple thousand women has a sweet vibe. Actually, a very powerful vibe!

5. The event was run by the same race directors who put on the Eugene Marathon, so of course it was going to be fun.

My mind opened and so did my wallet and a registered. So glad I did! The preview run downtown a month prior was a hoot. I saw so many friends who I run with often and not often enough. It helped me get my training in the right gear, enough for a PR on the 13.1 mile course.

I Run Like a Mother

Havin' a Shea Day! Run Like a Mother author Sarah and I sporting our runner momma tees

The real fun started the night before the race with a reading by Sarah Bowen Shea, co-author of the momma-must-read book, Run Like a Mother. Sarah graciously invited me to share her table with her while she chatted with racers at the packet pick-up and sold and signed books and tees. I have to admit I was nervous to be in the presence of a fast runner, amazing sports and fitness writer and well, let’s just say it, a famous runner momma! No need to be nervous. She was warm and hilarious and we had lots in common, not the least of which was how quickly we pit-out in the sun. To get the full scoop on our matching sweaty armpits and other pre-race shenanigans, check out the Eugene Women’s Half  video made by Julie of Chubby Mommy Running Club. Oh, and did I mention she read my favorite chapter on mental toughness? Nothing girly about that! Sarah introduced me to the idea of leaving nothing on the course; give the race everything you have. It changed my running and pushed me through my fear.

I Run to the Bathroom

It's true what they say. You can make friends with people (like Pam & Gwen) waiting in a porta-potty line before the race.

Race day! It was exciting, nerve-wracking (mostly cuz I figured I’d be stuck in a mile-long porta-potty line when the gun went off) and fun. Found some of my “people” Deb and Lisa and hovered between the 2:10 and 2:00 hour pacer balloons, wondering, as I always do at the beginning of the race, why they play the national anthem. Being born in our neighboring country to the north, Deb hummed a few bars of Oh Canada.  When the gun went off, my nerves gelled into excitement and I immediately knew I had to get in front of the 2:00 hour pacer balloon quickly.

And It’s All Good Until it’s Not

With the 2-hour gal behind me, I felt determined. In the spirit of not leaving anything on the road, I grabbed an 8:50 pace and tried to stay there. It was hard. At mile 11 it was really hard and then something terrible happened. A gal about 15 yards ahead of me fell and hit her head on the pavement. She was cut up in a few places and bleeding, most noticeably from her head. I walked with her for a few minutes, gave her the rest of my water from my Amphipod and asked her questions about what day it was and did she know her name. I was so worried that she would take another fall when she decided to start running again, that I tried not to let her out of my sight. She was a quick one though and cruised up and on around the corner. Stopping that far into a race is hard. Your momentum is gone, your focus interrupted. It was all I could do to kick-start myself into a ‘push’ for the final stretch. My last mile was an 8:16, my mantra being “pick up your feet”.

And It’s Not Over Till the Fake Lady Sings

Not sure which is more strange: the bra on the outside or the dyed mustache

I never found the amazing woman who got up and ran through the blood and sweat, but I did find some other amazing things at the finish including the dress-wearing Nebi, as he introduced himself. (Later I learned Sarah Shea told him during the supposed-to-be-all-women-race that he’d go faster if he shaved! Being a writer, I guess you can think of great lines like that in the moment you need them.) I met some new folks I hope to run with at our Run Momma Run group and definitely enjoyed me some mimosas, chocolate, Luna bars, strawberry lemonade vodka (hmmm, that’s two drinks before noon) and some great post-race hugs from my sometimes girlie runner momma friends. See photos below!

Heather of http://www.michiganrunnergirl.com came out to run. So fun to meet her!

Are they gorgeous or what? Lara, Amanda & Julie post stellar finish

Love this shot! Sarah & Jessicca (her 1st half!)

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Super Moms Sara, Jessicca and Heather

  • Perfect temp of 62 degrees, cool breeze
  • Empty (runnable) streets of downtown Eugene
  • Chatty group of running women
  • Lots of friends and people I’ve been wanting to run with
  • Super friendly directors
  • Big o’ batch of mimosas waiting for us at the finish

Now that’s the way to start a morning!  The Eugene Women’s Half Preview Run was super fun for all the reasons above…and more. I’m not sure what I’m addicted to; the running itself or the energy of getting out there with a group of dedicated running women (oh, and that one guy I saw). It’s a club, a gang, and a secret society all rolled into one. I was never in a club, a gang or a secret anything (well, except when I was in the Air Force and we can’t talk about that or, you know, the whole I’d have to kill you thing.) Anyway, I love that ‘group’ feeling. That energy that starts you off and keeps you going to the finish. I love it that we’re all a mess at the end – crazy hair, red-salty-faced and stinky. I love it that we all push ourselves and push each other to get better, dammit.

I especially love talking to runner mommas. We do the quick check-in about how many kids we have and their ages.  Moms with the youngest kids get a reverent head-nod and an”oooh, wow”. We know how much tougher it is for them to get out the door to run it out. Met one with a 3 and 18 month old today. You’re the winner of the day, Andrea!

The Eugene Women's Half Race Directors (and little Charlie)

I was aiming for a slowish run  as I had already done a 6 mile tempo on Thursday. But how can you not speed up with so much  estrogen in the air? Ended up doing just over my 1/2 marathon pace goal. Sweet! It wasn’t timed and there were no awards, just fun.

Race day looks like it’s going to be a great course with a mix of downtown Eugene and  river path, starting and finishing at the 5th Street Public Market. Nicole Teter and Andy Downin, the race directors, must be doing a great job getting the news out for the September 5th race cuz it’s 70% full. (Max is 2,500 runners). Hey, there is still time to register, so why not? We’ll teach you the secret society handshake.

Oh, and the mimosas? Taaaasty!

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Skweet Bottle Wash Experiment - oh so cleeeeen

When I got back into trail running a little less than a year ago, I mainly used hand-held water bottles for up to 10 mile runs. But when I planned a longer run one day, I decided to dig out my hubby’s Camelbak to give the hydration system a try. It was nice having my hands free, but the pack had been sitting around a while and no matter how much I cleaned out the bladder, the taste was horrible. Plastic-semi-gunk taste – bluck! I have since bought a Nathan Hydration Vest and so I sort of gave up on the Camel until I planned a long trail run with 3 other gals, 2 of whom hadn’t been on trails before. One of them asked to borrow the Camelbak. I had another hand held I was going to lend out as well, but then remembered a friend let her dog drink out of it the week before on a long run. (Not a huge deal, I’m a dog lover, but boy, I had some cleaning to do if I was going to let these ladies borrow my stuff.)

Enter Skweet sport bottle wash – 100% biodegradeable, non-toxic.  A local super star master’s runner and coach Mike Blackmore who reps the product turned me on to it a few months ago, but I hadn’t tried it yet. What did I have to lose? I lined up all my bottles and the gunky Camelbak and followed the easy instructions to wash it all up:

1 tsp. for each water bottle

1-2 Tbsp. for the bladder

Fill with water, swish-shake-squeeze through drinking spout on the bottles and syphon out through the bladder tube.

Then came the test – refill and taste the Camelbak water…… drumroll please…..delicious! Cool! It tasted super clean and there was no plastic or soapy taste. Love it!

Here are some links to get you going:

Learn more or order online at Skweetclean.com

If you live in Eugene, contact Mike Blackmore of Blackmore Massage to get it locally.

Got a gadget to recommend or trick up your sleeve you want to share?

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This isn't me, but you get the idea. You just wanna help her, don't ya?

I have Bike Dork Syndrome. I don’t know why really, but I just can’t seem to feel comfortable in bikeland. I suppose I don’t ride enough and usually save my semi-serious efforts for when I’m injured and have to cross-train, like the last two weeks. In case you’re not sure if you’re a dork on a bike, check out my list of blunders. If you can claim more than 3 of these as situations you find yourself in, you too might be suffering from BDS.

  • You notice people look sorry for you, then you realize it’s cuz you’re wearing your helmet really crooked.  That’s me.
  • You wheel your bike out of the garage and give yourself a big, bloody scrape from the pedal. That’s me.
  • You squeeze and squeeze your bike tires before you hop on cuz you think they need air, over-inflate them, then almost kill yourself trying to check them mid-ride. That’s me.
  • You’re cranking a hard workout while your shopping basket is clanking away on your handlebars. That’s me.
  • You take at least 5 minutes locking up your bike because half the time you just lock it to itself and not the rack. That’s me.
  • You adjust your seat a little lower to better reach the curb in hopes of avoiding the hop-stop-hop-stop dance into traffic while pushing the walk signal. That’s me.
  • You shift in the wrong direction and make it much harder to go up hills, but pretend you wanted it to be impossible and convince yourself it’s a better workout that way. That’s me.

This last two weeks of biking, hiking, yoga and core work has really motivated me to do two things…

  1. Learn how to be frickin comfortable on a bike, or at least look like it. I should take lessons from my kids. They are naturals at everything. Or maybe I just need a Hello Kitty bike bell. hmmm.
  2. Cross-train more. Everyone who is anyone in the runner-sphere knows it’s a good idea, but this runner momma, short on time, keeps slipping into her comfort zone of running and running and running. Which is probably why I got injured in the first place.

You only get that dorky newbie feeling when you’re new at something. Getting more comfortable with it will make it more enjoyable. I know this because I have talked to many people who have tried running and say they don’t like it. They then tell me all the newbie uncomfortable stuff about it that makes them feel dorky and hate it. Are you good on a bike? Let’s grab coffee and help each other out!

Keeping my pledge to do more cross-training will be hard. What do you do to make sure you’re fit all over? And how do you squeeze cross-training into a crazy schedule?

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