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I’ve been in a running slump. Since December…but if I’m honest with myself it’s been a slump since last summer. Didn’t train for my marathon, really after Peachtree, it was a hot mess.

Well, fortunately, I have friends. AND I have a new friend who can’t run right now and is living a little bit vicariously through other people who care for her.

I promised her I would run.

Promises matter.

I’ve always tried to remember that there are those of us who love to run, but we can’t always do it.

So I should, when I can. Which, so far, is all the time.

I’m a lazy ass.



I was looking for a place to wear it. Gorgeous new bikini. Part of my plan to love my body more and give fewer fucks about other people.

So, I ran (I ran so far awaaayyy). Then I came to the pool. I showered and put on my new Sorella bikini. Slipped on my cork heeled sandals…and found a place to put my lounge chair, book and cooler.

So I’m here…spotting the other beautiful fat women and men. Considering the courage it takes all of us just to share in this little spec of summer fun.

And I’m feelin’ good. (Cue Nina.)

Adult swim comes and I set down my autobiography, tuck my beverage under my beach chair…and I stroll.

I don’t walk quickly or run. I’m not ducking.

My head is held high.

I’m prepared to tell any fat-shaming ass to go fuck himorherself, but I’m really not expecting it.

I’m making the assumption that I’m beautiful.  I’m sexy and everyone else here thinks so, too.

Or they aren’t paying attention…and that’s just fine.

Today is a win in my journey to body love.

Don’t like it, well, that’s probably real sad for you.

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May 29, 2014 at 3:04 pm

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Allstate 13.1

Well, I signed up for it to get my ass in gear.

Because my summer has sucked for training. I hated the heat. My family life was completely chaotic. I’ve struggled to get back on track.

I was already committed to a 5k my sister was a part of organizing. I had a great time, so decided to go with my love for racing and sign up for a 10k (which was weird and awful to run, but I placed!) and this half-marathon.

I hurt. I puked. I even used the port-a-John on course which I never do. However I did PR, which is a testament to the training I did through Fitz at before I got in a rut. I also have quit drinking completely so I’m a few pounds down, which is a great help.

It was a good race, beautiful weather, great volunteers and law enforcement (some cray-cray behind the wheel. A reminder to be patient on race day, people.)

I just wasn’t where I wanted to be. I will do what @tai_Fung says and bask in my 8:00 PR…and then get my ass in gear for Savannah.

Rock ‘n’ Roll, ‘r bust!

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October 6, 2013 at 12:59 pm

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Dear Boston, I Love You

Dear Boston,

I love you SO much.

I ran for you today. With a heavy heart and a clear mind. I ran negative splits for you today, but the first mile was really hard. I wanted to cry…but sweat.

I wanted nothing more in the whole world than to go to Berkelee. My mom took me to see you when I was 17. We ate so much lobster and clam chowder I thought I had gone to seafood heaven.

I thought it was cool that there was a whole other city that empathized with our traffic woes. You know, because ATLANTA.

I bought my senior prom dress from you. It was the most expensive piece of clothing I’d ever owned. I wore it again and again…to the opera, to perform, to parties. Every time I did, I remembered that trip. It was one of the best times I ever had, though short it may have been.

There’s a vibrancy to Boston. The people are nice, there everything to do…and the music.

I didn’t run then, but I do now. Maybe one day I’ll BQ and see you again when joy has been restored. Maybe I’ll see you again, My Friend.

With Love, Blue and Yellow,


Written by thelittlepecan

April 16, 2013 at 11:59 am



I run slow.

I run fat.

I run awkwardly.

But, I know, so long as I wake up, lace up and walk out, I am a runner.

I put one foot in front of the other.

I am not on the couch.

I am miles.

I am worn tread.

I am a spirit broken and kneaded as sweatdrencheddoughnotpoundingthepavement, but beat up by it.

I am every runner I see; every 5k, 10k, 13.1, 26.2, runnergirl car magnet I pass…that is me.

I am high-fiving you on the trail.

I am beer drinking at the finish line.

I am #runchat.

I am heartbroken.

I am Devastation.

Running is one of the best things I decided to do, that I always knew how to do, that made me feel good.

Runners are the most amazing community of people I’ve ever (mostly not) met.

I can BE fat.

They don’t care.

I can BE slow.

I’m not in the couch.

I can barely crack 3 hours in a half.

They think it’s amazing I finished.

I am a runner.


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April 15, 2013 at 6:00 pm

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PR Plan Days 4 and 5 and some other stuff

I need to plan better.  And I think I need to make these warm-ups and cool downs a bigger priority.  I’m not quite sure I’m doing them correctly…and that makes me self-conscious about doing them at all.

On the other hand, yesterday I got out there, in the rain, in the 40 degrees, in the puddles and cranked out four miles and four strides.  I did not warm-up or cool-down because rain (and I run at the park so warming up at home seems kind of pointless since the drive is between 5-20 minutes depending on where I go.)  I felt good!  I’m learning what it feels like to pace at 170-180 strides per minute and that makes you faster without trying much harder.  I was hoping for a negative split, but I ran out of time.

I forgot I had to take the kids to TKD so I had to bail on the last mile.  Again, planning.

Anyway, two more and then it’s easy runs next week before the 16 weeks of the plan actually begin.

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April 5, 2013 at 9:44 am

PR Plan Day 3

Due to wearing a corset during Frolicon for the better part of three days, I got sick Saturday.  Nausea, indigestion and just general ickiness.

Sunday, I felt better but not great.  I still wanted to try for my 9 miles, but gave myself permission to stop if running aggravated my tummy.

I left the house with a less than fully charged phone, forgot my Garmin, forgot my Body Glide and had no moleskin for the blisters that are still healing from training and running the Georgia Half.

I stopped and got petroleum jelly, which I’d been told is a substitute for Body Glide and some mole skin and blister protectors.

Neither of these things turned out well.

I wound up getting in about 6.2 miles before the chaffing became unbearable, plus warm-up and cool-down.

Hopefully, running this week will be better than last week.

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April 1, 2013 at 9:00 am

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PR Plan Day 2 w/ a Side of #rapeculture

Fitz PR Plan Day 2

On this day, I had a new warm up and cool down and an easy 5 miles.

No sweat, right?

Turns out only runs labeled as “tempo” are run at that pace. I grabbed my yoga mat and headed to the park. It was gorgeous outside!

I’m doing the Standard Warm-Up and some dude with his dog decided to holler something about my ass and him doing yoga in my direction.

So, I called the bastard out.

“You heard what I said, right.”

“Yeah, I heard what you said. Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I want to be talked to like that.”

“If you were offended, then I’m sorry,” he huffed.

It takes a lot to offend me. I’m not offended, asshole, I’m trying to teach you some damned manners.


Anyway, I went for a sidewalk run, which I usually don’t do. It’s more difficult for me. I’m spoiled on Gwinnett’s great paved multi-use trails!

I forgot my Garmin and had to use Nike+. This usually means subtract .4 miles. I wound up with maybe 4.4, which was okay, in about an hour. Better pacing then usual.

# I did the Standard Core Cool Down, but felt out of place after Mr. Charming earlier. I am sore today, though, so I guess I’m doing it right.

Two days off for #Frolicon and then a 9 mile long run on Sunday. Woot!

Check ya on the flip side and Gentlemen, don’t forget not to holler anything at women you don’t know that you wouldn’t want hollered at your wife/mother/sister.

Written by thelittlepecan

March 29, 2013 at 2:21 pm