Monday, June 29, 2015

He's going the distance, among other events...

This was a whirlwind weekend full of all kinds of emotions.


Mother and I went to our town's minor league baseball game, and she caught a foul ball! She's the one with the hand-eye coordination in the family; that's why I run.

Though there wasn't much competition - look at those filled seats...

Our team ended up winning in the last inning, which was exciting, but the game was a far cry from my days in DC watching the Nationals.

Friday. Yikes. I ran 5 miles outside (longest distance in six months, whoop whoop!), but unfortunately, I decided to foam roll the completely wrong part of my body. Dear friends, when you have possible nerve damage in your hip/groin area, please do not irritate it by repetitively smashing your body against a cylinder for twenty minutes. Needless to say, I was quite upset and teetered on another "all is wrong with life" moment. Luckily, I realized this wasn't the run's fault (although there was mild pain during it), this was my stupidity, so I didn't dwell for too long thinking I had regressed in recovery.

Then it was early to bed, early to rise, becauseeeeee...

JOE FLEW IN FROM CALIFORNIA. Pardon his squinty eyes. And my ridiculous cowlick.

He traveled the cross country distance to spend one day with me to accompany me to my high school friends' wedding! Most gorgeous. wedding. ever. Because I don't want to be obnoxious and try to get their permission to post pictures or details online while they're on their honeymoon, I'm going to refrain from showing you just how gorgeous - you'll just need to take my word for it. I saw SO MANY good friends from high school that I haven't seen in years. I laughed, I cried, I randomly decided it was a good idea to drink Baileys, I ate too much cheesecake...

Even with his wearing cowboy boots, I was taller.

Sunday made its way to impolitely end my weekend, and something in the back of my mind said, "Run." I tried to shove it off - I ran Friday, and it didn't end well. I was scared. 

But I did it anyway...

Joe has always been my good luck running charm. He has been with me through a ton of races and injuries, and he's sat patiently entertaining himself while I've been off on my long runs.

Sunday I demanded asked him to sit with me as I ran on the treadmill.

3.5 miles and zero pain. None. Nada. It was incredible. I cannot express (ha, you all know) how much I've been wanting and how long I've been waiting for this run - this painless, freeing, emotional, light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel run.

After prancing and screaming and jumping and singing and hugging, we went to brunch with my parents, and then I sadly drove him back to the airport. 36 hours wasn't enough.

I didn't have too much time to mourn because as soon as I got back home, my parents and I went to a downtown symphony concert!

And the weekend ended with a visibly disgusting, yet oddly pleasing salad with cottage cheese and salsa.


How was your weekend? 


  1. I can TOTALLY relate to the amazing feeling of running pain free after an injury. YAY!!!

    Have an awesome day, MK!!

    Amanda @

    1. Thank you! It was so fun - just hope it's only up from here! Happy Monday!

  2. Love your dress and going to weddings. I need my friends to start getting married haha I remember making a trip to Missouri to see a guy that I was dating at the time for his fraternity formal and was only there for 36 hours. It was one of the best weekends of my life but man oh man was that goodbye heartbreaking. Glad you made the most of the rest of the weekend!

    SO happy you got in a pain-free run! That is the best feeling in the entire world. The best.

    1. Thanks!! Yeah, wow distance is hard but 36 hours is better than nothing! :)

  3. Weekend was good - race was decent. But I am so happy you have been able to run pain free! That is huge!!! So exciting : ) I can't wait to see what's to come!! And PS that dress - totally gorge :) Hope you have a fabulous day!!

    1. Thank ya, thank ya! Have a wonderful day yourself!