My modeling debut

A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to participate in a charity fashion show.  For my local running store.  As a model.  As a pre-teen in the hey-day of supermodels and before shows like America’s Next Top Model, I did think that the models were cool.  As an adult who appreciates real, healthy people, I think models are less cool.  However, I LOVE running clothes so this was the perfect chance for my 13 year old self and my 31 year old self to both have a great time.

Runwell is my local running store.  They have a lot of great products that tempt me on a regular basis to blow my paycheck.  My favorite part though, is the workouts that they offer.  Each week there is a minimum of three group workouts offered: a long run, a track workout and a mid-week mid-distance run.  Though I don’t make it to as many of the group workouts as I would like to, it is always nice to have the option and the support in a tough workout.

The show took place (and profits benefited) this great local theatre.  It has a really cool, old time atmosphere, originally an opera house in 1909.  Eventually it closed and fell into disrepair. A few years ago, a group of local people set out to renovate and re-open the old theatre.  Now it hosts all sorts of events from concerts to classic movies.  wildey

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For the fashion show, Runwell was first.  We started at the back of the dark theater, running down the aisles with our headlamps on, showing off the reflective properties of all of the new fall gear.  Then each person had a turn on the stage to show off the features of his or her outfit.  To be completely honest, it was one of the most nerve-wracking things I have ever done.  I feel like I’ve done quite a few things that would make a person nervous, both in a group and solo, but walking out on that stage definitely made me nervous!

For the show I was in gear from Craft.  My shirt was a super comfy base layer.  I definitely want one of these to wear under long sleeves in the winter.  Then my long sleeve was so warm!  For an early September night, it was a bit too warm, but for a winter run it would definitely be perfect.  The material was nice and soft too.  The tights I wore were fun too, I loved that they weren’t just plain black like most tights.

As a runner, one of the most important pieces of gear is definitely the shoes!  The shoes I was in that night were Hokas.  This is a newer brand of shoe that I haven’t personally run in before or seen before 2014.  They are a very cushy shoe.  In February, during a trip to Breckenridge, CO, I stopped into the local running store and they couldn’t say enough positive about Hokas.  A lot of their customers were ultra-marathon runners and absolutely loved the cushy feel of the Hokas.

I’m pretty sure I was the most awkward model out there that night, but I had a great time and got to  meet some new running friends too.  Here are a few of the pictures of the whole group.

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And to cap off the experience, some of Runwell’s vendors donated items to the models.  My name was drawn for a pair of Newtons.  I went into the store, tried on a few different models and ended up choosing these.  I’m really liking them so far!

Overall, it was a great experience.  You never know what kind of connections you’ll make through running and exercising!


My mom mentioned lasagna and this happened

Once upon a time on a hot August weekend, I had the house to myself and no commitments for two whole days.  Spoiler alert, that actually happened!

This past weekend my kids were at their dad’s and my husband was out of town for a few days visiting a friend.  There were also no kid activities, no urgent school tasks I needed to get done, etc.  Translation, I had time to train, hang out with the dogs and read a book!

On Saturday morning I went to a group run at my local running store.  The store is about 20 minutes from my house, so some weeks I decide just to run from home.  However, as my long runs get longer, I need fellow sufferers, ha!  The group at the running store always has some familiar faces and some new ones, but it seems there is always someone to run with and talk to through the miles.  Saturday’s 8 mile run let me hear about Pike’s Peak marathon, trail racing around the areas and learn all about working on the railroad.  Much better than counting trees on your own for 8 miles, ha!


Later that day I was talking to my mom on the phone, she mentions that she is making lasagna and asks if I’d like to come over for lasagna.  My mom cooks a plethora of dishes that I love, but lasagna is my absolute favorite mom dish.  As I’m on the phone with her, my internal battle begins: I should really still get in a long bike ride vs. oh, lasagna sounds so good right now……You know how they say certain breeds of dogs are very food motivated for training purposes?  Well, so am I.

Thankfully our county has an amazing bike trail system and both my parents’ house and mine are very near said bike trails.  I look up the website of the trails and learn that my house to theirs on the bike trail is about 19.7 miles.  So I commit to dinner as my mid-point re-fueling and begin to get ready for the ride.

As I rode to their house, I battled wind but really just enjoyed the scenery and the ability and freedom to be able to put together such a funny reason to ride a bike.  My house is in a smaller, rural community and the trail there isn’t used quite as frequently.  It took 12 miles before I saw anyone else on the bike trail.  It was pretty wonderful.


Once I arrived at my parents’ house I looked at my phone and had a text from my husband wondering what I was up to.  I sent him this picture with the following explanation:   I call this picture Things I’ll Do For Lasagna.


Took some time to visit with my parents, brother and sister-in-law and their kids.  I ate far too much food: spinach artichoke dip, lasagna, rolls…..all go very well with being folded over in aero position on a bike.


Finally it was time for me to head out so I could make it back home before dark, though I really would have liked another piece of lasagna at that point!

The ride home went well, the first few miles my stomach was rather bloated from the massive amounts of food and sitting in proper position did not feel comfortable, but it was still worth it.

And I couldn’t help myself, about a 1/2 mile from my house I felt I had to stop to take this picture of sunset.


Another training day in the books, 5 weeks til 70.3!