The Weekly Running Recap: Bonus Edition. Hello, April! 

It’s been a few, Poodles. And by a few I mean a few miles, a few bitter cold windy days, a few inches of snow and a few freak outs. Ok. I lied. That last one may be more than a few. Like, a whole goddamn bunch.

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Training with Hanson’s Marathon Method never ceases to kick you in your cold, tired ass. It’s a beast. But it works. At this point for me, it’s more mental than physical. I am tired. I have been training for months. I have been trying to eat well, sleep soundly and keep the IPA swilling to a minimum. I have not skipped workouts. I have not bailed on my chosen paces. And now, my legs are tired. That’s it. I am tired. So fucking pooped. I hope these tired stems are ready. I feel like they are. My mind however needs a little bit of work.

It’s almost taper time. All that stands between me a my “micro-taper” – it’s a mere 10 days- are a set of strength intervals and one last Dreaded Tempo Run. Look towards the sky this Thursday and listen carefully. You’ll see fireworks and hear a deafening cheer laced with profanities followed by the crisp pop of an ice cold beer. Then sobs of joy. I swear. Getting through this training in one piece is almost better than crossing the finish line. Unless of course it’s Boston. Then it’s unicorns and glitter bombs galore. Here’s what I’ve been up to besides losing my shit. We’ve got lots to cover. So I’ll be brief.

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Yeah. Right, Colby.

Colby’s Training from March 13th to March 26th, Weeks 14 and 15 of Hansons Marathon Method. I know, I’m behind. 😕

Monday: Easy Run. 6 miles. 9:23 pace. The Incomparable Drunk Otis Brown accompanied me. He’s ridiculous. 

Tuesday: Blizzard. Not kidding. Restfuckingday switched. I hate when that happens. Snow days however, I love.

Wednesday: Strength Intervals. 2 x 3 miles with 1 mile recovery. 8:19 pace. 9 miles total. Here’s when the freak outs began. Sometimes training isn’t all “I NAILED IT!” Sometimes it sucks. Sometimes it’s just give it all you got, super hard work.

Thursday: Easy Run. 6 miles. 9:31 pace. I had to switch things around. No way was I doing a Tempo Run on the heels of the Struggle Bus Strength Interval Tour.

Friday: Tempo Run. 9 miles at 8:35. 11 miles total. Much. Much. Better. Phew. Crisis averted.

Saturday: Easy Run. 10 miles. 9:28. On Easter Island. Jk. But it looks like it, right?!?! I love my town. 

Sunday. Easy Run. 10 miles. 8:57 pace.  Dude. It was like Groundhog Day. Only FASTER! And minus the moai. I felt great. I also didn’t look at my Garmin. I just ran. And was surprised at the end. It was faster than it should have been. But I needed that. Like, desperately. 😊

Monday: Easy 7 miles. 9:32 pace. I couldn’t remember if it was 6 or 8 so I split the diff.

Tuesday: Strength Intervals. 3 x 2 miles with 800m recovery. 8:19 pace.   8 miles total. I cut the last one short due to a very pissed off hamstring. Whaddya gonna do? Wrap it up. That’s what.

Wednesday: RESTFUCKINGDAY. Zero miles. Rolled my hammie. Stretched. Ate all things. Good night. 

Thursday: Tempo Run. 10 miles at 8:35. 12 miles total. Woop. There it is. The Double Digit Dreaded Tempo Run. Sweet Jesus. That’s tough.

Friday: Easy Run. 7 miles total. 9:36 pace. Jello. My legs were like green jello. For St. Paddy’s Day. ☘️☘️☘️

Saturday: Easy Run. 8 miles total. 9:06 pace. Whaaaaat? It’s funny. My “normal” tired easy run pace has gotten quicker with this round of training. Dare I say I’ve gotten stronger? This run was supposed to be slower, but like the previous week, I ignored my Garmin and just ran. Wild. Like my Jani capris. 👌🏼

Sunday: Long Run. 16 miles. 9:18 pace. And there it was. The Last Long Run. And it was GLORIOUS. Funny how you go from exhaustion’s door to Running Queen in a span of days. This was the confidence boost I needed. Happiness. Oh.  And this came. *Squeeeeeeeee!*

We’ve got a couple of Boston Bound Badasses here!!!

  • Total Number of Miles Run Over 2 Weeks: 110 miles
  • Number of Times I Thought I Was Injured: Twice. 
  • Number of Hours of Sleep Lost Obsessing About Phantom Injury: 5 

Do you panic about any muscle twinges or phantom injuries before a marathon? How long is your taper? 


Weekly Running Recap! The Quick, Cold and Miserable Version. 

Because nothing says “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” like a micro pig in a top hat pushing a shopping cart of Guinness.

Sweet Baby Leprechauns. It’s St. Paddy’s Day Eve and I haven’t blogged a lick about LAST week’s Boston Marathon training with My Beloved Hansons Marathon Method. Nevermind mind that THIS week’s running recap is a mere pint of Guinness away. Ok. 3 pints. A blizzard and far too many annoying treadmill runs got in my way of blogging. Seriously, Poodles. I’m starting to freak out a bit. Boston, like Winter, is (still) coming. Fast. I’ve been anxious about it all damn week. More of my Boston Marathon Neuroses later. Promise. Let’s talk about last week, shall we? At least before I freak about this week.  Here’s how it went!

  • Marathon Goal: 3:45
  • Marathon Pace/Tempo Run Pace: 8:35
  • Easy Run Pace: 9:35 to 10:35
  • Speed Interval Pace: 7:35
  • Strength Interval Pace: 8:15

Monday: Easy run. 8 miles. 9:28 pace. And just like that. Cumulative fatigue has reared it’s dead head. I was tuckered. I rolled. I stretched. I drank a beer. Nothing helped.

Tuesday: Strength Intervals. 3 x 2 miles, 800m recovery. 8:16 pace. 10 miles total with warm up/ recovery. Hard. These were hard. Especially considering Monday’s run was spent jogging through a kiddie pool of cumulative fatigue and regret. And guess what, Colby? The next few weeks of training? Stinks.  It’s awful. They’re the hardest weeks. Physically, mentally – all a Sufferfest. I’m talking to myself in the third person so I READ THIS SHIT AND REALIZE THAT I NEED TO SUCK IT UP. BOSTON IS COMING, COLBY. GET IT TOGETHER. DO WERK.  EYE OF THE TIGER, BITCH!

Sorry. That needed to happen.

Wednesday; Restfuckingday.

Clearly, I needed it.

Thursday: Tempo Run. 9 miles at 8:35. 11 miles total. Although I felt as if every damn run was killing me softly, this one actually felt good. Despite my angst, the training is working. The paces ARE becoming comfortable. Familiar, even. Trust the training, Colby.

See?!? There I go again. I need a serious talking to.

Friday: Easy Run. 7 miles total. 9:20 pace. And the miles just keep on coming! Long day. Long run. Late supper. Agony.

Saturday; Easy Run. 8 miles total. 9:22 pace. Bitter. Cold. Wind. I just….can’t. Or, couldn’t. This run was such an effort. It amazes me how you can run an out and back and have a bone chilling fierce headwind THE WHOLE GODDAMN TIME.

Sunday: Long Run. 16 miles. 9:28 pace.  And here I thought Saturday was miserable. So cold. With wind chill it was a single degree in the morning. Looking on the brighter, warmer side, I should really be thankful.  I’ve been training all winter in New England. It’s usually a Snowy Shit Show up in here. While this winter was relatively “mild”, days like this make me realize that I could have been a miserable, cold Snow Monster for 3 months instead of 3 days.

So at least there’s that. 😊

  • Total number of miles run: 60
  • Number of hours of lost sleep panicking about running Boston: 5
  • Number of tears shed whilst running into a bitter cold headwind: Too many to count. Besides, they were frozen. 

Do you experience a Pre-Marathon Nervous Breakdown while training? Do you occasionally burst into tears while training or am I the only one? 😫

Weekly Running Recap! From shorts to snow suit, we’ve covered it all this week. 

One day you’re debuting a cute new pair of kicks sans socks, and the next you’re swaddled in wool and sporting Joan of Arctic Sorrels. Helllooooo, March. You vicious Lion. 

Get it together, Mother Nature. PICK A DAMN SEASON. I’m ALL for cold temps, but I draw the line with cold temps AND frigid gale force winds. That’s a bit much. Even for me. I shouldn’t really complain, as far as New England winters go, this one has been more kitten than lion. But even still. You know you’re in trouble when you run an out and back and have a bitter cold head wind the whole damn time. How is that even possible?  Minus the 3 day chill and wind burn, it was a solid week of training with my beloved Hansons. In case you’ve forgotten,  because I sure as shit haven’t, here’s the scoop. 

Marathon Goal: 3:45
Marathon Pace/Tempo Run Pace: 8:35
Easy Run Pace: 9:35 to 10:35
Speed Interval Pace: 7:35
Strength Interval Pace: 8:15

Monday: Easy Run, 6 miles total. 9:15 pace. Gotta admit. Kinda tuckered. I had a FANTASTIC, confidence boosting 16 mile run the day before. So I wasn’t expecting unicorns and rainbows here. Just 6 sludgy miles. Gah. 

Tuesday: Strength Intervals. 4 x 1.5 mile, 800m recovery. 9 miles total with warm up/cool down. 8:15 pace. Nailed it! YES! Then promptly celebrated by heading to a local Italian joint for “Ladies Night” with my sister and BFFs.  Complete with delicious half price apps, copious amounts of half priced wine and a dude in a fedora crooning Sinatra on a keyboard, it was EPIC.  

Wednesday: RESTFUCKINGDAY. 0 miles. 

Thursday: Tempo Run. 9 miles at 8:35.  11 miles total. I would also like to add that the last two miles were run at 8:15. WHAT.  True story, Poodles. Had to be the half price apps. 

Friday: Easy Run. 7 miles at 9:20. Treadmill city. And after a long ass day. I was happy to simply be done. And then go home. And eat my face off. 

Saturday: Easy Run. 10 miles at 9:00. Bitter. Cold. Wind. However, I’m starting to think my legs like bitter cold wind because I was far zippier than I thought and should be, ATH. (According to Hansons.) I rolled with it. After all, I wanted to hurry up and chill with My Other Half who is also training for Boston with Hansons. He’s SUPER FAST. We still love him though. 

Date Night Pizza Fest

Sunday: Easy Run. 10 miles at 9:04. Bitter. Cold. Wind. What is this? Groundhog Day? Pretty much! Afterwards I literally snuggled under blankets on the couch beneath a pile of dogs. Chilled to the bone. I then proceeded to do absolutely nothing. No cleaning. No grocery shopping. No cooking. Zip. It was glorious. ☺


  • Total Number of Miles: 53. 
  • Number of Half Priced Apps Consumed: 3.
  • Days Until I Toe the Line in Boston: 42! Squeeeeee! 

Have you completely misjudged your pace, swore you were practically running in reverse then were thrilled when you looked at your watch?  Do you run by perceived effort or strictly stick to actual pace?  Favorite appetizer. GO! 

Weekly Running Recap: Highs and lows notwithstanding, I’m coming for you Boston! 

Though my legs be but tired. They are jazzy AF.

Two high points this week whilst training with Hansons Marathon Method, Poodles. High Point Number 1: The Cassie Rift Valley Running Capri by Janji. {See: Jazzy AF, above.} I’m obsessed with these capris. They are stunning, comfy, super flattering and provide a year of clean water to a person in Kenya. WINS all around. They’re my new favorite thing. I swear they made me run faster all week. High Point Number 2: I ran IN SHORTS in New England in February. Unheard of up in here. It was 70. Drunk Otis even went swimming. Bananas.

Of course with the High Points, come the Low Points. Sadly, it’s about balance. I wouldn’t have minded a little lopsided teeter tottering in the High Point direction after last week’s Bacterial Bonanza, but alas, this is my real life. And sometimes it’s straight up Crazy Town, USA. Low Point Number 1: I missed a run. Life, work, responsibilities all collided, resulting in a 2 mile walk and swim with 3 dogs and a kid instead of a 7 mile Easy Run. It happens. Everyone is probably all the better for it- the dogs and kid especially. But I did selfishly stress my face off about missing a scheduled run. If that one missed run derails all of these 18 weeks of busting my ass to run Boston, then I have much bigger problems. Like biting off a goal way bigger than I could chew.

Low Point Number 1. #notreally

Low Point Number 2: An incomplete Tempo Run due to a crazy high heart rate. What in the name of tachycardia was that about?!? Stress. Dehydration. Overexertion. Remnants of my aforementioned Bacterial Bonanza. All of the above? I’m not entirely sure but it freaked me out enough to slow down and call it quits. The good news is that it hasn’t happened again. But I’ve got my eye on you, Ticker.  Drama Rama. Here’s last week – the drama + the miles.

Monday: Easy Run. 7 miles total. 9:17 pace. After coming off of a Long Run and wrapping up antibiotics, this run was a bit of a struggle. I know, SHOCKER.

Tuesday: Strength Intervals. 6 x 1 mile, 400m recovery. 8:12 pace. 10 miles total. Tough stuff. For the remainder of this god forsaken training, my speed intervals turn to strength intervals. And I promptly rock in the corner and sob, loudly.

Wednesday: RESTFUCKINGDAY. 0 miles total. If I could have gotten around via Roomba I would have. Tuckered.

Thursday: Tempo Run. 8+ miles total. This is where my heart beat faster than my legs would carry me. 1 mile, warm up. 6 miles were at marathon pace, 8:35. The rest? No good. I stopped. I was slightly freaked. Eventually, much longer than normal, my heart rate came back down. I honestly think it was because I was dehydrated. I fixed that super quick. *chug, chug, chug*

Friday: 2 mile walk. Now that I’m actually putting the week together, it was probably a good thing that my missed run followed my “episode.” Uh, yeah Dumb Ass. Chill, Girl. Chill.

Saturday: Easy Run, 9 miles. 9:30 pace. Super. Hilly. Heart rate completely back to normal. Phew.

Sunday: Long Run, 16 miles. 9:05 pace. WHAAAAAT?!?! Hello, High Point Number 3!!! Where did that come from? Heaven. That’s where. One of my best Long Runs in recent memory. Heart rate normal. I was thrilled. Thrilled! The work is paying off despite a few speed bumps. I couldn’t be happier. After my heart pounding, rollercoaster of a week, I’ll take it. And hug it and wrap it with a big glittery bow. It is about balance. But every now and then, a little lopsided happiness spills right on over and out. 😄

Happy Face.

  • Total number of mile run: 50
  • Number of miles walked with 3 dogs and a kid: 2 
  • Number of beats per minute before I decided to pull the plug on my Tempo Run: 178 bpm 😳 Yeah, no. 

Do you pay attention to your heart rate while running? Is your resting heart rate low? 

Weekly Running Recap: 10 Weeks of Hansons!

I’m runnin’ down the back side to Boston, Poodles! How bah dah? Ten weeks of training with Hansons Marathon Method down, 8 weeks to go. I have officially turned the page. I am also officially pretty damn tired. That may have had more to do with the sinus and double ear infections I was diagnosed with last week, but there you go. What a mess. (Note: The next time you are seated next to a screaming crying baby on a plane who is tugging her little ears, cut Baby Girl some slack. Ear infections suck. Like, bad. #IFeelYouBabyGirl) If we can recall from last week’s training recap, I was feeling super under the weather. In fact I trimmed my freezing cold snowy run down from 15 miles to 10 last week because I could neither stop coughing nor hear a goddamn thing. Broken rib or chiseled abs? It was a coughing toss up. Despite my affliction, I still managed to get in a solid week of running whilst on antibiotics. I know. I don’t reccommend it. But here’s how it went.

Monday: Elliptical, 45 mintues. Woke up. Dragged my coughing, clogged head to the gym. Attempted to run. No bueno. My teeth felt like they were falling out. Ellipticaled instead. Dumb? YES. However, I did leave the gym and march directly into my doctor’s office. I left with multiple prescriptions, double ear infections and a sinus infection for good measure. I haven’t had an ear infection since I was 4 years old. I’ll take kid diseases for $400, Alex. That seems to be the thing with me lately. Kid diseases. *sigh*phoebe

Tuesday: Easy Run. 3 miles. 9:05 pace. Why? Because although I couldn’t hear, I felt better. Should I have stayed home in my comfy lil’ fleece nest cuddling with Drunk Otis and My Other Half on Valentine’s Day? Yes. But I couldn’t. Because Boston. I’m training. And I’m a stubborn Italian who can NOT sit still if she’s feeling better. Somewhere Little Gram is smacking me upside my head. With a dish towel.

Wednesday: Intervals, 3 x 1600, 600m recovery, 7:25 pace. 7 miles total. Holy torrent of snot. Seriously. I have never had such a runny nose in my life. I thought my nose was going to fall off Walking Dead style. Ugly. I was an ugly mess. But it was done.


Not bad for a stop light sunset.

Thursday: Easy Run. 7 miles total, 9:15 pace. Less snot. Less coughing. More antibioitics. Not bad, Colby.

Friday: Tempo Run. 8 miles at marathon pace, 8:35. 10 miles total. YAHOOOOOO! What a difference meds make! Felt good. I honestly did. And as my Tempo Run Reward. THIS. Behold! The elusive Pliny the Elder! Cheers! And cheers again. Pliny, the beer equivalent of finding an East Coast Unicorn, did not disappoint. De-lish.


Oh, Hey Pliny!

Saturday: Easy Run. 8 miles total. 9:15 pace.  For me, the run following the tempo run is the worst. My legs are usually half dead. Which is why I have taken to rolling the hell out of them which helps tremendously. What a gogeous day! It was spring like! Gone was the snot and much of the snow. Nothing but mild temps and a new dope running hat from Janji by Ciele Athletics. That’s a collaboration made in heaven. Hat on point!img_8587

Sunday: Long Run. 15 miles total. 9:28 pace. As promised, this was my do-over run from the previous week. The last 3 miles were a bit of a struggle but it was so nice out and there were so many birds chriping that it didn’t even matter to me. Happy Sunday!

I must admit, considering how the week started and knowing how much I despise having to juggle around my schedule, I was pretty damn proud of myself. The week ended on a high note. Of that I am certain. It’s getting closer by the mile. And I’m so excited I can scream. I’m feeling like my substance runs (Intervals and Tempo Run) are really coming together. Next week my Intervals switch from speed to strength which is a BEAST for me. It’s at a slightly slower clip than speed intervals, but with more total miles. The goal now that I am no longer infectious, is to stay that way. To sound sleeps, rolled muscles and healthy weeks ahead!

  • Total number of miles run: 50 miles
  • Number of minutes spent on an Elliptical feeling like a zombie under water: 45 minutes
  • Boxes of Kleenex used: 4. I am not kidding. FOUR BOXES. 

Do you do stupid things like run while on antibiotics or drink tough to obtain IPAs while taking them?  When is the last time you had an ear infection? How has the weather been in your neighborhood? 


Drunk Otis, Editor.

The Weekly Running Recap. Blizzard Edition. 

Welp. It only took until February for Old Man Winter to rear his frozen crusty ass. And boy did he. We essentially got a 1-2-3 punch. Right in the kisser, the chin and the kidney. Which, due to onset of said blizzard, had me missing my scheduled run! GASP! True story. Listen. I’m nuts. But not nuts enough to run in high winds, driving snow and- wait for it– THUNDER. Yup. Thundersnow. That’s a real damn thing. And it happened. I heard it. And promptly went back to bed. Of course, the day before the Thundersnow, it was 60 degrees. And of course, it was my Rest Day. I know. Piss poor planning, Colby. Funny how that happens.

Nevertheless, here’s what else happened during Week 9 of Hansons Marathon Method!

In case you’ve forgotten (because I sure as shit haven’t), here are my paces:

  • Marathon Goal: 3:45
  • Marathon Pace: 8:35
  • Easy Run Pace: 9:35 to 10:35
  • Interval Pace: 7:35
  • Tempo Run Pace: 8:35

Monday: Easy Run. 9:19 pace. 7 miles total. In all, not a bad run. I was coming off of a very sore ankle from my Adventures in Vermont and was pleasantly surprised my ankle held up. As a reward, I took her out for froyo.

Tuesday: Intervals. 6×800, 400m recovery. 7:35 pace. 7 miles total with warm up and recovery. Not bad. I don’t want to say that they’re getting “easy” but I’m definitely recovering better. Pretty soon my speed intervals turn to strength intervals and that’s when I rock in the corner. Strength sessions fine tune you for marathon specific adaptations- lacatate clearance, lactate tolerance, improved endurance and improved 02 delivery, among other things.

Wednesday: Rest Day. Yes, it was 60 degrees. Yes, I went out and drank a couple of lovely IPAs called ‘Sip of Sunshine’ in honor of the temps. Yes, I thought about running my Tempo Run instead of tomorrow. But I just couldn’t. I was pooped. No way was I running two super hard workouts back to back again. Hard. Stop.

Thursday: Snowthunder. Total miles 0. Total inches of snow 14.  Instead I did a killer HIIT workout in my living room with My Other Half. I nearly died. I crawled around on the kitchen floor afterwards looking for tools to craft a home made defibrillator while he repeated the workout. LIKE IT WAS NOTHING.  Poodles, I’m in decent shape right now.  He is in other world shape. Little shit. If I didn’t love him, I’d hate him.❤

Friday: Tempo Run. 8 miles at 8:35, 10 miles total. On a damn treadmill. Which, I might add made me sick. {Spoiler Alert!} I swear. Happens every year. Every damn time I spend time in that petri dish of a gym, I wind up with some infectious disease.

Saturday: Icy, snowy Easy Run. 8 miles total. Cold. Miserable. With a very tired, almost sick face.

Tired face.

Sunday: Easy Run, 10 miles, 9:35 pace. I contemplated running my scheduled long run which was 15 miles but with driving snow and a miserable cough, I decided to go for as long as I felt like. I’ll re-do my long run this Sunday. Hopefully without issue. It was such a weird week with all the snow and ice and rearranging. Despite that, it wasn’t that bad of a week running-wise. Sometimes you get what you get, and you don’t get upset. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. 😊

  • Total number of miles run: 42
  • Number of minutes spent on the kitchen floor, gasping for air post HIIT workout: 6
  • Total inches of snowfall all week: 17 give or take.

Are you good for one doozy of a cold per year, or a bunch of annoying small episodes- How often do you get sick in winter?  When do you stop- fever, antibiotics, broken bones?!

A Fortnight of Forgotten Runs

Fourteen Runs. Two entire weeks of training- poof!– done in a few shakes of Drunk Otis’ tail. Training for Boston with Hansons Marathon Method is flying by. Or maybe I just black out every week and forget the agony. Yeah. That’s it. Repression at its finest. That also means I’m behind 2 weeks of blogging, Poodles. I’m quitting the small talk. WHAT?!! And hopping straight to it. We’ve got miles to cover!

Monday: Easy run.7 miles total. 9:12 pace in sunny Florida! When we last we spoke, I was recovering from a bout of amoebic dysentery. Or, a stomach bug. Same diff. This was my first real run post gut issue. I felt great. Couldn’t possibly have been the view? Nah.

All runs are better along the sweet blue sea.❤️

Tuesday: Rest Day. Flight from 84 degree weather to 24 degree weather. I had to flip flop my scheduled rest day. Which meant the rest of the week would be chock full o’ pain.

Wednesday: Intervals. 400-800-1200-1600-1200-800-400, 400m recovery, 7:34. Warm up/recovery. 9 miles total. This is a tough one. I’d like to call it the Ladder of Pain. And Suffering. And All Things Unpleasant. I did it though. So at least there’s a little bit of sunshine in an otherwise cloudy, painful, cold, Not Florida day.

Thursday: Easy Run. 7 miles. 9:21. Here’s where things get hairy. Usually, there is a rest day between Intervals and The Dreaded Tempo Run. Because I had to shift my Rest Day to Tuesday, I was going into a new cycle sans rest. Remember, Easy Runs don’t seem so easy on tuckered legs. They stink.

Friday: Tempo Run. 7 miles at 8:34, 9.5 miles total with warm up and cool down. *cue choir of angels* YES!  Shock of all shocks, I felt great. And here I thought It was going to be hairy. Success! I rewarded myself with 2 beers. Cheers!

Take THAT Tempo Run!

Saturday: Easy Run. 8 miles total at 9:18. Not gonna lie. I was pooped. And it was cold. Really cold.

Sunday: Long Run. 14 miles total at 9:29. Nice and steady. Cold and windy. Money in the bank. Cha-Ching.

Monday: Easy Run. 6 miles total at 9:18. Rest Day? Where are you? Little did I know that I would have to flip-flop ANOTHER WEEK OF TRAINING because of work, weather and a gym that closed early. A “dusting” turned into 4 inches of snow and ice. Thanks, Mother Nature. You rat.

Tuesday: Welp. I got my Rest Day a day early. Which was fine. Except now I’d have to run another hard week. But then again, what else is new? It’s Hansons. Welcome to the Sufferfest.

Wednesday: Intervals. 3 x 1600, 600m recovery at 7:37. 6.5 miles total with warm up/recovery. These sucked the life out of me. Mostly because I drank the equivalent of 2 teaspoons of water all day. Not. Good. Tip: Just because it’s cold and icy out, you still need to hydrate. Preferably with Skratch Labs. I also found out I am a 2017 Taste Agent! See…Pop-Up Interval Day wasn’t all that bad after all. Good things happen to those who are dehydrated and exhausted. They drink Skratch Labs. 

Thursday: Tempo Run. 7 miles at 8:35. 9 miles total with warm up/cool down. Awful. And after my previous killer Tempo Run, so stinking disappointing. That’s what happens when you do two “SOS” runs back to back. (Something of Substance in Hanson’s speak.)  Which by the way, you shouldn’t do. There’s usually a rest day between them. This was a 1-2 punch. Tip: Don’t do this. You will be disappointed and beat yourself up. Especially if you do it on the soul-sucking treadmill.

Friday: Easy Run. 6 miles at 9:15 with Drunk Otis! He loves easy run days. He also loves Vermont which is where I headed after this run.

Hey, Lady. Get out of the car. We’re running.

Saturday: Easy Run. 10 miles at 9:18 in lovely, bitter cold Vermont! Beautiful run. Beautiful part of the country.

I ❤️my new Atlas snow shoes.

This run was followed by a 5 mile snow shoe hike with our Partners in Adventuring and Beer Drinking, Anthony and Carly. So much fun with great friends. Happiness abounds! And exhaustion.  But, whatevs.

Vermont trail porn.

Sunday: 3 mile hike in Vermont. 45 minute spin. Why no run? Because my ankle was not happy post snow shoe adventure. Girlfriend was super sore. In the spirit of listening to thy body and after consulting with my Partner in Adventuring and Beer who is a health care professional, we decided that ice and Advil would be better for the long term. Better to miss a run now, then be injured later. And in deference to my pin-containing ankle with limited mobility and lotsa issues, that’s what I did. But I didn’t like it. Not one bit.  I also obsessed about missing a scheduled run, resulting in my friend, Carly giving me a “Bitch, you cray. Chill.” talking to. Thanks, Girl. Thanks. I needed that. 


Total number of miles run in 2 weeks: 92. Damn. That’s a lot.
Number of miles hiked +/- snow shoes: 8 miles. 5 of which were up-up-uphill in said shoes.
Minutes I spun on my trainer because I bought I hadn’t run enough: 45.  

Do you obsess about missed runs due to injury as much as I do? Have you ever run or hiked in snow shoes? 

The Weekly Running Recap. Fun in the sun! Well, kinda…

I almost forgot I was going on vacation. Like, really. I had the days all screwed up. And the flights. Who the hell does that. Answer: Me. 

Who forgets this?

Were we landing in Ft. Laudetdale or West Palm Beach? And when were we coming back? Zero goddamn clue. These are some crazy ass times when a gal forgets she’s leaving for a week in the sun. Clearly, I needed it. Hell. The world needs it. Fasten your 5- point harnesses, Poodles. We are in for one hell of a 4 year ride. I’ll bring the Xanax. You supply the puppies. We’ll get through this. Last week  I wound up with lots of much needed sunshine & chill time, lots of decompressing, tons of running and one rouge stomach virus. Nothing like getting a debilitating stomach bug that kicks you in the teeth whilst on vacation. The vodka tonics quickly turned in Pedialyte martinis. Thanks, Stomach. And still, the Hanson’s marathon training continued. Moving on, Poodles.  Moving on. 

Monday: Easy Run. 6 miles. Trail Run. I was off on Monday which made Drunk Otis Brown the happiest chocolate monster in the world. We hit the trails. Then it occurred to me that I was leaving on vacation early Wednesday morning. So I exchanged my winter Janji running tights for bikinis and flip flops. 

Spot the chocolate monster…

Tuesday: Intervals. 4 x 1200, 400m recovery, 7:34 min mile. 7 miles total. If we remember last week’s EPIC Interval Failure and subsequent self-flogging, I had an ax to grind. A bone to pick. A score to settle. #IdiomsRule I’m coming for you Intervals!  And? SUCCESS! Thank you for all of your insightful comments last week. They helped more than you know! Muaaaahh! 

Wednesday: Rest Day, 0 miles run. 1400 miles flown. Hello, Beach! 

Flops off. Tan on.

Thursday: Tempo Run, 7 miles at 8:34, 9.5 miles total. It was 84 degrees out. I did not melt. I LOVED IT! Success! Over the course of training this run gets longer. Every 3 weeks it increases until you top out with 10 miles at marathon pace. For me that’s 8:35. This run is a beast. And my most dreaded run. I was thrilled with this one. Then disaster struck. 

Blue skies and pain. #nofilter

Friday: Bathroom Run, 2 miles total. Sweet Baby Dysentery. What a disaster. Sick. Just sick. Weak. Dehydrated. No running. Just liters of Pedialyte, poolside. What a bummer. I don’t like missing runs. However, when you have the runs, there is but one choice. Miss. 

Saturday: Easy Run, 6 miles. It was stupid. I was dehydrated. But I did it. Let’s try and forget it, shall we? Gah. Ugly. 

Sunday: Long Run, 10 miles. Pace, 9:17 min. Talk about a comeback. Reborn! Much, much better. I might not have had the perfect week, but I definitely had a near perfect run.

Happiness ☺️

Total number of miles run: 38.5
Total number of miles missed due to The Stomach Plague: 8
Number of trips to the bathroom in one 24h period: 19
Number of #alternativefacts contained in this blog post: Absolute effen zero.

Do you run while on vacation? Have you ever been grounded with a stomach bug? How was YOUR week? 

The Weekly Running Recap. This is NOT a test. 

If I had to grade myself on this Week’s Hansons Marathon Training with Colby, I’d give myself a big, fat “C.”  Welcome to Medicore Ville, can I take your sub par order?kim-kardashian-on-giphy

Gah. It was like I studied all damn semester, popped a Red Bull and crammed for the test, only to bomb it. I still ran ALL THE MILES. I even nailed my pace during The Dreaded Tempo Run. But Intervals? Fail. I bombed that test. It certainly wasn’t The Final. That’s Boston. So what was it? A quiz? A mere 5% of my grade? So, why did I beat myself up about it all week then?

I tend to think about marathon training like a series of tests, which you study for allllll effen semester, each one building on what you’ve learned and retained all semester long. The final of course, is cumulative. This week I had a bad session of intervals. A bad stomach (I’m looking at YOU New England clam chowder), a busy, screwed up day and the wrong workout entirely contributed to my “failure.” It was a Trifecta of Suck. I was convinced my GPA had plummeted.  I was bummed. After a series of panicky  texts to Tina, my BFF, she said something that calmed me.

Boom. There it was. Training. It’s training. And it was rough. And I didn’t fail. Why? Because my BFF told me so. That’s why. Calm, plainly and oh so, pointedly. And she’s right. I put so much pressure on myself. Unnecessary pressure. It’s not an Organic Chem final. Or the goddamn SATs. It’s one workout. Chill. Out. Sometimes I think I need to train my mind, more than my legs. Does Hansons make a training guide for that? I’m a hot mess.  Let’s get on with the running…

Monday: Easy Run,  6 miles. Pace, 9:15. Yawn. Not a great run. Not a bad run. It was just “Meh.” And it was on a treadmill. And my sports bra bit me. See? I should have just stayed in bed all week. 

Tuesday: Intervals, 7 miles total. 4 X 1200m, 400m recovery, warm up/cool down. 7:35 pace for two, then it went to shit. Literally and figuratively. I am blaming this on the chowder. Nothing like a hot, heavy cream and clam based soup prior to make you SPRINT to the loo. Bad. All bad. It was even the wrong work out. It was supposed to be 5 X 1000m. Goofed all around. But it’s training right? I will say that I did cover the miles. So there’s that. 

Wednesday: RESTFUCKINGDAY. 0, miles. Zero chowder. 

Just stick a clam in his hand and its me.

Thursday: Tempo Run, 8 miles total. 6 miles at 8:35, warm up/cool down. Even though this was a strong run, I was still bummed about my Intervals. I know. Build a bridge, Colby. And get the hell over it. 

Friday: Easy Run, 7 miles. Pace, 9:17. My legs felt like sausages, but otherwise it was good. It was really good for Drunk Otis. He got a new baby! 

Meet, Baby. He hasn’t put it down yet.

Saturday: Easy run, 6 miles. Pace, 9:20. Run, hair cut & color and a Surprise Birthday Party for one of my oldest and dearest friends. Such a great day! Jonna is the friend you could not see for 5 years then get together and not miss a beat. That’s my Jonny. I adore her. And cherish our decades long friendship. 

Sunday: Long run, 12 miles. Pace, 9:22. Cold, icy and moderately hung over, this run was beautiful. 


Total number of miles run: 46 miles
Number of bowls of New England Clam Chowder consumed: 1 too many
Times I doubted myself: 100

How do you deal with a “failed” workout? Do you beat yourself up about it all week or just suck it up? New England, Manhattan or Rhode Island clam chowdah? Go! 

4 Weeks of Training Down!

And 98 days until Boston. But who’s counting?

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DOUBLE DIGIT COUNTDOWN! Which sounds kinda close. Until you realize that there are 14 more weeks of training, 10,000 more miles and gallons of sweat to drip with Hanson’s Marathon Method before toeing the line in Hopkinton. Yeah. It might as well be an eternity away. My legs certainly think so.

I actually felt pretty strong last week all things considered. I’m definitely getting back into the swing of it. I am digging the structured training and of course BLOGGING about this whole insane journey to Boston. Thank you for following along. I mean it with all of 4 chambers of my heart. Your comments and support keep this tuckered broad motivated AF. A million sweaty kisses!  Here’s what went down during Week 4!

Monday: Easy Run, 6 miles total. Pace, 9:15. I’m not gonna lie. I was tired. If we can recall last week’s recap, I did the old “bend and switch” and insisted on switching my rest day to coincide with Christmas, which meant I would be running 9 days straight with nary a rest. Dumb? Yes. But for for the love of Baby Jesus, it was Christmas.

Tuesday: Intervals, 6 X 800, 400m recovery. Pace 7:30. Warm up/cool down 7 miles total. These were a beast. Something about an 800m that simply kicks the snot out of me. 1200m? Not so bad. That just doesn’t make sense. So I’ve determined it’s completely in my head. #CrazyPants

Wednesday: *cue Barry Manilow* LOOKS LIKE WE MADE IT!!!! Phew. Somebody pour me a big old cup of REST…STAT!  0 miles total.

Thursday: Tempo Run, 6 miles at marathon pace, 8:35. Warm up/cool down, 8 miles total. This run was a total sufferfest. Why? See below. 

Friday: Easy Run, 6 miles. Pace, 9:20. I had to squeeeze this puppy in because My Other Half was racing in US National Cyclocross Championships which were right here in good old Hartford, Connecticut! Squeeee! Such exciting stuff!  I was The Pit Crew for him. So offish!

Saturday: Easy Run, 7miles. Pace, no clue. This was a snowy trail run with Drunk Otis and My Other Half. Yes, he raced in a National Championship the day before and no, he is not resting. He’s running Boston too. Talk about shifting gears. See what I did right there? 

Drunk Otis, Reindog.

Sunday: Easy Run, 8 miles. Pace, 9:45. Easy run this was not. It was bitter cold- single digit temps- and in 6 inches of snow. Thankfully, the roads were plowed and my YakTrax KILLED IT! No slip, no slide. WIN! 

Me, Freezing.

Total number of miles run: 42

Number of times I had to swap out My Other Half’s frozen mud caked bike in the pit: 3

Number of times I fell flat on my face running in snow and ice: ZERO!!!!!!! 

Do you have a distance that completely psychs you out for no damn reason? Do you run in the snow with YakTrax? Coldest temperature you will run in- GO!