A new journey

I ran 5 miles today. Well, not exactly ran…I moved faster than a walk, except when I took walk breaks. 

For the record, it was 85 degrees!  And I am horribly out of shape. So there’s that.

I have been on a bit of a running hiatus for, oh, I don’t know, 6 years?!?  I mean, I have been running, or jogging, whatever word offends you the least depending on whether you catch me in the act or not.

2013 was the year of change for me. Running took a backseat. To be honest, I kind of threw running out of the car and sped off without it!  I have made attempts, however feeble, to get back in the running lifestyle.  It was just never quite right, not like it used to be. And now, finally (!), 6 years later, my brain has finally accepted the fact that it won’t ever be like it was for me.

And that is great!  I have accepted my new life, and my new…er…older body!

Honestly, I didn’t think I’d ever really WANT to run any kind of long distance again. I lost my desire to get on the roads and pound out the miles. I lost my mojo. 

And then something happened.  I wanted to run!  Just out of nowhere, I realized I missed it. I missed keeping a training log and seeing the miles add up. I missed the tired legs, I missed being able to eat a HUGE plate of pasta and have zero guilt over it.  I missed challenging myself.

And here I am today, realizing that 50 is less than a year away.  Over the hill. Old as dirt.  What have you, but I don’t believe it!  I was just 40, when I did a 50 miler and even came in 2nd in under 8 hours! 

I’m sharing this with you, dear reader, as you are my witnesses.  The Mt. Si 50 mile race is just under 8 months from now, and I will once again run (ahem…finish) this race.  And it started today with my very slow, very hot, 5-mile run.  It. Is. On!

Run Amok Racing, Inc. Begins!

Hi there! If you're reading this blog, you are most definitely a running geek and probably are still in your spandex from your last run, or perhaps your fancy  warm ups.  

I'm Ginger and I am a runner.  Please note I didn't say jogger as I don't want any food thrown at your laptop in utter disgust.  You have earned the title RUNNER.  I don't care if you're elite, or the last to finish a race.  Did you get out the door and intentionally move your body forward?  There you go!

My head is swirling with so many ideas for my FIRST blog post as a race director!  Should I tell you about myself? My vision for Run Amok Racing, Inc.?  Give you some motivational story?  As my running friends say, what happens on the run stays on the run. So grab your shoes and let's go!

I want to talk about poop.  

Yep, I wrote POOP.

We all do it. And on race morning, we really, really want to be regular and NOT do it during the race.  

But **it happens.  Sigh.  

My very first race at Bangor, Washington was a 10k.  I had the unexpected experience of explosive diarrhea just before the start!  There were two bathroom stalls and no hiding who just blew the toilet up.  I was so embarrassed and alarmed at what my body has only done in the past when I had a stomach virus.

Anyway...fast forward to now. For whatever reason, before the start of EVERY race, no matter how small, I will at some point be in excruciating pain waiting in line.  I've come to accept this about myself.  

How do we deal with this inconvenience? I mean, we can't just NOT POOP!  

I personally think the best thing to do to "practice" a race morning scenario is to sign up for races that aren't goal races.  Or...get a friend or two to go on a morning run the same time your race will start and start figuring out how your body reacts.  We all have patterns. It's up to you to figure it out.

Here's to porta potties and no lines!  Oh!  And baby wipes!

Keeping it real,


September 3, 2018