Training in the heat- tips to be smart and safe

IMG_7253-1Summer is fast approaching, days getting longer, and temperatures will begin to rise.  Training in the heat is inevitable and in some cases practically unavoidable (I live in Las Vegas where heat is “normal”).  If you are faced with training in the heat there are a few things to consider keeping yourself cool and safe while training.

The sun is at it highest point between the hours of 10am and 4pm. It is best to avoid these times. Always wear sunscreen and reapply. Wear white or light UV protective clothing (the Coolibar cooling fitness shirt is a perfect example) to reflect the sun’s rays.  Dark colors absorb the heat. Wear a hat and UV protective sunglasses.

Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate.  Know your sweat loss rate.  Weigh yourself before and after a workout to know how much sweat you lose and replenish with this amount as well as taking in electrolyte sports drink during activity. Cramping is a sign of mineral loss so make sure you are taking in an electrolyte sports drink to keep you hydrated and replenish minerals lost in sweat.

Help keep the body cool by pouring cold water over pulse points in the wrist and back of the neck.  Also pouring over the top of the head.  A majority of the body’s heat is released through the top of the head.  That being said if wearing a hat be sure to wear a ventilated one so heat can escape and is not trapped.  There are cooling neckbands you can wear.  In extreme heat situations I have frozen wristbands and worn them and continued to pour water over them. The absorbent nature keeping the cool water on my pulse points.  I have participated in extreme heat races and they have provided ice towels and cooling stations.

Be aware of warning signs of heat stress and have an emergency plan in place (carry a phone, wear an ID bracelet with emergency contact information).

Warning signs of heat stress and heat related illnesses (dehydration, hypernatremia, heat exhaustion, heat stroke, heat cramps) include but are not limited to: muscle cramps, nausea or vomiting, weakness, headache, dizziness, confusion, cold and/or clammy skin, fainting, fast or weak pulse, hot red dry or moist skin, and even unconsciousness.

Keep in mind there is nothing wrong with playing it 100% safe and taking your training indoors.  You won’t skip a beat in your training and you can train safely without worry sun damage and heat related stress and illnesses.

Be Healthy, Train Smart, Have Fun


*this post can also be found on the Coolibar Sun Protection blog and Team PRS FIT articles, an original article written by me for Coolibar UV Protection clothing*



Why I prefer *gasp* the treadmill

Runner treadmill ILLUS.jpgI have a reputation for being the “Treadmill Queen”.  I wouldn’t call myself a Queen; Court Jester would be more accurate.  When it comes to the treadmill go ahead and prepare to call me freak, sick, strange, crazy, whatever name you should choose but in all honesty I prefer to run on the treadmill.

There.  I said it, the “anti” runner statement.  But it is true.  On a brisk 40-50 degree day (“perfect” running weather) you will find me on the treadmill.  Shoot, pretty much most of my runs, you will find me on the treadmill.

In an attempt to get 99% of the running community to take a glimpse into my alter universe I will provide you with the multitude of reasons as to why I personally prefer to run on the treadmill, in no particular order:

  1. No dogs off leashes.  Well, there is one.  But he snoozes on the yoga mat beside the treadmill and the worst thing he does is pass gas.  I have been chased over walls, had ankles and the back of my leg bitten by all shapes and sizes of dogs, cats and oh I live in the desert…. don’t get me started on Coyotes.
  2. No stoplights.
  3. No rattlesnakes.
  4. The nearest bathroom is 3 feet away, it is clean, not a bush or tree that I hope is wide enough to hide me, has toilet paper stocked (well, that can remain to be seen as I am the only female in my house, but at least I know where the spare rolls are kept), it also has really pretty smelling soap in there.  BONUS.
  5. I can wear a sports bra and shorts and not worry about looking like a busted can ‘o biscuits hanging out everywhere in the land of Cirque performers.
  6. No cars.
  7. No motorcycles.
  8. No creepers that seem to be lapping the block over, and over, and over, and over. Shudder
  9. No random poles, stop signs, light posts that jump in front of me and crash into me.  I mean really?  The nerve.
  10. No rocks or other objects to trip over.  Or the desert hare that ran in front of me with comedic timing and ended up getting punted.  Let me tell you something so cute can REALLY give a mean stink eye.
  11. I like to run light.  The treadmill holds my water bottles, cell phone, fuel, snot rocket towel, HR monitor watch, and sweat towel.
  12. Can’t step in poop.
  13. Temperature and climate control.
  14. I can watch TV or a movie if I want.  I never have, but I could if I wanted.
  15. If I take it to the puke zone the trashcan is next to the treadmill or refer to #4.
  16. I listen to my iPod and don’t have to worry about hearing my surroundings, I can get lost in my music.  I can also sing out loud without crazy looks, well, unless the family is home.
  17. I can control my pace, timed surges, etc. without OCD checking my wrist.  Just a quick glance at the dash and touch of a button.
  18. If my clothes are stained, don’t match, ugly, stinky, only person to bother is me, and or refer to #1 the dog with gas that sleeps on the yoga mat.
  19. I can control my elevation gain.
  20. Sun safe!  Sunscreen not needed.
  21. I can’t get lost.
  22. No chance of accidental bug ingestion.
  23. Can’t get pooped on by a bird or have one crash into my head (yes this has happened to me twice).
  24. I can completely zone out and not have to be aware of my surroundings.  I solve the world’s problems in my head.  And well, think of blog posts like this one….
  25. When my son was a newborn and my husband worked graveyard shift and slept during the day we did not have a fancy stroller, it was my only way to regain sanity.  Without it for MANY years no treadmill, no run.  For anyone who calls the treadmill the “dreadmill” I want them to be faced with the harsh reality that if they want to run THE ONLY way they CAN is on the treadmill. How quickly they will appreciate the treadmill.
  26. PRS FIT ultra teammates and their pacers logged hours and hours and miles and miles on their treadmills training for the Rocky Raccoon 100 miler.
  27. Coach Jeff of PRS FIT ran 24 hours on a treadmill logging a total of 82 miles to raise awareness for prostrate cancer.  Running on a treadmill gives you mental strength.  Running on a treadmill is badass.

Do not get me wrong.  I love to run outside, in nature.  The sights, the sounds, the smells.  But given a choice I will take the treadmill thank you.

*this original post by me was first published in Team PRS FIT*


Scratch n:  a point at the beginning of a project at which nothing has been done ahead of time (built from -)

For those of you who have been following my less than stellar 2013 race year, this post will make sense, for those of you who have not, I suggest a minimum of going back to blog post “Back in the Ring” and starting from there to catch you up with things.

On to “Scratch”:

I was very fortunate to be released well ahead of schedule by my neurosurgeon, with the limited ability to run and bike.  Earlier he had predicted March as my release date.  Having a healthy foundation proved to be to my advantage aiding in my speedy recovery.  I am still limited, and tire out easily.  I am expected to have a full release at some point in February.

Being an active and strong person this has been a humbling experience.  During recovery one of the hardest things I am dealing with are the daily living activity restrictions.  I was always the one who carried the case of copier paper in from the office supply, the 50lb bag of dog food, played sports with my son and carried him up the stairs at night.  That was the me everyone knew.  Recently I was doing the family grocery shopping and realized I could not finish as many of the things I could not lift into the cart.  Something that used to be so easy, a case of water bottles, I was forbidden to lift.

That day at he grocery store I had a close run-in with a “suspicious” person in the parking lot.  I had the sobering realization that had something happened, for the first time I would not be able to run away, or defend myself like I had been able to do in the past.  When I got home I sat in the car in the garage, and cried.

I am very well aware this new normal is still so much better than the intense and constant pain I was in pre-surgery.  I had no quality of life.  However, it still is very difficult mentally to deal with and accept. I still struggle with it daily.

In the days after being released I had an intense focus on doing as the surgeon instructed and slowly got back into running and biking.  Again, with limitations, but I will take some over none. I was not going to jeopardize my recovery.  I want to be the “strong Mommy” again as my son used to call me.

When I was released to run, I knew  I was no longer the athlete I once was.  I wasn’t even a glimmer.   I went back and looked through my training logs and found I was where I was in 2009 when I started officially training, from the beginning.  From scratch.

I read through those logs from 2009.  I saw one common thing staring out at me from the pages, I was HAPPY.  Truly and completely happy.  I enjoyed running.  It wasn’t about speed, or distance or time.  I was excited just to get up and run.   There was something refreshing about everything being new.  No expectations, no pressure.  It was all for the fun and joy of it.  Reading through the logs reminded me what this thing called “the run” was about.

2013 has been a tragic, trying, disappointing, and stressful year.  I regret to say there has not been a lot of joy in 2013.  Among all the things that happened, the most significant where having serious unexpected health problems and losing my Mom.  I found out who true friends were, I found out who supported me and who wanted to see me fail.  I also found out, most importantly, who I was, and what I wanted out of life.  A reboot of priorities you could say.

Am I the athlete I once was? No.  Will I ever be again? Only time will tell.  Am I going to plan a “comeback”?  I don’t know.  Am I going to plan a 2014 race calendar?  No. Do I have a renewed appreciation of the run?  Absolutely.    One thing I do know is this- I am a new runner/athlete again.  I am going to focus on what I can do, not what I can’t.  I am going to rebuild myself, with patience, the finest “ingredients”, smile, and enjoy every step of the way-

from scratch.


Rock and Roll Las Vegas 2013 Race Recap Part II of II

Part II of II

As soon as I saw in the email I could also participate in the Half Marathon, I logged onto the RNRLV website.  There was a 4 hour cut off for the Half Marathon, 1:40 for the Half of a Half.  When walking in recovery I was easily walking well within the pace for the Half Marathon, I was straining a little for the pace required for the Half of a Half.  A quick email to my doctor (yes he is amazing and will answer emails on a Sunday- I am spoiled) and a text to my PRS FIT co-coach, Coach and friend Rebecca Adamson and it was decided, literally just hours before the start…I was going to do the Half Marathon.   My poor husband, just smiled and shook his head.  I am an Idiot (really truly Idiots Running Club Member #41 aka Prom Queen).


I read the back of my membership card.  The oath of the Idiots.  Dumb thing, check.  I planned to laugh, have fun, and not take the event too seriously.  I decided, to have a blast.  As a Coach for PRS FIT our philosophy is “Be Healthy, Train Smart, Have Fun”.  So “Have Fun” was going to be my race plan.  Plain and simple.

Pre-race fuel one hour prior to the start I had 1 scoop of GenUCAN protein with 8 oz of almond milk.

My husband and son drove me and dropped me at the location of the corrals.  Let’s just say I am spoiled, he has connections and is able to get through the road blocks and drop me off right at the start.  Did I mention I am spoiled?

I had plenty of time to hit the porta potty lines and get to my corral.  In a last minute decision I decided to carry my phone with me.  My apologies to anyone who I told I would not have my phone on me, it was truly a last minute decision. I had 2 athletes racing and wanted to keep up with runner tracking.  Also, in the event my neck went on strike and I ended up in a med tent, I wanted to be able to call my husband.

In my corral 3 things started conversation with those around me:

1-     My “Cancer Survivor” Bondi Band.  I am a 12 time survivor.  Every day is a victory. (This photo is from earlier this year)


2-     The quote on the back of my shirt.


3-     My artfully placed PRS FIT racing stripes on my neck


I cannot count the number of people who asked if they could take pictures of the back of me (including my neck and shirt).  A local news videographer did too, however, I didn’t make the highlight reel, oh well.

I was at the back of my corral and to the far right.  I know the course well and was going with runner etiquette.   I would hug the curb so as not to get run over and block those behind me.  I also was able during conversation to warn the front of the corral behind me I was walking and my plan.  I was afraid of hecklers, I received applause and complete support instead.

The first mile was the hardest as I felt like I was standing with my back to a massive wave as it surged against me.   People were emerging on either side of me (even though I was hugging the curb).  But once I made it past mile 1 I was in the clear and it was smooth sailing from here on out.

One thing about RNRLV that is so special is the crowds. WALLS of them.  Cheering, the signs, the costumes, cow bells.  I decided to give a high five everyone that wanted one.  Later on this would turn out not to be my best idea.

I felt great. I kept checking my pace to keep it around the 16 minute pace.  I knew this would reduce impact on my neck and was my comfort area.  If I went any faster I would risk my neck acting up and ending up in a med tent calling my husband to get me.

At about mile 4.5 I realized I needed to check my phone to see the splits for my athletes.  Tracking was only working on one of them, great. The one that was working, was telling me they were SMOKING the course, I needed to get my butt to the left lane at the the median (I was on the far right) because he was going to be passing on the other side any minute.

I was walking.  Everyone was running.  I didn’t want to be “that girl” and walk in front of people.  I was using as much etiquette as possible in this race.  I looked to my left, and as if I had magic powers, I had a clear path open completely from right to left.  I took off and made it from right to left without running, and disturbing the oncoming runners.  Whew.

I started scanning the runners on the other side.  Saw teammate Jorge surging by and screamed a cheer for him.  Perfect timing.  Still, I was searching.  Then, I spotted the IRC shirt coming.  BOOM!  Perfect timing, it was Paul (you can find a photo of Paul in Recap Part I).  Screamed a cheer, he looked up and saw me.   Perfect timing again.  Ok, now for me to charge on and finish this race and hope my other athlete (whose tracking was not working) was doing well.

That athlete was racing the full marathon for an amazing cause.  She had been feeling under the weather, and the heavy hand of it started coming down on her, hard.  She called me several times. Throughout the race I kept urging her on to finish for that cause.  One foot in front of the other.   (Teri Radke is a strong athlete and went on to fight tooth and nail and finish the marathon strong- that is her in the pink shirt below).


After turning around from downtown and heading back toward the finish around mile 9 the crowds were really getting rowdy in a good way.  I was still giving out high fives.  I had one person call me out “Cancer Survivor I got a high five for ya here!” She was smiling, I went over and she hit my hand like a baseball bat hitting a ball out of the park for the winning home run.  At that moment I felt intense pain shoot from my arm straight through to my neck.

Oh. Sh&t.

Etiquette aside, I now moved to the center to avoid high fives.  It would have to be “thumbs up” from here on out.


Mile 11 my heart was moving to my throat.  I was going to do this.  I was going to finish.  End this year on a high note.

Mile 12 The tears started welling up in my eyes.   Everything leading up to this day is why I was here, why I would finish this.  I was wearing purple in Memory of my Mom.  #4Bunny

Mile 13 my face hurt from smiling.  I could see the finish.

I crossed the finish and the tears started rolling down my face. Just three weeks post spinal neck surgery.  I did it.  My slowest Half Marathon ever.  In memory of my Mom. My most enjoyable, memorable, and most amazing race to date.  This was my 5th year in a row racing RNRLV and for the the 5th year in a row I was greeted at the finish by my husband and son.  I cannot tell you how much it means to me to have them there.   Their love and support is my world.


Post race my #1 focus was going to be full and complete recovery from surgery.  I was ready to get back to being active and able to play with my son.

In the couple days after I was feeling good.  Really good.  My neck was sore, but not more than the usual during recovery.  Then while on a walk with my husband the pain became intense, bringing me to tears.  After review my new symptoms and dissecting the race with my surgeon we came to the realization my exuberant high five lady may have done some damage.  I was put on rest, no more walking and I am to report all symptoms to my surgeon daily.

On November 21 I developed fever and further complications.

I seem to take 1 step forward and 2 steps back. I saw something recently that I am going to think of daily to try stay positive through this frustrating time:

“Optimism is looking at a step forward and a step back, not as going backwards, but just as doing the Cha Cha.”

I’ve never been a dancer, but I am getting pretty good at the Cha Cha.

I have a lot of restrictions and a long and slow recovery ahead of me.  I have been told to expect not to be able to lift weights for 8 months.  I may be able to run again in 6, the key word being may.   I have been told a lot of things that I cannot do.

I started this blog January of 2012 with the post “Mantra”.  I now know more than ever my mantra will carry me through the remaining part of 2013 and for all of 2014.

“Tell me what I can’t do, I’ll show you what I can

My most sincere thanks to the following:

Team PRS FIT. I am honored daily to not only be an athlete but a Coach for such and inspirational and motivating group of people.

Idiots Running Club, for reminding me to laugh until it hurts and be thankful for this thing called the “run”.

Training Peaks, Raw Elements, and Coolibar. Thank you all for continuing to support me, even in this less than stellar race year.

True friends for “being there” for me during this rough year.

Most importantly my husband Joel and son Ty.  You two are my rock, my world.  I love you.

Rock and Roll Las Vegas 2013 Race Recap Part I of II

*IMPORTANT* Before you begin reading this recap, if you have not read my previous blog post “Back in the Ring” you will miss the prequel to this and may not fully understand.  No pressure to read more, just letting you know.  It is like picking up and starting with book number 2 in a book series. 

After looking at the timeline of surgery and recovery I had a thought.  Would I be able to prevent DNS #6 and possibly, just maybe, end this year on a different note?  After a series of emails with a professional and accommodating Colleen of Competitor group she kindly let me drop from the Marathon to the First Annual Half of a Half.  I knew walking was highly encouraged during recovery, so I felt confident I could walk the 6.55 miles and after checking with him first, I had my doctor’s blessings.

Oct 24 was the day of my surgery.  It went well.  This picture was taken on October 31st, my doctor and I share the same warped sense of humor.


A week later when I had my staples removed, my jeweler turned them into rings that I now wear with the shoe that I received from my PRS FIT co-coach, my Coach, and dear friend Rebecca Adamson.


My recovery from surgery is inconsistent.  It is unpredictable. Good day, bad day, good hour, bad hour.  I can have a day where I feel fantastic and the next day barely able to get out of bed.  On average I have 3-4 hours a day where I feel semi ok.

I was walking daily as a part of my required recovery plan.   I discovered a new park close to my house, my new happy place to go to.  I used to get my therapy from my running, walking is now my therapy.  My Mom passed away in September and I needed my therapy, I miss her so much.

The anniversary of my Dad’s death (Nov 14 – 32 years he has been gone) I walked 10 miles in his memory, in the past I always have run on this day. The weather was absolutely picture perfect beautiful. Everyone in the park was smiling, it was magical. RNRLV was just days away.  After that walk, I was confident I could finish the Half of a Half.

The night before the race I met up with fellow PRS FIT teammates and Idiots (Idiots Running Club) for dinner and had a great time.   Nothing like laughter and runner folk getting together and speaking runner speak.  My face hurt from smiling so much (that’s me in the middle of 2 amazing athletes, Kathryn Bruce and Paul Rogers).  Boy am I short…..


I woke up the morning of the race and went to print the email saying it was ok to do the Half of a Half. Colleen suggested I bring the email with me in the event I was questioned at the start.  As I printed and re-read the email I noticed she said I could also do the Half Marathon as well……..


To be continued…..

Back into The Ring

I’m in the boxing ring, sitting in my corner, staring at my opponent in the other corner. I have been in this ring many times. This time my opponent is different….. *bell rings*

Let me describe the events leading up to getting into the ring again.

I came off a hard, yet successful RNRLV ½ marathon, while sick. I had been sick off and on and could not seem to ever gain ground. I finally made enough noise to see a specialist in the beginning of this year who was on board for sinus surgery, during the process a pre-cancerous mass was discovered in my sinus cavity. After surgery in February I was good to go.

2013 was going to be a fun year of firsts, new fun races, taking things to the next level. I started training with excitement. I had a DNS during this surgery, but it is ok, I was feeling FANTASTIC.

2 days before my next race I got hit with the stomach bug. I lost 8lbs in 3 days. It was UGLY. I volunteered packet pick up- barely made it through that. Took home DNS t-shirt #2.

I came back with a vengeance. Started training again, brought home my second gold medal in the Nevada State Games, things were clicking, and the last ½ of the year was going to be my redemption year. I was feeling great.

Then my world came crashing down on me. My Mom passed away. I had several trips to and from Las Vegas and North Carolina during the time of her declining health and the time of her funeral. Words cannot describe how close my Mom and I were. We had a bond that was so special, so close. I cannot describe it. We had been to hell and back together more than anyone should ever have to go, but we did it and made it through together. Our bond was like no other. A part of me died with her. I miss her. So much.

Add another mark in the DNS column (#3) during that time.

The Monday after I got home from her funeral, I woke up with a crick in my neck. I assumed I slept wrong. The stress of everything, it was bound to happen. I was looking forward to training and coming back with what I had left of the year, the training was going to help me while I dealt with the grief of Mom’s passing. I was going to need this time to be alone with my thoughts and cope.

I was standing on the treadmill and turned in on. My first “running” step brought me to my knees and threw me off the back of the treadmill. It felt like something was trying to rip my shoulder out of socket. WHAT THE????!!!!! Ok. Breathe. Assess the situation. Mom just died. I am stressed. Going bat sh*t crazy from lack of sleep and jet lag. Let’s try this again. I tried again. The pain was still there. I tried holding my arm so many different ways. I finally ended up putting a towel around my neck and holding it with that arm. I would NEVER advise anyone to do this. ALWAYS stop if pain is severe during exercise. I NEEDED this run for mental health. I NEEDED it. I ended up turning off the treadmill and curling up in a ball on the belt, bawling.

Each day the pain got worse. I tried walking, biking, and the elliptical. The pain was INTENSE. I could not function. I was seeing doctors for my annual checkups (oncologist, ob, you name it) and at all the appointments we were trying to figure out what this pain was. Was the grief of losing Mom beginning to manifest into this pain? Was I creating it in my head? I had not had an accident or injury so what was this? The pain would not let up. I had tests, scans, biopsies, more tests…nothing.

My Chiropractor would not give up. Of all my doctors, he was the squeaky wheel trying to get me an answer. I was in his office EVERY day. He took X-rays, we found things in the X-rays, but they would not be the cause of this severe pain. He requested an MRI.

Try having an MRI when you have to lie down, and you can’t. Since this happened I had been sleeping sitting up. Lying down would have me screaming in pain. I mean screaming, shrieking panic scream. The pain was that intense. I have a VERY high tolerance to pain if that gives you any idea of this level of pain. It took A LOT of medication, a dedicated staff, and a patient husband and I was finally able to lie down and have the MRI.

Meanwhile during all of this I was still working, trying to take care of my son and husband, reeling from the death of my Mom. The pain was unbearable at times. I could not think straight. My son was acting out because his Mommy was hurting and couldn’t play with him. My fuse was short. My poor husband was dealing with a wife in pain that couldn’t do anything around the house. I was trying to carry on in public like normal. Really trying. If I acted like everything was normal, things would go back to normal, right?

The results of the MRI came back.  My doctor sat down with me, put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me with that “look”.  I put my boxing gloves back on and stepped into in the ring….

Nothing could have prevented this. Nothing caused this, other than my genetics. Just a hand I was dealt. That was something new to wrap my head around. I needed spinal surgery, right away. Without surgery the pain would never go away, it would only get worse and the risk of further nerve damage, even paralysis was imminent. My Chiropractor was RELENTLESS and made sure I got in with no less than the best neurosurgeon in town. So in a little less than a week I will undergo surgery for as my son calls it “Mommy’s new robot neck”. Good news, due to my healthy foundation I should make it out of this great and with a shorter than average recovery period. I WILL run and race again. Will I return to the level I once was? Most likely not, but we won’t know until we know how severe the nerve damage is, but to be honest, I don’t care, not anymore. If I am able to keep up with and play with my son again, THAT is what I care about.

When news “broke” of my situation the support from my teammates and co-coaches at Team PRS FIT was overwhelming. The wonderful athletes I have the honor of coaching make me proud every day. My running club, The Idiots Running Club has been very loving and supportive. Friends and family sent me well wishes.

As the phrase goes “Haters, gonna hate”. I chose to deal with all of this privately because to be honest I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I was afraid I was going crackers after my Mom’s death. I was dealing with that and this horrible pain. I didn’t want unsolicited advice. I didn’t allude to anything going on in social media or in public. I did not confide in family or friends. I needed to sort this out on my own, on my own terms. Apparently to some people this makes me a liar, bad friend, bad person, fake and two faced.

Everyone deals with grief and crisis in their lives differently. I was having too much to deal with at once. There is no right, no wrong, just everyone’s individual way. Apparently my way did not go over well with a lot of people. Normally I would apologize. But for the first time in my life, NO, I will NOT say I am sorry. I need to deal with this my way. The messages and backlash I have received have been passive aggressive all the way to just downright nasty.

What keeps me going is the support of my loving and ever patient husband and the very reason why I step in the ring to fight every day, my son.

I am forever grateful for the overwhelming support and kind words that I have received. I do not know how I will ever be able to repay the kindness, but I will do my very best.

For the others and the nasty messages, I have no time or energy for that. Does it hurt, of course it does. I am soft hearted. It hurts deeply. If it makes you happy or gives you pleasure to call me names and berate me for how I handle my personal crisis, well I am glad I could be your punching bag. I pray you NEVER experience ½ of what I have experienced because karma is a BITCH and she has your phone number, on speed dial.

I have been told my recovery will be 4-6 weeks with return to my love, running, in 12-16. I have a lot of confidence in my neurosurgeon, gratitude for my chiropractor who has gone well above and beyond and treats me more like family than a client, love and appreciation for friends, family, everyone at Team PRS FIT and the Idiots Running Club.

My husband and son have dealt with the hardest part of this. I have not been a bundle of joy to be around and don’t expect to be for the coming weeks. I love them with all my heart.

I picked up another DNS last weekend (#4), picking one up this weekend (#5). Have one more for the year (#6) , seems to be my theme for this year.

I am sick of challenges and setbacks. Over it. I have fought before; I am fighting again, and am sure I will have to fight again at some point in the future. But mark my words, every time, in the past; now and in the future, I will fight with all I have, because that is who I am.


The Explanation of Training

runpicI finally had an “ah ha” moment recently and was able to into words something that I have been trying to explain for years.

Why, do I train? Why do people like me, train? Why do athletes train?


The “A” race to an athlete is like the final exam to a student. Training is the classroom. Workouts are homework. Pulse check races are quizzes. Athletes eat right, and get as much sleep as possible. All of this preparation is so they can show up for the final exam (A race) alert, healthy, ready and prepared.

When in school, students get up early, stay up late to study and do homework. They talk to other students who may have taken the same exam before. They ask for tips, pointers.

When training, athletes get up early, stay up late to get workouts in. They talk to others who have raced the same race, or distance for advice and tips. Sometimes they train with a group (like a study group). Others may be more focused training alone.

A student may prepare just to pass easily. An athlete may just want to finish happy and healthy. The student may have aspirations on getting into a program or school that a certain passing grade is required. The athlete may want to qualify for Boston or Kona. The student may want one of the top grades in the class, just like the athlete may want an Age Group award.

Some students prefer to be self taught. Some students seek a tutor to gain more of an edge and give them personal help, just as the athlete seeks a Coach.

As a Coach, like a tutor, I want my athletes/students to pass their exam. I assign their homework/workouts in order to best prepare them for their test/race.

So the next time someone asks you why you training I hope this will give you the words to help you explain, you just want to do well on your test.

Be Healthy, Train Smart, Have Fun

*This article was originally published by PRSFIT