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11/21/17

Medals + Bibs + Memories


As runners, we amass an amazing collection of medals, bibs, tech gear, GPS watches, headbands and, of course, running shoes! I never really embraced my slight tendency of OCD until I became a runner. Now it is MORE THAN apparent. I love being able to pick a different color/pattern PRO Compression sock before each run. Yes, I have over 50 pairs through two logo changes. I have gone through three different models of Garmin watches, which are my lifeline.



Then there are the bibs and medals. I know some folks don’t necessarily keep their bibs because the medal is the prize. I am super nerdy and love to keep my bibs in a notebook that Mr. TCR got for me last Christmas. He also got me an incredible medal display for me to show off my accomplishments beginning in 2013. 



As you can imagine, as we prepared for our move to Amsterdam my running “life” was bundled with care and placed into a box. I made sure the medal hangar, medals, bibs, magnets I collected from my travels, a crazy amount of Sparkly Soul headbands, every running belt, R8 roller (gift), winter gear, honestly the list could go on. 

It was three weeks after arriving in Amsterdam when I had to face a sad truth: the postal service had unfortunately lost my box between Seattle and San Francisco. My heart sank into my stomach the day I saw it online and spoke to a representative. I felt like the years I spent dedicating time, money and grueling miles were lost. At the time, I was still dealing with a lot of stress in acclimating to our new home, learning the language and just getting comfortable. I hadn’t run or even attempted to go to a gym or exercise class. 

I felt really defeated. 

All the sacrifice was suddenly a weight on my mind and heart. I had dedicated my whole heart to running and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to recover. I had to keep my emotions in check because I am half of a whole. I have a wonderful man who supports me daily and is my biggest cheerleader. He kept me positive and even spent hours on the phone with every person at USPS possible. He knows that there is a unexplainable relationship with running and this community. He has seen it build me up to be a confident and strong woman. I know it broke his heart just as much as mine. 

We are now almost 90 days from when we left the States and we have been advised to anticipate the package not being found. I have been so determined to not let this bring me down anymore. I don’t want to let these objects to ruin my passion for running. I have the beautiful memories of every race, the incredible runners I met, and the feeling of crossing each finish line with a smile on my face. 

There isn’t a medal or bib that can take away that feeling. I will keep the memory close of my first half marathon, Indianapolis Monumental in 2013, and how I was so scared. It was below freezing and I was so unprepared mentally. I remember the last half mile and the wind feeling like daggers on my face. I was so happy to see the finish line because I knew it was real. I was a runner. I never gave up. I will remember that 16 days later I would run the Rock’n’Roll San Antonio Half Marathon in the complete opposite weather. It was over 100 degrees and I thought finishing would never happen. Luckily, I have a super positive cousin who was also running and she helped me get through the last few miles. You can read my fun recap here. (http://www.toocuterunner.com/2013/11/2-half-marathons-16-days-mission.html)

Each race I have completed has been an accomplishment beyond words. 

Even this year at the Mesa-Phoenix Half Marathon, I PR’d by over 27 minutes! It was my first half marathon since 2015 and I killed it. I felt calm and at peace with my training. It all fell beautifully in place. I felt so good, I ran the Rock’n’ Roll San Francisco Half and Dallas 5K and Half back to back only 2 weeks after Phoenix! 

I did it! 


I could not be more proud. Everyone in my life is so proud of me. 

Just typing this brings tears to my eyes because while it hurts, I know it is not the end. I will again amass a collection of running gear, medals, and bibs. Most importantly, I will have a HUGE amount of new memories! I will drive Mr. TCR crazy for spending gobs of money on headbands, running shoes, headlamps, and traveling to races in Europe. I am lucky that he has worked so hard to cheer me on at finish lines and training runs. He will keep reminding me that I have accomplished so much and we will keep those memories alive. 

So 2018, watch out. I am coming for more!



P.S. My collection of PRO compression socks made it to Amsterdam. Those bad boys ended up in my suitcase!

12/28/16

Reality Check In

Now before you start thinking is going to be a mushy post; just wait a second and see where we go. 

When I started this blog in 2013, I had this huge goal of devoting my time to sharing my journey. Whether it was relationships, family, running, traveling or the fact that some days are tough; that is where I wanted to end up. As you can imagine life took me by surprise and nothing really happened the way I planned. Sadly, I didn't have any support in my relationship (at the time) to blog, run, travel, or even exist independently. I lost track of who I was and my motivation diminished over time. I developed guilty emotions around going for a run or even taking an hour to blog. After many arguments, I realized that stepping away from running and this blog would solve the problems. Looking back, I have realized that I let another person determine who I was going to be in life and how I was going to leave my mark on the world. 

I woke up in 2015, literally. They say major life events can stir you awake from a haze. I had to say goodbye to my beautiful Grandma. I had to leave my home to help plan and organize life for my Mom after she lost hers. I spent six weeks on journey to find out who I had become. At the end of it all, on my flight back to Seattle, I realized I didn't like me. I didn't like the passive voice I had developed; the timid personality. I wasn't in love. I wasn't me. Can I just say, it is quite terrifying to look yourself in the mirror and say "Hey, what happened? I don't recognize you and I think you should leave." How do you reach that point? Well, I didn't stop to try to figure it out; I was there and that was it. So let's briefly fast forward. In what remained of 2015, I was in a new job struggling through a tough divorce and developing a new relationship with myself. It was a bumpy journey but not to worry I came out of the haze with a clear head and heart. I learned to be independent again. I developed a new sense of confidence and self worth. I found out what love and being in love looked was supposed to be. I found a new appreciation for my friends and family. Frankly, I found joy again and I never looked back. 

As I write this, I realize that dredging up these feelings I had less than a year ago are tough to swallow. It's slightly terrifying to realize how far you let yourself go without anyone to pull you back. Luckily, I found a partner that doesn't hold me back but holds me up. He has defied everything I thought was "love" and "being loved". He became my best friend, confidant, cheerleader and giver of joy. Yes, I could write about him all day but he wouldn't want that. He wants me to celebrate all of my victories and give only myself credit. He is that humble and kind. 

Present day: I am full. Full of utter happiness. I can now continue to work towards every goal I set and not worry that it will be shut down. I could go on and on about the benefit of support, especially when it comes to dreams you have in life but I will leave it at that. 

Looking to 2017, I am thrilled to be able to chase every goal and milestone I want to hit! It is going to be a huge year not only for me but for every aspect of my life. I am looking forward to and adventure traveling/racing, self discovery and living in the moment. I cannot wait to take you all along for the ride. 

Here is to living life with joy in 2017!


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7/31/16

Marathon Training - Week 2 Recap

Happy Sunday all!

Monday (July 25) - 34.59 mile ride @ Flywheel


Tuesday (July 26) - 3.02 mile run @ 12:06 pace

Wednesday (July 27) - 3.04 mile run @ 11:51 pace

Thursday (July 28) - 3.04 mile run @ 11:57 pace

Friday (July 29) - REST DAY! (celebrating Sam's birthday)

Saturday (July 30) - 6.14 mile "long run" @ 12:10 pace

Sunday (July 31) - REST DAY!

Crazy busy week at work means every run was appreciated. Thrilled that training has been incredible and enjoying the comfort. 

Have a splendid week everyone!

Marathon Training - Week 1 Recap

Happy Sunday all! (two weeks a little late)

Monday (July 18) - 22.41 mile ride @ Flywheel

Tuesday (July 19) - 2.07 mile run

Wednesday (July 20) - 2.04 mile run

Thursday (July 21) - 2.03 mile run

Friday (July 22) - 21.80 mile ride @ Flywheel

Saturday (July 23) - REST DAY! (shopping/errands)

Sunday (July 24) - 4.11 mile "long run" 


This round of training has already started out on the best foot. I am so grateful to have the best support system from my love/other half. While I know he may not ever run a marathon, he is the most supportive person and always encourages me. The positive energy and good spirit motivates me to run! I cannot wait to start Week 2 and celebrate his birthday on Friday. I will be wiggling the schedule around a bit so we can celebrate properly!! 

Have a terrific week everyone!