Evergreen Mountain 15k

The week of June 8th I was finally given the “OK, GO!” to start incorporating speed work back into my training at 50-60% percent effort depending on how things felt. Once I was finally cleared to gradually start running again after my ski injury, I was mainly running for distance and doing a bunch of hiking at a decent effort. What does one do when they get cleared for some speed work? Get stoked, and say “YES” when the topic of toeing a line comes up in conversation for that same weekend.. as you do.

At first I didn’t feel like I had much business going out to a race as I felt I still had a looong way to go when it came to fitness/racing while coming back from injury. Then I stopped, and just accepted, “No. Right now racing is running to your best ability that day even though you don’t feel ready. Work with what you have. Be grateful, and accept what your body is allowing you to do.” I mean, really though – that’s what racing is! Whether you are fit or not – you just do what you can, and hope you have a good run!

I’ve actually been telling myself that all spring. By the time race morning rolled around, I was just happy to be pinning a bib on my singlet for the first time this year. If you know me or have been following this blog the last few years (hey there! thanks for sticking around!) I’ve usually run about 6 or 7 races by the time June rolls around. Needless to say, things have just been a little different this year… and you know… that’s okay.

While I do enjoy smaller races, I am well accustomed to larger races and bumping into quite a few familiar faces. At this race I knew one other person out of the 62 people that ran. It was a bizarre, but welcomed experience.

If it means anything to you, the race takes you past the Three Sisters and Brother rock formations, 1,000 ft up Evergreen Mountain, and are then greeted with a sweet downhill section to the finish. The course itself has maybe 1,500 ft of elevation gain and peaks at 8,400 ft. I definitely just ripped that off the website, and actually had no idea what or where I was running. Aka: on high alert for those course markers!

The start was a little unexpected? It happened pretty quick, and caught me off guard. From what I recall we were summoned with “RUNNERS!” and then a gun went off. I jumped. Well this is exciting.


I wasn’t too sure what my legs had in store for the day. The first mile I let them run wild, and had some fun on a downhill start. Within that mile I reminded myself (so did my legs) with an “Alright, alright okay. Just enjoy the run! 50-60%!” Having that mindset was helpful, as there were a few muddy sections on the course that I opted to hike through to avoid compromising my knee, which isn’t 100% stable, with a slip in the mud. I had a few brief gurgly/going to blow up/why-did you-drink-those-beers-last-night gut bomb issues that also brought me to a hike a couple times.

Side note: I’ve done my duty as a trail runner to give IPA’s (I think that’s a thing) a chance, and as delicious as being introduced to them has been (thanks, Mike!) it totally destroys my stomach.

By mile 3 I had been passed by what ended up being the top 3 females, and as much as I wanted to chase after them, I knew that effort wasn’t something my body was ready for. My apologies in advance for the lack of detail. Also read as: should have written this sooner. There was some climbing, maybe a meadow, an unmarked lollipop section at the top of the mountain that was a smidge confusing, and a rad downhill section to the finish with some switchbacks to your typical post race experience of hydration, food, and some pretty awesome folks. It was actually pretty cool not knowing anybody, because it definitely forced me out of a familiar bubble and I got to chat with and meet some new people.

I finished 4th overall, 1st AG with a time of 1:25:31. It was a good experience and I’m happy with my effort for that day. If you’re looking for a race that’s smaller, and put on quite well – I’d recommend this one! Worth noting: the weather was perfect!


Taken post race on a short hike at Mt. Falcon

life lately

Well, hello there friends. I keep promising that I’ll post more often, or delete this thing entirely, and I can’t seem to commit to either of them. I renewed the blog for another year, so please enjoy your quarterly update…


It’s been just over a year and a few weeks since moving back to Denver from Steamboat. I miss having Mt. Werner as my backyard, but have truly enjoyed being back in Denver. Luke moved out in September, and the lease to the last place we shared ended a week ago. I moved out of the burbs and into the DU area to a place that reminds me so much of the flat I called home in Houston before coming out to Colorado. I’m a short run away from Wash Park and Runners Roost. I can walk around the corner for a coffee, and Trader Joe’s is on the drive home. It rules. I truly love it. I missed city living.

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I am happy and so grateful to be welcomed back to the Runners Roost Mountain Ultra Race Team for 2015.


New Balance, Ultimate Direction and Honey Stinger have so graciously shown us some serious love, and are really setting the team up for a great year! While Honey Stinger has some great products, unfortunately I have an intolerance to at least 1 ingredient in all of their products except their protein bars, which I could probably use for recovery after a run.


With that being said, I am extremely excited to be welcomed as a Tailwind Trailblazer and an ambassador for a (LOCAL!) company who’s product saved the end of my summer last year. A 39 minute course PR on a 90 degree day definitely wasn’t just luck and a good day. Thanks, Tailwind!


Oh, and this happened..


I’m continuing to work with Michele Yates, and am extremely happy with how things are going. She’s helping me let go of the junk miles and showing me the true benefit of quality miles. Currently, I’m being patient with an injury that didn’t even develop due to running. ps: Skiing ruins early race season plans. Coach and I are taking it as a blessing in disguise, that hopefully it ensures a strong summer without risking burnout/injury.


So that happened. I turned 29, and it was easily one of the best birthday’s I’ve had. The birthday wishes, calls, texts, cards, miles, dinners, gifts – they were all amazing. You guys sure know how to make a gal feel loved!


29 miles for 29 years


birthday fun at flyleaf with dani <3


how perfect is this tank my sister sent me? ;)


Damn, things were hard for a while you guys. Even though it’s been tough, I’m so extremely grateful for how everything went/is going. The process of divorce and healing isn’t an easy one, but I am LUCKY. I am more than aware that there are many people who have it much harder than I do. Having amazing family, friends and a few people that I could confide in and relate to helped in more ways than I could ever put into words.

the big d.

Hello, there.

In case you missed it… let me bring you up to speed….


“To our friends and family, Luke and I have had some crazy adventures together – including our biggest one yet, marriage. Unfortunately that particular adventure has come to an end for us. We are both part of this AMAZING community of people, and while we can’t address this with everyone in person (as we would have preferred) this is why we have chosen to share this news here. We don’t want this to be awkward for anyone. We remain close friends and are still supportive of one another – so you’ll more than likely still see us together from time to time. We are lucky to both be at great points in our lives and surrounded by supportive family and friends during this time. We love you guys so much!” 

…are the words I posted to my Facebook account on November 22, 2014. There was some speculation and curiosity regarding the status of our marriage that began a few months before.

If you’re coming here looking for me to spill some dirty details or to bash my marriage that is no more, you’ve come to the wrong place. Divorce isn’t easy, and you experience a million emotions all at once day after day. It’s confusing. It hurts. It’s sad. It’s empowering. It’s freeing. It’s a promise. It’s a promise to respect yourself enough to know when it’s time to move on, and not to stay because that’s the comfortable option. However, throwing around shade and hate won’t get you anywhere in the process.

Luke introduced me to so many things that I was unfamiliar with, and have come to love fully.  Well, I guess I can sum that up a little better. Luke introduced me to the mountains. I was able to discover so many things about myself and have found a passion for things that I didn’t even know existed, because of Luke. There might be a lot I will never understand, and no matter how hard of a process this is or how much it hurts, it’s hard for me to put “hate” or “negativity” into someone that has ultimately provided me with a key to so much happiness.

While I am choosing to cling to that, there’s also obviously a side that isn’t so bright or quite as optimistic. I started struggling with everything mentally this past summer, which was made quite clear by my failures in Leadville. I’m still having those mental battles while attempting to train for a winter road marathon. Expected, right? While I’m thankful to have the ability to run, I’m not entirely confident that I’ll be accomplishing what I originally hoped to do in Arizona in January. No, I’m not sand bagging. I’m just being really honest. Divorce fucks with you. Simple as that.

As much as I wish I could be the person that absorbs themselves into training during a challenging time… I’m not. Some days I kind of just wanted to stare at the wall. I guess this kind of stuff makes you do weird things. Each day is a little different. Each day can be a little better… just add vodka! (jk, mom, jk.)… but I have to make the decision that YES – today is going to be a good day. With that being said, NO. I’m not depressed. I’m learning. I’m learning to just be C, and not CC.

Everyday that passes, I find myself gradually turning towards running more and more. The last 2 weeks I’ve been running and discovering that I don’t want to stop. I’m going through this phase where if I can just feel things a little more, I’m happy with that. If the wind blows a little harder and makes me a little colder, if my legs and lungs burn a little more while running… I like that. I like that a lot. I’m not sure where that’s going to take me, but I’m just going with it.

If something like this were bound to happen in my life it couldn’t be at a better time. I’m so grateful and thankful to have so much incredible support and encouragement from family and friends. Nor could I ask to be surrounded by better people that inspire me daily.

So there’s a little catch up on life lately. I’m no longer sure where I want to go with this blog or if I’ll continue to write here. This blog started while I was opening a new door in my life with someone, and as I’m closing that door and continuing on as the person I’ve become, I feel indifferent as to if this blog should continue with me…

I do have one answer for you though… I’m staying in Colorado. I’m done running away from things in my life. :)

Mt. Werner 50k

I was dying to get back out there sooner than later and waiting another 1.5 months for another crack at SOMETHING  after my second DNF of the summer just seemed too far off to figure things out and “make it right.”

I knew Mt. Werner 50k in Steamboat was taking place two weeks after Silver Rush 50, and I figured it was time to get some things straight. Having run (and gotten completely spanked!) by this race last year I knew it’d be a good option for what I was looking for. Just some freaggin peace of mind that I’m capable of running these distances I train for, but that maybe I need to either A.) take it down a notch with the high altitude races or B.) get higher up earlier in the year.

A few days before Mt. Werner I attended the weekly Runners Roost run club in Denver. Mike Aish was speaking after the run and he said something that REALLY stuck with me…

“If you’re not afraid to fail, & you can get up & get back out there, that’s the best thing you can have as a runner.” 

My chest got tight, my eyes stung a little and that was all I needed to hear.

I ended up coming down with a summer cold and a fever two days before the race. Luckily my fever was gone by Friday and any symptoms I had were from the neck up – which is clear to run in my book! After what was probably my most INSANE work week since being back in Denver, the trek up to Steamboat was made after work on Friday. Rolled into town around 10:30pm and stayed at the Grand which is within walking distance to the start. I laid everything out (which is something I haven’t done in a while) including my breakfast, and timed it so that I was able to get up, scarf down some breakfast and go back to sleep for an hour before getting dressed and walking over to the race start.

The scene at the start line this year was quite a bit different than last year. Well.. for starters.. there was actually a starting line this year. It was also VERY clear this was going to be a much different race this year. The women’s field was STACKED with strong runners this year and I knew right away my 3rd place AG award on a rough day from last year was a complete joke. (No really. It was. The gal who ended up taking 3rd in the open AG this year ran over 2 HOURS faster than I did last year.)

Before the start I was able to catch up with some Runners Roost teammates and some of my favorite trail running gal pals, which is always so great! It takes the edge off, and there is just something about getting to enjoy the same day on the trails with your friends and people you look up to that is just awesome!

Anyways.. so about this 50k…

If you aren’t familiar with Mt. Werner 50k it’s a wonderful race put on by the Steamboat Springs Running Series. It starts at the base at roughly 6,896 ft. Right off the bat you’re greeted with a 9.5 mile climb to the top of Mt. Werner to 10,200 ft. Once there it “rolls” along Mountain View Trail until you hit the turn around at Long Lake. From there you run back along Mountain View and then back down the mountain. According to my data it’s about 6,252 ft of vertical.

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This year they had Tailwind Nutrition on course, which ended up being great for me. The day before I had a much needed crash course in nutrition at higher altitudes from an old friend. He suggested that liquid calories in frequent small amounts would be much more beneficial for me. With that, I decided to ditch what I had been doing in Leadville and just go for something new. I had experimented with Tailwind a little this spring and wasn’t against it, but wasn’t entirely sure I could solely rely on it for 50k. To me it was worth shot, because heaven forbid if I had to throw up one more GU….

So, everyone is lined up and the race starts…

Right off the bat I get passed, but my legs felt great and the gear I had felt justtt right. I sip away on my Tailwind, let the music on my iPod flow and get lost in the beauty of Mt. Werner. The wildflowers were absolutely stunning. My ascent up the mountain was 9 minutes faster than the year before.

Once to Storm Peak, I’m tempted to let the legs loose as I knew the course would start rolling. I chose to hold back. I knew that even though it was tempting to let it rip, I knew I still had a 9 mile descent that I had NO legs left for last year. This year was going to be different. All I wanted was to finish and feel good – I didn’t care what the clock said.


Photo cred: Joel Reichenberger

 One of the many things I love about this course is the out and back along Mountain View. It’s so awesome getting to see the top runners on their way back or any people you happen to know. I was feeling great and getting pretty close to the turnaround on a downhill section. I’m not entirely sure what happened, but the next thing I knew my entire body was flying through the air. When I hit the ground I hit HARD with my left knee taking the brunt of the fall. Easily ranked as one of the top 2 most painful spills I’ve taken. The wind was knocked out of me, but I still managed to let the most atrocious sound escape my mouth. It was a mix between a scream and a muted moan. Whatever it was, was enough to startle the runner just ahead of me. He immediately rushed over to make sure I was okay. I thanked him and reached for his hand so I could stand and he suggested maybe I take a moment to sit and make sure everything was okay. I insisted to immediately stand, hobbled until I could walk and walked for a minute until I could run. I knew that if I sat there it was going to sink in and hurt more.

Once at the turn around I grabbed a piece of fruit and recognized a local Steamboat trail runner, Will. I congratulated him on his recent Hard Rock 100 finish and out of the aide station and on my way back I was. The way back along Mountain View was pretty uneventful. The legs still felt great, but at one point I noticed I was starting to feel a little low and spacey as it was getting hotter. I made a mental note to grab some Coke at the Storm Peak aide station.

At Storm Peak, I grabbed some Coke and started my way down the mountain. I noticed that my legs and everything in general felt INFINITELY better than they did the year before, but holy thundercats was it HOT. The miles ticked right on by and I thanked myself for taking it easy on Mountain View, as my legs felt fantastic on the descent. The only thing that caught me off guard were a few heart palpitations on some short uphill (and typically runnable) sections. I’m not sure what was causing it – heat? altitude? but I opted to power hike instead of run those sections. With about two miles to go it was getting insanely hot. There was a water stop about 2 miles from the finish. I knew I had enough Tailwind to finish the race. I topped off one of my 10 oz bottles of Tailwind and proceeded to dump it on myself. It was much colder than I expected and very much welcomed. I made the descent down the mountain 30 minutes faster than the year before. With a mile to go I knew I FINALLY had a day that I was proud of this summer and happy with. I’m usually a finish line crier – but I couldn’t help but just smile this time. Redemption feels so, so good…


I finished the day with no tears, no puke, minimal blood and quite a bit of sweat. I ran a course PR of 39 minutes, and while I didn’t place this year, I’m so lucky to have the privilege to continually toe the line with such strong and inspiring women…


Cassie Scallon, Cara Marrs, Anna Moseley, some crazy tall girl & Anita Ortiz

Huge shout to my girl, Rachel, on finishing her first ultra marathon! She crushed it!


Those are our “it’s really damn hot and someone should feed us” faces.

I really love this race and hope that next years race schedule allows me to come back!

failure is the only opportunity to begin again…




Here I am. After having a month to process what didn’t happen this summer. Process = hike/run/pace/race whenever and whatever I want. It’s been fun. That probably won’t serve me well for the 100k (I’m laughing at that thought – are you?) that’s a few weeks out, but entirely necessary.

Part of me wants to share my experience, but what’s the point? Listing what went wrong ultimately feels like a bunch of excuses as to why things didn’t go as I’d hoped and makes me feel like I’m not being accountable for my own failure. Not sure when I decided a medical pull was an excuse… but clearly I did something wrong (or should have prepared better) that put me in that situation.

So, let’s recap what I learned this summer while attempting to race in Leadville…



1) No longer living at higher altitudes (Steamboat) means that I HAVE to get higher. I was already spending 3 out of 4 weekends a month in the high country once the snow melted and that wasn’t enough. I know where I need to go from here with that information.

2) At high altitudes my body can’t break down, digest or absorb gels/calories. I was lucky to discover during my “post failure process” that liquid calories are the only thing that works for me at high altitudes. Thank you sweet baby Jesus for Tailwind Nutrition. My nutrition that worked well for me last summer at 10,000+ ft definitely no longer works for me… as I’m sure most of the participants at Silver Rush 50 and a handful from Leadville Trail Marathon could tell you that as well.

3) Take your fucking jacket.

Really… that’s it. It feels so stupid that all of these things seem so simple.

Anyways, moving forward…

pre silver rush 50 thoughts…

Oh man. Well here I am. 5 days out from Silver Rush 50 and surprisingly there aren’t a million thoughts rushing through my brain like there were last year at my first 50 mile attempt at Mt. Hood 50 in Oregon. I was signed up for Silver Rush 50 2 summers ago and wasn’t able to start due to injury that kept me out of running entirely for a couple of months. 3rd time’s the charm?

I find myself kind of wanting to spill my guts a little beforehand. You know, in case I die at attempting to finish this thing. A friend asked me if I was ready for the race this weekend, and that was the first time this summer a light bulb went off in my head and I realized… OH YEA! I guess this is a race, huh?

To be entirely honest about Mt. Hood 50 last summer, I felt like I could not have asked for a more solid training cycle and some pretty great (for me) races going into it. I even have the weekly training recaps like a good little running blogger.  With those things I also went into Mt. Hood 50 with a race mentality. It wasn’t about just finishing… I wanted to finish and I wanted to do WELL. I went out eager and pretty aggressive – which I felt was an effort I  was more than capable of that day. Unfortunately, when I discovered early on at Mt. Hood 50 that I was having a bad day and felt like I had about 10 rugs pulled out from under me – I lost my shit and mentally checked out. “No thanks. I worked too hard to settle for a crappy day and a horrible first 50 mile experience. Not interested.” Say or think what you will, but that’s the story. Sure, you could say mentally I got a little cocky and it came back to slap me in my face. To this day I still have no regrets about dropping. My finish line was just 28 miles that day, and that’s okay. I don’t have anything to prove to anyone and don’t need an ACTUAL finish line anymore to feel good about myself OR let not making it to an actual finish line let me feel bad about myself. No, that last (most likely run-on) sentence isn’t meant to sound pretentious or imply that I call it quits, don’t know “how to embrace the suck.” or is even against those who choose to stick it out when having a horrible, no good, very bad day. It’s just who I am. The sun will rise again, and there will be another race.

Want to know what the best part of that race was? My Uncle Sam standing there at mile 28 to greet me with the words, “You’re f&@#&ing crazy, you know that – right? Let’s go get some grub.”



Well golly, that’s a whole lot of words letting you know how I ultimately feel about what happened a year ago.

Moving on.

So let me just set the scene for you going into Silver Rush this year. It is ENTIRELY different than it was last summer.

I haven’t had the best races this summer.

I haven’t been obsessively updating my blog with training, gear and fuel updates.

My training started strong and fizzled like someone threw a bucket of water over a fire thanks to some personal issues that came up.

Luckily, I had a moment of clarity long enough to finally do something I’ve wanted to do for a long time and hired a coach. I’ve only been working with her for 2 months and I feel like ultimately she salvaged my training and has been getting me back on track. I’m so grateful for her and the guidance she provides. More on that topic later…

What I’m trying to get at… I don’t know what’s going to happen on Sunday AND THAT IS GREAT. I guess I know a few things. I know that I LOVE running in Leadville and I plan on running there for at least 1/2 a day this weekend. I know that keeping my calories, electrolytes and fluids separate works best for me. I know that taking music along as an option if I need it is pretty helpful. I know that I WILL bring a jacket because Colorado weather is crazy. I know that there will be friends, Runners Roost teammates and my dog Oliver at a couple of the aide stations. So really.. what else do I need to know?!

Some people I know create race day mantras for themselves. The one I’ve decided one probably isn’t inspiring to most, but I like it.

“You’re f&#ing crazy, you know that – right?”

I think everyone has to get a little crazy to get these things done.

Can’t wait to see ya, Leadville!





Bolder Boulder 10k

If you have been reading (or still read – hello? anyone out there?) this blog, it’s no secret that the ONLY 10k I run each year is the Bolder Boulder. In all honesty, “racing” the 10k distance SUCKS (in my opinion). There are quite a few reasons I run this race. The main reason being that it exceeds its title as “America’s all-time best 10k”. The crowd support is stellar, it’s the largest and most organized race I’ve ever run, you’ll bump into a jillion other runners that you know and there is vodka, belly dancers, slip&slides, beer and cupcakes on course if that sort of thing interests you. Basically, this race rules. I’m sure I could find a faster course to make my 10k time a bit more impressive, but what’s the fun in that?! Also read as: only running the most badass 10k once a year is enough for me!

After a short warm up, I made my way over to the AB corral where I met up with Rebekah! Let it be known that she was actually supposed to start in the AA corral, but they ran out of AA bibs and they bumped her back to AB.(JUST BRAGGIN ‘BOUT YA GURL!)

Looking back, I ultimately felt there were a few sections of the race where I could have definitely pushed harder. At the finish line I was able to collect myself much quicker than years prior, so I don’t exactly feel like I put in 110%. My splits reflected the course elevation profile, and funny lame(?) enough mile 4 and 6 were the exact same pace as they were last year. I’ve negative split this course before and that’s something I’m hoping to do again next year (if I remember I said that). Anyways, as I catch myself comparing splits and typing this out, it reminds me of what I don’t love about road racing… the overanalyzing.. MOVING ALONG…

44:21 was my official finish time. Giving me a 54 second PR.

Even though I’m not in love with over analyzing splits, I do enjoy being able to look back and measure the progress I’ve made since moving to Colorado…

2011 – 56:21 – 9:05 pace
2012 – 49:09 – 7:55 pace
2013 – 45:15 – 7:16 pace
2014 – 44:21 – 7:08 pace 

After making my way through the finish I met up with some Runners Roost teammates and Rebekah.



 This was the first year that I stuck around to watch the elite race – which was pretty awesome to see!

Do you have a race distance that you only run once a year? 



Sage Burner 25k

I was hoping to do this race last year, but it fell on the same weekend as Bolder Boulder. However, this year they moved the race and I was able to run both! The race is in Gunnison, CO with a starting elevation of 7,700 ft. The course rotates each year and is primarily on single track with the occasional cut across slick rock towards the end. The total elevation gain in the 25k is roughly around 2,300 ft and measured about 16.7 miles by my watch. There was a big ol’ swing in temperature (that’s Colorado for ya!) from the start to the time I finished. I was moving around like I had ants in my pants at the start to keep warm in 32 degrees and when I finished it was about 70 degrees, feeling especially warm since the whole course is exposed and provides no tree cover.

Anyways, going into this race I didn’t particularly have any goals in mind. I just wanted to run as best as I could that day and hope that I did well. This race easily goes down as one of the coolest racing experiences I’ve had so far. A few minutes before the start I realized that Stevie Kremer was also running and I couldn’t help but think how INSANELY AWESOME it was to be at the same start line of such a distinguished and talented trail runner. Cue the stars that filled my eyes!

When the race started I knew it was important to break away as much as possible to avoid getting stuck. The 25k and the 50k have the same start and the single track starts almost immediately up a climb. I felt really good from the start and once to the top of the first climb I found myself behind a single file pack of people. It was like this for a little while and felt a bit “crowded” to me, but I’m also the type that likes to race alone and be surrounded by nobody the majority of the time.

I suppose feeling a little crowded had me a bit nervous (weird, I know) and I found myself tripping over the smallest things and rolling ankles. Eventually, the single file pack of people in front of me broke off for the 50k. Since I wasn’t around anybody I decided to plug in the tunes. I was still feeling some nerves, but managed to get it out of my system by taking a final trip and supermanning it. I laid there for a split second and observed that the mouth piece to my handheld was now covered in sand/dirt. It was then that the Foo Fighters “Best of You” came on, and having chatted briefly during the days leading up to the race about a few things, it immediately made me think of Ash! I tried to imagine her saying something inspirational if she were there and all I could put together was, “Bitch, just RUN!” Hahaha! But seriously.

After that it was pretty much smooth sailing. With the nerves gone I was finally able to zone out, enjoy the trail and take in the new-to-me scenery of Gunnison. I did what I could on the course and took mental notes on the areas that I felt could use the most improving. Apparently tying an effective double knot with my shoelaces is one of those areas. I’m not really sure how my fueling went? Knowing me, it was probably horrific, but since it was only 25k I was probably able to get away with it. One of these days I’ll get back in the habit of recapping races right after they happen so I’ll remember a few more details.


I finished the race with a smile the size of Texas and ran well enough for 3rd female that day taking home my first cash prize. Granted, it was a small race, but never in a million years did I imagine I’d take 3rd in a race where Stevie Kremer took 1st!

There were a few friends at the finish line and I was SO happy to see them. Even though they were telling me I got 3rd I didn’t believe them until awards (surely they miscounted!), but was excited all the same!


Oliver trying to adopt himself out to Kylee

Overall, it was a really fun day and I thought the race was great and well organized. I definitely wouldn’t mind going out for this one again!

cherry creek sneak 5k

It appears as though I’ve fallen off the blogging band wagon, again. Granted I was only writing about monthly goals and race recaps. Life happened. Shit got real & blogging wasn’t really a priority, but I’m back now.

I didn’t want to play “catch up” on the blog, but it seems as though that is how this is going to go. I’ve regretted not recapping a few races in the past so I’m trying not to do that this year. Even when the going gets tough ; )

Fair warning – there’s nothing great about this recap and it’s a smidge negative, but I guess this is how I ultimately feel about it if I still feel the same over a month later!

At the end of April I ran the Cherry Creek Sneak 5k. For me, that race was miserable and I didn’t enjoy a thing about it. Cold, rainy & let’s not forget to mention the head wind that didn’t quit. On top of the weather, I was not in it mentally by any means of the imagination and nothing felt good. Not that 5k’s are supposed to feel good. I felt mentally weak and that pissed me off.

The only part of the race that I seemed to feel okay was during the first 30 seconds and things just kind of unraveled from there. I guess being ticked about my mental weakness kind of worked to my advantage at the end because in the final stretch I head a spectator yell, “GET HER!” as I ran by headed towards the finish. There wasn’t another female within striking distance and I realized I was the one being chased down. I did the “look back” move and didn’t have to turn my head too far to see someone coming up behind me pretty quick. Even though I felt defeated, I was annoyed enough to give someone else something to chase with a surprisingly strong kick that resulted in my strongest finish to date with the last .16 miles coming in at a 5:48 pace.


Far from running a great race, but I still managed to run my second fastest 5k in 21: 46 and placed 1st in my age group.

As a side note: my experience at the Cherry Creek Sneak had NOTHING to do with the race itself. I ran the 10 miler a few years back and it was all glitter, sunshine & unicorns. This event is actually very well done and if you’re looking for a (usually) fast spring race in the 5k, 5 mile or 10 mile distance, this is it!

Bad races happen, but on to the good ones!

race for open space 5k.

In case you missed it… SURPRISE! I ran a 5k this past weekend. I know I only mentioned the 1/2 marathon for the month of April, but I’m kind of having fun saving my speed work for the weekends and running these shorter races.

Anyways, the weather wasn’t very ideal on Sunday morning. It was windy, 30 degrees and raining. Right before the race the rain turned to sleet which was a little more bearable in my opinion. Having little chunks of ice pelt at your eyes is much more tolerable than running soaking wet… ;) :)

The race took place at the Sand Creek Regional Greenway in east Denver. I haven’t done much running in east Denver, and this race (to my surprise!) was quite a treat. The course was mainly on a dirt path (yes!) and pretty scenic with lots of trees/greenery compared to the races I’ve been running lately.

From what I’m assuming was due to weather, about 360 people showed up between the 500+ that were registered for the half marathon, 10k and 5k. The half marathon started at 8 while the 10k and 5k started together at 8:30. I started my warm up around 8:15. Truthfully, I would have preferred a longer warm up but was having a pretty hard time peeling myself out of the warm car to get it done.

I was actually kind of nervous as to how this 5k was going to playout because I had the most miserable 11 mile slog around Bear Creek Lake Park the day before. It was miserable, but I had good company and I’m pretty sure that was the only thing that got me through it. I had absolutely no energy and my legs felt horribly heavy. I’m pretty confident they were still feeling the Platte River 1/2 Marathon combined with what was a very trying and stressful week. The rest of Saturday I did nothing but put my feet up, rest and eat. By Saturday night I was excited at the thought of putting all my energy and stress from the week into the 5k and was looking forward to zoning out and just running.

The race starts and immediately a guy and myself pull away from the pack of other runners and are running alone pretty close to one another. I think to myself, “Damn. This dude looks fit. How are we running close to the same pace?” I look down and glance at my Garmin after about the first .25 and realize that the dude is actually super fit and I’m trying to keep up with his pace which was under a 6 minute mile. HAHAHA. nope. I immediately try to reel it back in which (surprisingly) kind of took me a little while to get it under control. The first mile clicked by and I was more than pleased with my pace and how I was feeling. I was running 2nd overall and 1st female. I felt confident that I could definitely hold the effort I had, but wasn’t convinced I wouldn’t be outkicked in the end. I could see a guy not too far back out of the corner of my eye.

The first mile took us out, down and away from the Bluff Lake Nature Center, so naturally mile 2 brought us back and UP to the Bluff Lake Nature Center. On the way back the uphill killed my pace a little, but I managed to maintain the same effort. Once up the hill the 2nd mile ticks by and I’m able to get my pace back down to where I was during the 1st mile. As we run past the Bluff Lake Nature Center I start thinking the guy behind me might have run the hill a little harder than I was able to and start thinking, “ONE MO’ MILE!” The course then wraps around the lake next to the BLNC and in comparison to the center itself, I’m a little concerned that the course is going to be CRAZY long or I had taken a wrong turn and better be prepared to run a 10k. I told myself to stop thinking, keep running and that I’m sure I’d figure that out. No less than 5 seconds later I round a corner and can see the finish line.

Oh, okay.

Turns out the race doesn’t finish at the Bluff Lake Nature Center like I thought, but just outside of it. I’m convinced the guy that was behind me was breathing down my neck and I was going to get passed with just strides to go, so I turn it up a couple of notches.

I crossed the finish line 2nd overall and 1st female in 20:18!


When I saw my finishing time I was ELATED with how my run went and taking my first official win! Elated, but I knew there had to be some sort of error. According to my garmin (we all know how accurate THOSE can be!) the course was short by .1. If you have been following my blog, you know how I feel about claiming PR’s on courses that seem to come up a little short. Calculating it out to 3.1 gives me a time of 20:55 which I feel is definitely more accurate and I am MORE than happy to claim as my new PR by 59 seconds!

I still can’t believe how well the 5k went, how great my legs felt and what it felt like to run 1st female and finish the same way. WHAT?! A few months ago I had a dream that I won a race (thanks for believing, sub conscious self) but never imagined it would be a 5k.