A Very Colorado Thanksgiving


How was everyone’s Thanksgiving? I missed laying on the floor at grandma’s feet with a food baby.

This year I had planned to run a Turkey Trot as my comeback from foot surgery, but that didn’t happen. I settled for some relaxing long walks and hikes at 9,000 feet instead. One would think that the altitude doesn’t make much of a difference, but the 4,000 feet gain from Fort Collins to Summit County is certainly noticeable! ¬†Here are a few scenes from a beautiful long weekend!

We took the sweet pup on lots of walks, checked out the views, and visited the cutest Starbucks in Breckenridge!

Now onto 2.5 more weeks of school until the next vacation can begin ūüôā


– Rachel

“The Silence of Great Distance: Women Running Long”

I belong to a couple of different book clubs.¬† I feel like this makes me sound like an old lady, but at least I am a well-read old lady.¬† Some of the girls in my running group have started a book club, which is basically a chance for us to get together once every month or so and talk about a book we choose, and drink wine.¬† Oiselle also leads a long-distance book club through social media and their website.¬† My running club books are not always running books, but so far Oiselle’s picks have been, so it’s been a good balance.¬† But since reading some of these books, I’ve wanted to get my hands on more books about running.¬† So when I had a few days last week home from work on doctor’s orders, I filled some time reading The Silence of Great Distance by Frank Murphy.


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Do something nice for your heart

Let me first start off by saying it feels so weird to be writing about an issue with my heart. We’re young and active, that’s the whole point of writing this blog, right? I struggled with deciding how much detail to put here, and decided to keep it shorter rather than longer, so I can talk more in person if needed.

Last Saturday¬†I experienced a panic attack and chest pain/heart palpitations while driving. The short story: I pulled over on the side of the highway, a state trooper miraculously driving behind me pulled over as well, said state trooper called an ambulance at my request (and his strong encouragement), and ambulance took me to the ER, doctors ran some tests and¬†decided to transfer¬†me to another hospital…

Where I stayed for four days.  Ugh.  Diagnosis: acute myocarditis, likely brought on by a flu virus I had at some point this year.

Pale as a ghost after the Lake Lansing Team Marathon
Running the Autumn Classic 8k after being sick with the flu – maybe the virus that is to blame?

I was easily the youngest person in the cardiac unit by a few decades, and several nurses and the chaplain were confused when they entered my room, to find me not in my bed/walking the halls/Eben napping in my bed instead of me.  Eben drove back and forth from Lansing to Ann Arbor on his birthday weekend to be with me in the ER and inpatient.

So what now?¬† Well, my blogging about running will not be happening, because I can’t run!¬†¬†Or walk, or do any strenuous activity, probably for another month.¬†I have medicine that basically slows my heart down, and the doctors anticipate that¬†with a time of decreased activity, my heart will be able to heal itself, and I won’t need meds anymore.¬† Once the heart tissue shows in some tests that it is back to normal,¬†then I hope¬†I¬†will be good to go.¬† Which is good, because tri team season is coming up!¬† I had an official DNS for the Mid-Land half marathon, but I don’t think I would have been able to run¬†anyway because of taking time off for my foot.

Remember those Jump Rope for Heart¬†challenges in elementary school?¬† I hated those, but I am grateful for what my heart can do, and am sad that my heart and I will be sidelined for a while.¬† In the meantime, I am scaling back on some things like caffeine¬†(true story, I haven’t had coffee in¬†nine days), doing some research aka Googling different ideas for food to help my heart heal, and using this downtime to read and do homework and snuggle with my cats.

The Saturday Morning Run Returned…

After a solid month of grad work, final essays, ¬†and writing reports for work, I finally got a Saturday morning run in. ¬†Since my foot surgery I was able to build up my running again in August and September but lost a lot of fitness in October. It was a beautiful day (as usual)…hopefully I can keep it up!

Off to take a nap so I can enjoy the breweries later ūüėä.


Why Not?

Anna Weber is a newly professional athlete who just achieved a 2:38 marathon, the Olympic Trial Qualifying B standard time, which earns her a spot on the starting line of the USA Olympic Marathon Trials in February 2016.  I really enjoy reading her blog, while she tells her story of normal grad student to putting her life on hold to train full time.

This is an excerpt from one post, when she is talking about getting a coach, or doing whatever it is you need to do to give your best effort for your sport:

“Why not?

I’m always reminded of my mom, and how she would tell me, If it’s a job worth doing, it’s a job worth doing right, whenever I would slack off on anything.

So, why be embarrassed for doing everything you can in order to excel?¬† I most often hear this when people say they have a coach.¬† Who says only ‚Äúgood‚ÄĚ runners can have a coach?¬† The beauty of running is that EVERYONE can be good.¬† If having a coach gets you a PR, or an age group award, or a Boston qualifying time, or helps you stay healthy, or motivated‚Ķthen why be embarrassed?¬† If someone is going judge you, let them.¬† What‚Äôs the worst that happens, besides that person looking like a fool?

On the other hand, why wouldn‚Äôt you do everything in your power to be the best you can be?¬† Even if you will never win an award or make it to Hopkinton, why go through the torture of running only to say you didn‚Äôt do the best you could?”

Foot report: a few twinges around the ankle at a 5 out of 10 on the pain scale.  Trying to make it until Saturday the 14th until I try running.  Ran out of sports tape.  Again.