The past couple weeks have been filled with running, getting into the swing of a new gig, and doing all things summer. There have been parties, seeing old friends and making new ones, and PLENTY of sunshine (hello sunscreen). We did our annual summer vodka infusions for friends, and they turned out amazing as always- please, please never buy marshmallow vodka from the store- gross. You can make so many good ones yourself.
Since coming clean and admitting that we are in fact training for a 100k trail running race, I've been pretty quiet about it. I had no idea how my body would respond- I almost didn't make it past the first couple weeks. We're now 1 month out from race day, and I just might make it to the start line. If I get the chance to hit the start line healthy and excited, it's going to come down to getting one foot in front of the other- for about 20 hours- and staying mentally strong. You'll have to drag me off the course kicking, screaming, and nearly dead before I give up.
We just hit our biggest mileage weekend last week. Saturday we woke up early, headed up one of the canyons and knocked out the most beautiful 20 miles of my life. We ran up on what the locals call "the crest". Most of it is at about 10,000 feet so you can only run it snow free for a few short months. On the trail, you see mountain lakes, countless peaks, and just when you think there isn't anything else to see- you hit a spot where you can see all of Park City and the ski slopes. It was one of those runs where you feel 100% alive and in the moment.
The next day we did 10 trail miles in the heat (85-90 degrees). I was so excited my body let me run 30 miles in 24 hours- I wanted to do it again the next day. Then Dr.Hottie threw reality in my face and reminded me that's how I've gotten injured time and time again. So I'm wallowing in the recovery days, shorter runs & swims, and patiently waiting to get in our last big weekend- 1 long easy run and 1 long run with 6-8k feet of climbing. Waiting, wishing, hoping...
And how could I forget- I'm losing my first toenail from running (last picture for the brave readers). Sweet!
We just hit our biggest mileage weekend last week. Saturday we woke up early, headed up one of the canyons and knocked out the most beautiful 20 miles of my life. We ran up on what the locals call "the crest". Most of it is at about 10,000 feet so you can only run it snow free for a few short months. On the trail, you see mountain lakes, countless peaks, and just when you think there isn't anything else to see- you hit a spot where you can see all of Park City and the ski slopes. It was one of those runs where you feel 100% alive and in the moment.
The next day we did 10 trail miles in the heat (85-90 degrees). I was so excited my body let me run 30 miles in 24 hours- I wanted to do it again the next day. Then Dr.Hottie threw reality in my face and reminded me that's how I've gotten injured time and time again. So I'm wallowing in the recovery days, shorter runs & swims, and patiently waiting to get in our last big weekend- 1 long easy run and 1 long run with 6-8k feet of climbing. Waiting, wishing, hoping...
And how could I forget- I'm losing my first toenail from running (last picture for the brave readers). Sweet!