My First Race (10K) Ever

“Good morning,” I wanted to tell myself, yet no sound left my mouth. Instead, the hurting in my throat became worse as I felt it all the way in my ears. Awesome. Perfect. Excellent. Because this is exactly what one needs on a race day morning!

Appreciate, Learn, Push Through | Another 10K Race

On April 20th, I ran my second 10k race. If the first race was about learning that I can do it, this one was about learning how to appreciate both my body and the trail when neither worked in my favor, learning from that experience, and pushing through.

Glacier Half | My First Half Marathon

I signed up for this race even before I ran my first race ever. Eight months, two 10K races (Chabot – Redtail Ridge Trail Run and Folsom Lake), two near-heat strokes, two really ugly patellar tendinitis in both knees, many and many shin splints, and 10 lost pounds (unplanned) later, I woke up from what could be called sleep only by a long stretch of imagination into a cold, dark, rainy morning. The race day morning.

The Running Diary (Vol 1)

During the past year, especially the past eight months, I’ve had many opportunities to sweat, swear and sweal my sanity, and it was and is in those moments (usually during a long climb up a hill or when it’s clearly dinnertime and I’m still somewhere else than at the dinner table) when I started to have those thoughts.

And why shouldn’t I share them, right? Well, there are probably some good reasons why I shouldn’t, but since when do I listen to reason, right… So here goes.

Why (the Hell) Do I Run?

Food, dogs and… feeling good?

Running Diary (Vol 2)

“I can’t see a bloody thing.”
“I can’t see a bloody thing, again.”
“I’m hungry, I’m hungry. I’m hungry. I’m hungry… Squirrel!”
“I’m gonna die. I’mgonnadieI’mgonnadie.”
“This is insane.”