This past Saturday, I ran in my first race in nearly a year. (Technically I participated a Turkey Trot with my family last Thanksgiving, but I didn’t race it.)
Five friends signed up for the Hamptons Half Marathon and I registered for the accompanying 5K. Two lovely ladies joined us for the weekend and came out to cheer, so our group made eight in East Hampton.
Cheerers on top, runners on the bottom. (I’m in both because I cheered on the half after the 5k), combined this group ran over 90 miles!
Oh hey what’s up hello.
I did it again. I went a very long time without posting. In my hiatus I’ve been reading and watching a ton of really cool fitness-related content and have some incredible things to share.
Do you have a bucket list? If so, I have a suggestion for an addition: hike a glacier.
A few weeks ago I flew to Iceland with my friends Lenore and Tricia. Fresh off a red eye, we hopped into a microscopic Toyota Yaris and drove straight across the bottom of the country. Iceland is an ideal place for a road trip (at least in the summer). Extra hours of sunlight guide your journey, not so many inhabitants (traffic jams are caused by horse crossing more than rubbernecking), and gorgeous views from your window most of the way. Also, there is one main road aptly called “Ring Road” that circles the perimeter of the island which makes touring easy.
In the 11 months since I sprained my ankle, I have emptied the internet of all its secrets in the realm of ankle trauma.
Matt (Remember Matt? He’s been around this whole time but if he wants the spotlight he can get his own blog) teased me that it was overkill and obsession, but I learned a lot of things that I think helped me. Instead of summarizing my findings, since I’m not a medical researcher (I mean, by trade, I am a resident expert in all things googleable) I’m just going to tell you what worked for me. So if you have a lingering sprain that just won’t go away, read on.
To prepare for my 24-minute running adventure, I carb-loaded. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t necessary but I’m a born-again runner and I’m relearning the rules.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve started to run again. Like outside. On the ground. Not on a special space machine. I’m pretty appreciative of this development.