Look who I caught up with just as she was crossing the finish line…
Can you imagine if I had NOT taken my mom to the Boston finish line on her first day here? I can’t. I get so excited every time I see it.
Can you imagine me NOT making everyone take a picture with me in front of this beauty!?
Can you imagine my mom keeping her eyes open for every picture? No?
Team 1213 “Quick & Shameless” Van #2
Me and my baby brother
Our first exchange! Van 1’s Maryanne to Van 2’s Johanna…
Emily checking in on Jahanna on her first leg
Exchange: Johanna to Emily
Johanna recovers and beautifies immediately in time to ice Emily!
Emily to Mom
Braedon ices mom in the 96 degree weather…
Hot horrible view of my leg of the Springwater Trail
Braed rocks it… even in the heat! Too fast for my camera to focus, apparently.
Braed runs us into Portland to pass it on to Van 1 again
We ran our second leg in the middle of the night. It was much cooler… and better. But then, for the first time in my experience with H2C, the race organizers really messed up and there was so much congestion that we never got to stop the car to go to sleep. My mom drove us through all of Van #1’s exchanges at the same speed (almost) as our runner in Van 1 because traffic was so bad. I heard one guy say they clocked it as 22 miles in 4 hours of driving. WHAT! So here she is… the woman that never slept… before our 3rd leg.
Less sleep = goofier Kaetlin and Braedon
Johanna finishes her last leg of her first H2C at top speed, flying through the air!
Mom runs her last leg: 8 miles of rolling hills.
If you want your team to take pictures of you…give them your camera. Here I am before my last exchange with Hannah…
My last leg: 8 miles of hills + peeing on the side of the road ( not behind the bushes). Yes, that guy in the yellow saw my butt.
Trying to tell the team I want another bottle of water… Braed takes a pic of my desperate face…
Braed runs his last leg down the hills and through Seaside to the beach…
WON made it to Seaside! What a CRAZY H2C we had this year. My favorite part will always be the way all of the teams support each other on the final legs of the relay. Every team pulls over and offers water, spray bottle sprays, water gun cool-downs, candy, music, and support to all of the runners… not just their own teammates. It makes me so happy. I was telling Braedon that I might prefer races over relays because you get to run with your friends. But when 5/6s of the runners are supporting the other 1/6 who is currently running, you get a crazy loving, supportive, and inspiring atmosphere that you won’t get in a regular road race… ever!
Today was day 2 of Brendan’s trip to Las Vegas, leaving me in Berkeley with this anxiety provoking need-to-pack apartment. Yesterday was not a super success. I ate chips and guacamole for lunner (dinner and lunch) and then had a Frappuccino, and then oatmeal at 1am when I was starving. Cool. Besides my awesome food choices, I didn’t study nearly enough and I never went running like I had planned to all day. Double cool. But it was fine. Needless to say, I implemented more of an agenda for today. Kinda.
My plan was to go running at like 7am because I love that feeling. LOL. Don’t make stupid plans like that for a Sunday morning unless you have a friend meeting you. Well, I made it out the door around 10:30. Success. My 8 mile run was less of a success because it sucked. in. every. way. I walked, I was bored, I couldn’t get comfortable, I had a really hard time accepting that I was having a bad run. But I was GREAT when I got back because I was so glad I went. The WORST most dreadful runs ever (not including runs when you have the runs) are always better than no run. Runs when you come back with dirty shorts are always regrettable. Just saying.
At least my run this morning was on the edge of the bay on a beautiful morning.
If you don’t like paying between $4 and $7 to cross a bridge, feel free to rant about it below!
I LOVE this trail. I love this run. I love the bay. I am sorry I ever complained about this place!
After my run I went on a short drive to a Lucky Supermarket because they have Coinstar machines, and I had 3 full-ish piggy banks!! I say full-ish because Brendan’s wasn’t full. LOL. This is why I love corporate America: companies like the Gap, Amazon, and Starbucks want your business so bad they will pay your Coinstar fee of 9% (it was 7% last time I used it) if you choose to have your change turn into a gift card instead of cash. Well, consumerism and I go together perfectly, because I prefer Starbucks cards to cash!!! Yep! I walked out of there with $60 loaded onto my Starbucks card. Best morning ever!
After my awesome lunch at a Mexican place I spent the rest of the day doing a lot of studying mixed with blog reading until I texted my mom: I’m SO bored. She texted me back: Go see a movie. So I just got up, grabbed a pack of emergency sour patch kids and went to the movies!
I always think people are a little on the nutter side when they say they just love going to the movies alone. I don’t even like going to the movies with people that much. I would rather sit and talk with them in a well-lit room. Well, that is the problem. Going by yourself prevents you from sitting in a well-lit room talking to yourself, and it feels completely indulgent. I’ll paint the picture for you: imagine me curled up in a nice leather movie theater seat with my carbonated diet lemonade soda in one hand and my sour patch kids in the other. Now add the movie, Crazy Stupid Love, and there I am laughing ridiculously loud and crying uncontrollably (I like to get really into movies!) and soaking in every moment because it feels like the best thing I could have possibly done with $10 tonight.
TRY IT. Tell me what you think. See that movie. It is SOOOO good. I will even see it with you if you insist on going with friends. I want to see it again right now. AWESOME idea, mom!!
I have been consumed by my own thoughts for the last few days and unable to write a post. I’ve thought of a few posts, but then overthought them. I think I am just completely overwhelmed with the big move coming up, my next CPA exam, and my start-date for my first big kid job quickly approaching.
I am also consumed by my thoughts about my family and what it means to be leaving the West coast. You would be thinking about this little love bug non-stop, too if he left all of these pictures on your camera.
What? You don’t put on huge coats and pretend to float away in Nordstrom!
Being a hipster in the Mission
Eating DELISH ice cream at Bi-Rite!
I don’t live with them, but it is a lot easier to visit Oregon from California than it will be to visit from Massachusetts.
I want to keep the blog as upbeat as possible, but this is literally eating at my thoughts right now, and it would be dishonest to say that I was really thinking about anything else.
I am a little late on this one, but I couldn’t bring myself to simply post the photos and add a little blurb about the course. That just wouldn’t be fair because this race was AMAZING! Normally my description of a race is based on my race, but because I was taking it easy and avoiding injury I was able to fully absorb and appreciate the external factors and separate them from my performance.
My mom was running her third half this month, Braedon was testing out a halfway healed knee, and I was determined to avoid any pain in my left leg. If I was going to push through the pain, I would have done the full like I had wanted. I was super excited for Braedon to see this course because it was my 4th race through the city (on slightly different courses) and I wanted to share that with him.
The first wave started just after 5am! Our wave was scheduled to start at 6am, but we were running a little late, so we started two waves back at 6:20am. As much as I do not like waking up early EVER, there is something super magical about early morning dark race starts that I just love. When we left our hotel in the morning, there were only runners in the lobby, and as we walked down Market Street, runners appeared around every dark corner, all headed to the same place. It feels like we all have a shared secret. We all sneak out before dawn to share our secret love for running, and I love it.
The weather was great! We took off our long sleeves before the race even started!! Did I mention we were in San Francisco?! Crazy! The course starts right by the Ferry Building and goes North along the Embarcadero. It is so fun to run along Fisherman’s Wharf where you can smell the fresh sourdough bread at Boudin and hear the sea lions barking. Before we knew it we were going by Ghirardelli and over to Crissy Field. I probably sounded like a broken record during the whole race because I couldn’t stop telling my mom how cool/beautiful/interesting every single thing was along the course. I even liked the electrolytes. That never happens.
Next thing we knew we were up the dreadful hills and over the bridge. We weren’t sure if or where we would see Brendan because he had stayed out late the night before with his coworkers, and we weren’t able to come up with a solid plan for him, but we spotted him on the Sausalito side of the bridge! YAY!! I am seriously addicted to having people I know cheering for me at a race. It is the BEST thing ever!! Plus he took this stunning picture with the bridge in the background. He was even nice enough to not write “proof” over it!
I loved being on the bridge on such a (relatively) clear day. It was so fun. Coming down the hill after the bridge is super magical because you can see so much of the city on your left and a beautiful view of the ocean on the right. Of course I raved about it. After the downhill my mom started struggling a bit, and I was all for delaying the end of this experience, so we walked up a hill and slowed our pace down a bit after that.
I happen to know from other race pictures that this is not my usual arm position, so I am not too worried, but it is unfortunate. This might sound dumb, but I think I was trying to squeeze myself away from potential photo bombers because the bridge was super crowded with runners trying to ruin our race pics.
The rolling hills through the neighborhood streets were tough, but there were some good spectators and it went by pretty quickly. Once we were in Golden Gate Park we knew we were close, and we picked up our pace. My mom had a seriously killer kick for the last 1/4 mile and then blew me away with her sprint at the end. I guess she wanted to beat me. I may or may not have done that to her last year at this race after she had waited for me while I stretched at mile 12.9.
We had such a fun race. My leg hurt a little, but I really felt so great. I even told my mom around mile 10 that I wished I was doing the full! I have NEVER thought anything like that at mile 10 before. I can’t think of a better way to say goodbye to San Francisco before I leave in less than two weeks. This is definitely a race that I will come back for, and I definitely consider it a good candidate for a future full marathon because the changes in terrain and scenery were so entertaining.
My mom and I ended up having a more positive experience that Braedon who made bathroom stops and had a lot of leg discomfort, but guess whose race picture always comes out looking better no matter what?!
Last week Braedon and I spent at least a couple of hours in Target planning out the birthday present we were preparing for my mom. We wanted to display her race medals and some running pictures in the spare room upstairs, so that she could have an area devoted to her running accomplishments. I was planning to buy some kind of cute wall-hanging coat rack, but we couldn’t find one that we thought would be cute enough, so we got an over-the-door rack and hid it under a shelf, so that the medals are mostly just hanging. It did the trick.
I imagined it would be a temporary display because she might want to actually use all of those shelves and it wasn’t super sturdy. Mostly though, it just wasn’t exactly what I had wanted the present to be. But I couldn’t find the thing I had in my mind… until today. I was doing some catching up on my blog reading today after my mom and Braedon left for Portland, and I came across this post on Carrots n’ Cake on race medal displays. What!?
She found these super cute race medal hangers on Etsy, and I absolutely adore them. They are just what I was looking for. Now it’s too late and I can’t force it upon my mom, but maybe she will like it too!
How cool are those!? I think it is just a really clean look for something that can just be such a scattered mess sometimes. Plus, who doesn’t want to have a place to sit back and think about all those inspiring memories?!