Month: January 2015

Vacation Day

The weather today is insane. There will be no long run. Even though we had planned to. Even though we had made arrangements to meet up with other shoes. The ground, as far as my eyelets can see from the front door is a continuous sheet of ice. This freezing rain shows no signs of stopping either. We have to learn to check the weather more often- when looking earlier in the week, the prediction was for 40 & clear. 40! I can NOT tell you how excited we were.

So, no running. Rather than cross or strength train, today has been deemed an off day. Naps, tea and the internet. Having gotten three runs in already this week, it seemed a likely choice. Especially since each of them sucked. Cold and hard, we never actually even like running while it is actually happening. That feeling gets replaced by love during, right?! When?!

Anyway, rather than dwell on this love/hate, I have spent the afternoon researching things nowhere near as important as training, but still, related- clothes and travel. As in what will she wear for the NYC Half? IN LESS THAN TWO MONTHS? Or, where will she and her ‘cheer team’ carb load for the NYC Half? IN LESS THAN TWO MONTHS? Which hotel looks best for them to stay? IN LESS THAN TWO MONTHS? What will they do in NY that Sunday afternoon, after the NYC HALF? IN LESS THAN TWO MONTHS?

OMG, we’re so not ready! No outfit decided, no hotel chosen or booked, no reservation at Becco made, no miles logged.

Long run tomorrow!


On the Same Page

I don’t know if I’ve told you before, but my person is obsessed with fashion. Seriously, the stacks of Vogues date further back than I do. It is not an unfamiliar sight to see her return from getting the mail and settling right into a new issue. The issue that arrived today, however, was so thin. With far fewer pictures. That didn’t stop her from losing an hour flipping through and reading, putting it down only to begin dinner.

Except it wasn’t Vogue, or W, or Harper’s Bazaar, or Elle, or InStyle…


I am so reading this as soon as she leaves the house.


Fourteen degrees.

Fourteen degrees, but dry & sunny.

& so, two pairs of pants, knee high socks (HOT MESS is right!), sports bra, tank top, long sleeve tech top (hot pink!), down vest, gloves, scarf (wrapped around her face, her FACE!) and a pom pom beanie hat later we were set to head out. The only visible part of her were her eyes.
photo (5)

As if she was going to be in direct contact with the pavement! Sigh. #diva

I have to say, as cold as it was, it was so nice to be out there. A quiet day, I could even hear the music from her iPod shuffle. She listens to crap, dance-y nonsense, but it was kinda nice to be able to follow along with the beat as we went. Her singing, on the other hand, which pops out once in a while, that is much less nice. Good thing it’s winter and few, if any, neighbors are out & about to hear it.

We didn’t go very long, or far, but the half hour we did spend running felt amazing. As did returning home to a still roaring fire in a woodstove, and two small, excited dogs to greet us.


Today was a mix of snow and freezing rain. A sheet of ice as far as my eyelets could see from my window seat perch. High winds whipped at the house and it wasn’t until late in the afternoon that the plow finally made a trip down our quiet country road.

All the while our new clothes sat quietly in their drawer. It’s like torture. I don’t even particularly like running. Especially while it’s happening! Maybe some after its all over. So, here I am, excited to head out and am thwarted by the weather. Yeah, yeah, a real runner runs in any weather. Hello?! Have I ever claimed to be a real runner?

Waiting is the hardest part…


He’s here! He’s here! What I wouldn’t give for a pair of thumbs right now. & a stepladder. Anything that would allow me to answer the door.

Though, really, imagine the UPS’s guy’s reaction to me signing for packages- thumbs or not, he’d freak!



Now, I can only wait for my person to return home, knowing that our packages are right there on the other side of the door!

Where is she anyway?


Hopefully not for winter running gear!

Dress the Part, and the Temperature

Shopping. The perfect winter sport- requiring only the couch, laptop, and a small square of plastic.

Prior to the new year, it had been cold, but really, that ball dropped more than twenty fifteen on us, it brought a chill factor far stronger than we were prepared for. Literally. One long sleeve moisture wicking top to be worn beneath a fleece is not going to cut it while training.

Hello, Target, nice to meet you. Thanks for the $10 discount off any purchase of fifty. My two new favorite words? Free. Shipping.

clothes hyperbole

Package set to arrive this weekend. I can not wait for my person to see all the new running clothes. She wears nothing but black, black, some white, a little navy and more black. Imagine her surprise when she opens the box to discover pink, orange and yellow. Blue, green and more pink, yellow. #bright

New Year, New Goals

Many of you may recall that last year I was preparing to run the Disney Wine & Dine Half in November for charity… The good news, my person raised well over goal for a local organization tasked with feeding the families of moms who are fighting cancer. The not-so-good news? Though we have a medal that says otherwise (not that she has ever put it on), there was no completion of the 13.1 miles through the cold and rain. Cold, and rain- in the happiest place on earth. Ugh. It was not pretty, nor was there any point that I was thinking, “wow, is this fun or what?” Puddles, puddles everywhere. About mile 5, I had decided that I had had enough. Around mile 7, so did my person and just before mile 9 we ran together to the awaiting van along the side of the course. Warm and dry, and no regrets about the decision either. Fundraising completed, the main goal of the initiative had been reached- with the added bonus of a foundation to becoming a runner in place.

I take you now to present day. Well, to the beginning of December, anyway.
The NY Road Runner races are notoriously difficult to participate in- they are so popular that in addition to strict guidelines for automatic eligibility, one must either enter into a lottery, or raise money for charity in order to secure a place. My person doesn’t exactly have ‘luck’ written all over her so while I was jazzed at the idea that we would continue to run, I had no concerns about having to run 13.1 miles though New York City when she entered into the lottery.

She won.

nyc half banner

March 15th, it is so coming.

Should Old Acquaintance be forgot…

… and never brought to mind.

Am I never brought to mind? I so hope not! Though I have been a horrible pair of shoes, I think of you often and am happy to be back at the keyboard.

I am sure most of you think that because I wasn’t writing, I also wasn’t running. I am happy to report that that is untrue. Though training slowed and the Disney Half didn’t go as planned, I am still very much an active part of my person’s running! Here’s to a new year, new blog posts and many new miles!

Happy 2015,
Bright xo