It’s a wonderful thing when all goes well on race day.
What’s even better is when things go much better than anticipated
Case-in-point: The NewBo 10K-ish!
It’s a wonderful thing when all goes well on race day.
What’s even better is when things go much better than anticipated
Case-in-point: The NewBo 10K-ish!
There are a lot of favorite races that have me questioning my sanity.
Yet, I go back year-after-year.
Now in its 58th year, the Drake Road Races offers a 5K, a 10K, and a half marathon. I’ve never run the 5K, but have run the 10K a few times. Prior to race day, I’d run the 13.1 eight times. The thing is, it’s not just the longer distance that makes this particular half marathon a tough one, it’s the hilly course that really keeps you humble.
Yes, I did it again.
It’s not like I’m a glutton for punishment. I definitely have a zest for taking on challenges, though. You know, especially the ones that others may shy away from.
Such was the case on Sunday, March 29th. I found myself back in downtown Des Moines, with 79 total flights of stairs awaiting my legs, heart, and lungs.
I’m all about returning to fun races, year after year.
After all, can one have too many favorite races? The Midnight Madness races certainly fit that bill for me.
It wasn’t until after the day following that I realized I had not raced a 5K since this very event last year (Wow, seriously?) … so how did this play-out?
Read on…
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I’m always up for a fun fitness adventure, and I’m grateful to have friends who share the same sentiment.
If there was an event that combined fitness (like cycling, for example), food (maybe bacon?) and a great venue (I’m thinking a favorite trail)…wouldn’t it be a grand time if a favorite friend joined you for the festivities? Add the camaraderie of fellow cycling enthusiasts (with plenty of sunscreen on standby) and you’d have the makings of a fabulous day…
There I went again….back to the DAM!
Little did I know, when I first crossed the Dam-to-Dam start line (in 2008), that I was embarking on a tradition that’s now 18 years long. It was my first long-distance event, and I was hooked within the first few miles on that epic day.
And, I don’t plan to stop anytime soon…
The time had come.
After 12 years of organizing (and running in) the local turkey trot in my former town, I had my sights set on a new venture this Thanksgiving. You know the drill…new house, new town and a new trot.
Wouldn’t you do the same?
Talk about the down and dirty of trail running!
This race had everything… hills, mud, downed timber, mud, and cow pies. Oh, did I mention mud?
Given the wet (and muddy) race day conditions, the RCC Run the Woods could have been called Run the Mud. It definitely called for digging deep into ones perseverance vault to withstand the rough, slippery and challenging terrain of the Goeldner Woods County Park.
All those factors made the finish line all that more sweet. At least that’s my glass-half-full perspective, LOL!
The 2024 edition was no exception…
Is there anything greater than returning to a fun race, after a 1-year sabbatical of sorts?
I think not (but I may be biased as a runner).
Saturday evening had me toeing the start line of the Midnight Madness 5K (Ames, IA). I had been registered for the 10K, but Momma N blessed us with extreme heat and humidity, so the 10K was cut in half and merged with the 5K.
So yeah…
I’m always up for an adventure.
Likewise, I’m thankful for friends who are always willing to join me in my adventurous endeavors. Whether it involves a long-distance race (in a faraway place), a late-at-night run (under the full moon), or a day-long bacon-enhanced ride (with no guarantee on favorable weather), it’s great to have such friends.
Alas, the Baccoon Ride caught my attention and I simply had to check it out!
Oops, we did it again!
The odds are really good we’ll do it again next year as well. Yes, it’s that fun!
What can I say? Eight run-loving gals, a fully-loaded van, a 15-ish hour day, and 77-ish miles of running to be had. How could it be anything but a grand time?
Well, this will go down (quite literally, LOL) as a race to remember.
Over the river (actually, a few creeks) and through the woods...to the finish line we go. Yes, such was the game plan for the Living History Farms Race.
Although this cross-country "off-road" race had long been on my radar, this past weekend was my first time actually taking part. Boy, oh boy, was it an adventure!
Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow...
Such was the case for my (almost) last-minute decision to run the Spooky Sprint 10K, in Des Moines, this past weekend. It proved to be a great lesson in making the best of any (less-than-ideal) situation and not stressing (much) over that which you have no control. Also, it was an opportune time to relish what we can do to make a frustrating situation much better.
That being said, one of the many benefits of running, is that it serves us well as a stress-reliever, especially in the moment!
Maybe it was the intrigue of redemption.
Or, it could have been a long-standing loyalty.
Perhaps a little of both?
Whatever the reason, The IMT Des Moines Marathon weekend is one that I cannot stay away from.
Let's just say it was just meant to be. Finally.
Ever have a race that has been on your radar for years, only it never fit your schedule?
Well, finally the stars, moons, planets (and any other forces that be) all aligned. At long last, I was able to run the Kewash Trail Half Marathon.
Some would call me a glutton for punishment.
I'm referring to my yearly return to the hilly race course of the Drake Road Races Half Marathon. While the route has changed a few times in the eight years I've been running it, it has ALWAYS been very hilly.
Given the time of year (ahem, #SpringInIowa),the weather has always been a wild card as well. I'm not bemoaning unseasonably hot weather either. Instead, it's usually unseasonably cold and crazy windy. Thankfully, the past couple years have blessed us with clear sunny skies, but there have been numerous years where it was cloudy, damp, rainy and gloomy.
And yet, I keep going back, year after year...
Have you ever, as a runner, had a last-minute change of course (literally)?
Well, this wasn't just a change of course, it also was a change of registration. Switching from the half marathon to the 5K not only shaved 10 miles off my race day, but also gave my recent bodily grievances a break. Oh, and there was that unexpected age group award...