Just What The Chiro Ordered... Maybe

/

What I failed to mention in yesterday's post about my new 5K PR is that I blew out my right hamstring at the beginning of the race. This hamstring/glute gives me grief every summer (marathon training time) and it had been acting up on and off for weeks. On Saturday, I'd almost reached the one-mile marker when I felt a big "POP!" at the back of my thigh and behind my knee. 

There was a moment of panic, then for a second I thought maybe the pop had actually released the hamstring because it felt good, then I took another few steps and returned to panic. The hamstring hurt. 

But the beauty of a race is your adrenaline is flowing and your attention is easily diverted. I kept running and it was fine. Until I stopped.

Read More

New PR: PTI 5K On The Runway

/

THE RACE

This past Saturday I met my goal of setting a new PR (personal record) in the 5K. I ran the PTI 5K On the Runway, a race literally held on an airport runway. Races don't come any flatter than this one, folks. Add in to that sunny skies and cool temps in the low 60's at the start of the race, and it was the perfect combo. Runners were setting PR's right and left and our hands hurt when we left from high-fiving each other so much. 

My best 5K time was set at this same race last year. Then, I ran a 21:37, which is a 7-minute/mile pace. This year, I wanted under 21 minutes. I trained using my beloved "Run Less, Run Faster" Furman program for a 20:50 race finish. My final time?

20:44.

PSYCHED.

Read More

A Small World of Happy Conincidences

/

True story.

A woman who works in Blair's group  had a birthday last week. Her husband gave her a book, For The Love of Cats, that he'd randomly found and purchased on Amazon. The woman looked at the title page, saw my name and said, "That's Blair's wife!"

 I just find it kind of cool that of all the cat books out there (and trust me... there are a few), this man happened to pick out one that was written by the wife of the guy his wife works with. 

One hundred thousand more small coincidences like that and I'll be a millionaire. ;)

Cheers,

Dena