Help a sister out

I let this guy talk me into a century ride.


Really? That guy? Yep. That guy.

A century is a 100 mile bike tour, but this particular century has 8 extra miles of punishment at the end just in case your butt doesn’t hate you enough after 100 miles. This will be my first full century.

Here’s where you come in. The ride is actually a fundraiser for the American Diabetes Association. I have to raise $250 to ride. When Tim tried to talk me into this the first time, I told him I don’t have 25 friends with $10 to spare. Or 10 friends with $25 to spare. Tim said he always makes his fundraising minimum for this race, because people like him.

So, help me feel like a winner and make a tax deductible donation to the American Diabetes Association. Odds are good you probably know someone living with diabetes. Make a donation in their name or donate anonymously.

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Pay it Forward

Tomorrow is the famous Cherry Blossom 10 miler. Many of my running friends will be participating.

I’ve said before that the volunteers and spectators are the best part of the race experience, and I absolutely appreciate every unpaid tee shirt folder, water cup filler, and banana hander outer. Yesterday I felt it was finally my turn to give a little back, so I volunteered at the expo.

Cherry Blossom 10 miler expo

Cotton: The silent killer

I can now add supply chain management and distribution to my resume.

I had a great time volunteering, but I was asked the same question so many times, I felt the need to blog about it.

“Do I have to wear this tee shirt on race day?”

NO. NO you do not.

Two things- First of all, cotton is rotten. Do not run 10 miles in a cotton tee shirt. Don’t even wear cotton shorts or cotton underwear. Just say no to cotton. Cotton is really great at absorbing moisture and keeping it there. So, if you want to wear wet clothes or you just love chaffing, get yourself some cotton and go nuts. If you want to be comfortable, get a tech shirt. You don’t have to go to a fancy running store. They sell them at Target. You can afford it. Secondly, it’s bad luck to wear your race shirt before your race. Don’t put that shirt on until after you cross the finish line. I just saved you from a race injury. You’re welcome.

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The other Dallas cheerleaders

This weekend I went back to G-d’s country and ran the Dallas Rock and Roll half marathon. The race started downtown, went through all the Dallas hot spots, and finished at Fair Park.

Around mile 7, we were running through an affluent neighborhood when I saw the best thing ever. A woman dragged her couch out to her front lawn, dressed up in a bathrobe, curlers, and a mud mask, and sat on the couch with a sign that said “You woke me up for THIS?!” AAAAAAAND that woman wins the award for spectator of the year. Too funny. If all the spectators put forth that much committment, people would run races just for the entertainment value. Bravo, couch lady. Bravo.

Couch Lady

The race was good. The temperature was low 50s/high 40s, overcast, and slightly windy. The course was a little hillier than I would have liked, but otherwise very enjoyable. Way to keep it classy, Dallas.

Last but not least- Megan’s Favorite Signs:


2.) I want to come with you! (sign worn by a dog)

3.) Only a shitload of miles left!

Meredith and Megan

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New Decor

New Decor

The first thing you see when you walk into my house

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Back to Boston

This morning I went for a 14 mile run with my running companion, Sam. This was a difficult run because the wind was ferocious and it felt like running uphill while carrying weights.

My best strategy in this case is to cheat. If this were a race, I would have found the biggest, broadest guy on the course and run RIGHT BEHIND him. Ah, yes. Drafting. Totally worth it.

If you find someone big enough to run behind, you can imagine you are the little bike behind the big car.

If you find someone big enough to run behind, you can imagine you are the little bike behind the big car.

Very fancy article about drafting

On this particular day I found a suitably large Navy officer named Steve. Sam and I introduced ourselves and asked him to join us. After about 5 minutes, I decided to draft off him. While I was drafting, Steve told me what he was training for- His second Boston marathon. Steve said that he was 2 miles away from the finish line last year when the bombs detonated. He was unable to finish. He said that the Boston Athletic Association let him re-enter for this year. I had been wondering what happened to the runners who were left stranded last year. I wondered if they would get the chance to finish what they started.  

I’m glad to have met Steve today. Partially because he shielded me, a total stranger, from the wind, but mostly because he reminded me how much I’ve come to appreciate the camaraderie and spirit of this sport. He will not be defeated. He will reach the finish line, a year later, in Boston.

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Be the match

There’s one aspect of long distance running that bothers me on a weird level. Marathon runners can not donate blood. It’s not a great idea for marathon runners to donate because it takes several weeks for oxygen levels in the blood to return to normal, and at that reduced level, running long distance is dangerous if not impossible. (Normal people can return to work or school immediately, but endurance athletes are a different scenario entirely.)

So what can you do if you can not donate blood and you want to fulfil your civic duties? You can join the National Bone Marrow Registry. Better yet, convince your roommates/family/co-workers to join with you. Joining is quick and painless. Will and I joined years ago. We just showed up at a registry drive and filled out a quick paperwork followed by a cheek swab. That’s it! We’ll remain in the registry until we age out, which will be almost 40 years.Be the Match

If there is not a registration event in your area, you can request a kit. They will send it to your house, you will swab your own cheek, and send it back. It’s that easy. My mom once convinced all her co-workers to join with her, and they sent someone to the office to swab cheeks.

Only 1 in every 540 people will actually donate, and in the 4+ years we’ve been in the registry, Will and I have never received a call. The odds of being selected after age 44 decrease dramatically, so don’t wait. Join today, and convince your friends and colleagues to join with you. The more donors are in the registry, the better the chances of finding a match. Join and you might save a life!

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Race wrap up- The Big Easy

Yesterday I ran the Rock and Roll New Orleans Half Marathon. I’m not quite sure if this was a PR, but I finished in 2 hours and 5 minutes. I’ll take it!

New Orleans is totally haunted and they serve booze 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, which pretty much makes it the most epic city in America.

The day before the race, you’re supposed to enjoy a nice dinner of simple carbs, no alcohol (or just one adult beverage), and no walking tours. We instead went to the famous Pat O’Brian’s for fried alligator and hurricanes, followed by a walking ghost tour.

I think Will found a way around the whole "no drinking before the race" rule.

I think Will found a way around the whole “no drinking before the race” rule.

Yeah, Will found a loophole. Yes, the sign says IV therapy for hangovers and athletic performance. (No, I didn’t go there, but that is brilliant. Million dollar idea.)

The weather for this race was crazy. We started at 7am with chilly overcast skies and a nice breeze. We ran the first 7 miles or so through the garden district of New Orleans, right past the famous Belfort Mansion at Fourth and St. Charles, home to the cast of the original “Real World New Orleans”. Then we headed back towards the Quarter, where out of nowhere an evil blanket of humidity wrapped us up in oppression and hot sticky tyranny. Finally, we turned into the French Quarter and a thick fog descended so intensely that I couldn’t see the runners in front of me.

Fog 1

Fog 2

Inspector Carraco searching for clues.

Finally a breezy rain broke through the fog, and I saw the finish line. This was the Rock and Roll marathon series, so of course there were plenty of live bands along the way, including lots of jazz bands. Try to guess how many times I heard When the Saints Come Marching In.


At mile 12.6, the race divided and the half marathoners turned off to the right. I’ve never been so happy to see mile 13. I waved at all the people running the marathon and thought to myself “haha, suckas. I’ll be drinking a hurricane before you get to the finish line”.

And so I did.


There were also beignets, but I failed to take a picture of them. Will took a picture of me crossing the finish line, but he’s still a little slow on the draw, so it’s pretty much just a picture of a tiny blue dot running towards an archway. Don’t take Will to a gunfight.

Finish line 2

Last but not least: Megan’s Favorite Signs-

1.) Geaux Runners

2.) I thought this was a Mardi Gras parade

3.) Do Epic Shit

4.) It’s called GATOR ade for a reason

That’s a wrap! As always, the spectators, volunteers, musicians, and cheerleaders were phenomenal. The crowd is ALWAYS the best part. Thanks for your support and participation! We all win!

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