2017 started out great. I was running a lot of easy miles in the mountains as I prepared for the Zion 100K. Running-wise, I was in a good, happy place.
After Zion, the trails seemed to turn against me. Along with all of the amazing views, swimming holes and trips to BurritOh! and Mudhouse, it was a summer full of ticks, yellow jackets and poison ivy.
Fall and winter brought me two sprained ankles, bursitis and the flu (which I’ve still not completely recovered from).
Even though I’ve not been running much for the last three months, I ended up with just over 1500 miles for the year, which is a record high for me.
Hashawha Hills 50k
Conquer the Cove marathon
Zooma Cape Cod 10k
West Virginia Trail Trilogy 50k
Zion: the race, the vacation, meeting Cory Reese.
Conquer the Cove marathon (and jumping into the lake afterward!)
Swimming holes galore. Including an awesome new one that Emily and I discovered.
A running weekend in Boone
Zooma with my cousins!
And some non-running highlights
Looking back, 2017 was a pretty good year.
Happy 2018, everyone!
My first run in the mountains since the Trilogy and I sprained the same damn ankle again. Had to limp back to the car. I am so angry. And sad.
Faintest sliver of a moon.
I’d planned to run fifteen miles, but my heart wasn’t in it. I’ve become a wuss about the cold. I’m not training for anything, so there’s no point in running fifteen miles if I don’t feel like it.
I’m fine with ten.
I came really close to doing the Canary in the Cave 25k today.
It’s probably good that I didn’t. Instead, I ran 5.5 in my trail shoes with about a mile on actual trails. Physically, I was fine. No pain. Mentally, I was a bit of a mess. Leaf-covered trails scare me now!
I’ve discovered the secret to faster running.
Do something really embarrassing right before you run.
I stopped in to vote before my run this morning. After completing my ballot, I went back to check it over and noticed that I had filled in a wrong circle. Ridiculous. There were two choices. I knew which one I wanted. Yet the other circle was filled in. How?!
Good thing I have a huge amount of self-doubt. It means I always check my work.
Looking at my mistake, I wondered if I should ask for another ballot. No. Way too embarrassing. And they might think I’m trying to commit voter fraud.
I just filled in the box I meant to choose and made a big X through the other one. There. Fixed.
But when I fed my ballot into the scanner, it spit it back out at me.
A lady came over, eager to help. She looked like she was going to try to feed it through again, but I decided to save her some time. “It’s not the machine. I messed up.”
It didn’t help that my hair was in pig-tails.
I sheepishly followed her back to the table with the ballots. “We’ve got a spoiled ballot” she told them. I handed over the offending ballot and they crossed off my number and handed me another. Looking at the sheet, I noticed that mine was not the first “spoiled” ballot of the day. The polls had only been open for 40 minutes. I wasn’t sure if that made me feel better or worse.
But no. Worse. Definitely worse.
This was a really important election.