Head over heel


Never in my life have ever felt such terrible pain in my heel/Achilles/foot. I have always had slight pain, especially when the back of the heel is pressed. But now I feel the pain everyday even when I am not running.

Does this happen to anyone else?

Also, cool side-note. My index toenail may be falling off due to 26.2 miles of running mainly on the balls of my feet. Yeahhh marathon wounds!


Found this yoga stretch that will hopefully work. I will test it out and report back

Toe Pose viedo


Post marathon freak out

Three miles isn’t anything. But today it was. Today it was a lot of something.

Today was my first day back at running since my marathon almost a month ago. There is no point in denying that I am a runner through and through. It is almost like, as much as I don’t feel like running I can’t help it. And it isn’t that I don’t want to run…it would just be easier not to because I am sooooo busy with school. I am the new sports editor for my school newspaper and I love it but it is a lot of work and time and motivation and exhaustion.

Life might be easier if I didn’t run. But who would I be? Am I still the “me” even without running. I thought I could be. I don’t even understand why I felt like not wanting to run after the marathon. Is this normal for other people?

And have I really been feeling better this passed month from not running? No, I don’t think so. My mood and overall emotional health have dropped incredibly low this month…even after the high of running 26 miles. I didn’t even have time to celebrate and feel the accomplishment because right away I had to start doing homework and going back to school and going back to work. Not cool.

But today! Today I feel like myself again, the amazing part of me. If I can just give myself an hour a day to go out and run I can feel whole again.

Because oh man can I tell you I have gained like ten pounds since my marathon. With lack of exercise comes lack of motivation and lack of willpower to want to eat healthy. I have been shoving my face with anything I laid my eyes on without even caring. Now that is not me.

I am getting back on top again. Back to my regular self. The self that I like to be. I don’t want to be lazy and sit on the couch watch Breaking Bad and eating Skittles. It doesn’t even matter how much i love Skittles, I know that is not the life I want to live forever. That is too easy and I like a challenge everyday.

And the day arrived

I have been MIA from blogging lately. Yesterday was the big 26.2 for me. I still don’t know if I was ready for it or not.

There were many revelations that came to me on my very, very long run. One, I have no pride left in me. The bad kind of pride that makes me hate when people pass me up. People were passing me every minute and I never caught up with them. Damn, my ego left me and hopefully for good.

The discouragement of this stayed with me for the first 3/4 of my race. Then after shedding a few tears, feeling the pain everywhere in my body, I realized the only person judging me is myself. The people passing me certainly are not judging me and the people cheering at the aid stations aren’t either. All those people know it is difficult running 26 miles is and just doing it, no matter how fast, is still a feat of courage, determination and strength.

My goal was to have a 10 minute mile pace. Let’s be real now. My average pace throughout yesterday’s run was 13:48. I am proud I just completed the run. The time means nothing to me right now because not everyone can say they have done something like that. That was the most difficult thing I have ever done in my entire life, physically and mentally.

Everyone deserves support for something so amazing as pushing your body to the extreme. Without a strong mind it wouldn’t be possible. I learned that yesterday. I don’t need to be the best. I am extremely humbled.

Confessions from race day include:

– I pretended I had to pee just so I could sit down in the portal-potty for a minute because ‘tying your shoes’ is so overdone.

-I kept thinking how much I never want to run a marathon again and perhaps maybe never even run again, which is the second thing I said after finishing. The first thing I said, through mumbling tears and struggles for breathe, was that was the hardest thing I have ever done.

-My first thought waking up this morning was maybe next time I will get five hours. Haha. Runners really are crazy.

Best part of the race include:

-Around mile two or three you cross through Carlsbad Village and when you reach the top you come down the hill toward a beautiful view of the ocean. The moon was still glowing in purple sky, darkness still lingering.

-After mile 21 I was struggling from lack of food energy and an older lady and her friend I was talking to that were running the half marathon offered me grapes and it literally saved my day.

-Seeing Nic running on one of the turn-arounds lifted my spirits so much and gave me a lot of encouragement.

Yesterday, running and I broke up. Today I think we are on the road to recovery.

Winter Blues

After my last post I got sick. Oh go figure.

I have been nurturing a cough that scares away people at my work. I did run a few times after my last post, trying to fight being sick. But, it grabbed me and I honestly don’t want to run until it goes away. If I keep going outside while still feeling ill, I don’t think it will pass.

This is when I decide…and lay to rest my judgement about treadmills…should I just run inside to keep myself in marathon shape? Or can I bounce back from this?

There is more than one month until the big day. January 19 is creeping up and I have faith in myself, but don’t I need to consider my body and it’s abilities?

In the last two or three weeks I have only squeezed in one long run. That is substandard to me, to my body. I need more than that.

That is the winter marathon training blues.

Welcome back

I am welcoming myself back. Back into the world of blogging and in running.

There are days that we feel start us over, on a path with a better perspective. And today is that day for me. Though, I feel I have a lot of those days.

Running has brought me humility and compassion. More than I thought I had before. I had a bad day at work and when I reflect on why, I can only come to the conclusion that it all comes down to my attitude. If I have a shitty attitude then everything around me is going to seem shitty.

I can always start over. Its just another day to learn and to grow.

After not running for a week I feel different. Like life is too easy. HAHA. Perhaps I like pain. No, no that’s not it. I gauge my life by the challenges I have set up for myself.

I ran three miles on Monday, which marked the end of my six days without running. Skipped to Friday (yesterday) for a planned 17.6 mile run on the Oceanside bike trail that parallels the 76 highway. Made it 12 miles. Man oh man that 12 mile point.


I have been introduced to my own version of a stalemate. I have not been able to get passed 13 miles so far. Yesterday at mile nine my knee…I think or the ligaments in the back of the knee…started to throb with the most pain I have ever, ever felt because of running.

I pushed through all the way until mile 12 and I just could not go any farther. So we hitched a ride 5 miles away from our car from a cool hippie guy from Hawaii.

All day my knee or wherever the pain is stemming from has been on fire. So after work I went on a short three miler and iced it right after. It feels pretty good so far.

Just gotta push through the initial pain to let it get back to normal.

Running Hangover

I planned to run 15 miles.

As the hills grew steep I became discouraged and around mile 10 I stopped. I started to question why I was even running.

Now I have to back the story up…

Nic found a route on MapMyRun.com and I chose not to really look at the map, but to just follow him. When the sun set and my body temperature started to drop I got scared that we were going way off course.

It felt like hours ago when he told me what the half-way point was. Did he know where we were going? He told me all the hills were in the beginning, so in the cold and in the dark and after hours of running, when we hit a steep hill of about a quarter-mile long, I panicked.

My mind started questioning and became worried. So my body could only respond by stopping.

I had a choice to make. Either stay stubborn and angry (at him for no reason) in the cold or suck it up and keep running and stay warm. So I ran.

I ran until Nic practically collapsed. His knee gave out at mile 11. We walked a mile, him limping and me helping his arm stay over my shoulder. All of his weight leaning on me.

We got to a coffee shop…yes, yes it was Starbucks…and called my brother to pick us up, three miles from home.

So close, yet so far as the saying goes. Nic said he felt defeated, but sometimes you have to let the pain win. If you always put the pain to the side, it might get worse and take you out for good.

Eleven miles is still something to be proud of, even if the expectations were higher.

After getting warm with coffee and pumpkin scones my brother arrived.

The next day at work I had the most agonizing headache of my life and had to leave early. It felt as if I got punched in the head and stomach with the Iron Hammer from Zelda. I could not decide if I needed coffee or water.

Going from sweating and burning calories to abruptly stopping in the cold with the sweat cooling and the joints locking, made me sick beyond what I have ever felt.

I thought I did everything right. I was constantly drinking water after getting picked up. I took a warm bath and ate a dinner of carbs and protein. I guess after all the options have been used and you thought you did all the right things, you have to suck it up and deal with the bad times.


Lake Calavera – endless running routes around and to the lake from my apartment in Vista. This was my first time in this special spot that North County has in the heart of suburbia. I still do not own a pedometer to track my miles, but a great alternative is MapMyRun.com.

With this website you can mark your starting point and ending point. It follows roads, but you can always trace a route that is not defined by roads and the website still tracks the miles. From Point A to Point B and back to the beginning, miles can be tracked. This was a great find to help log miles and reach my goals.

The run from my house to Lake Calavera was my first time running nine miles since my half marathon earlier this year. It felt great to be back. Back to challenging my body and actually feeling tired and worn out by the end. Something to actually feel accomplished about. There are only so many times I can run six miles and still feel accomplished.

During the run I was feeling a little light-headed and needed to stop half-way through. I really wanted to run all the up to steep mountain, but my head got dizzy and I had to sit and slowly sip water. Sometimes I don’t know what is wrong with my body. There are good days and bad with running (and with everything). And that was a hard day because I thought I was hydrated and I thought I ate well, but the dizziness did not stop until after I had to just stop thinking about pain.

My favorite quote from the book “Eat and Run” By Scott Jurek is: “pain only hurts.” Every time I feel woozy I need to repeat that over and over until I finally don’t care about the pain anymore because I know it is just temporary.

A big misconception about running is that it just is not for them. It is too hard and their bodies are not cut out for it and they feel sick. Well so do runners that run everyday! It isn’t always easy. Runners just push through the vomit-striking feelings and swallow it. It only gets “easier” because bodies adapt.

I found the term “Mezamashii” through a video I saw online while reading running articles. It said Mezamashii is defined as: “when running means more.”

That phrase really made my nerves tingle, mostly because the video was done so well and had a profound meaning to it.

People get running confused with obligation, losing weight, being pretty and skinny, with something that is a burden rather than for fun. Running does not need to be these horrible-feeling triggers. Running means something different to people and yet they are connected in some way.

Running means more. And at the same time it does not have to mean anything. It can just be.

I have gotten a lot of people coming up to me at work saying they have seen me running around the neighborhood, seeing as I live right by my place of work. Customers and my coworkers and my friends have all seen me running like a crazy woman around Vista and Oceanside. To me that feels good. I embrace me home and my neighbors recognize me. It feels good. It makes this place feel like home.

I have mentioned this before in my blog; how a place does not feel like a real home until you run around your house and your town. I have moved around a few times to Yellowstone, Death Valley and Las Vegas and not until I ran did those places feel like I really lived there. It makes you connect to your surroundings a lot more.

With that thought, running has always seemed to be a part of my life and I never realized it until the other day I actually thought about it. Wherever I have been in life running has always fit. It fit in with my first-ever semester at Palomar College and it fit with me moving a lot. And that is what makes me think back to “Eat and Run”. Running takes you places. It takes you places in the soul and around the world.