If you read my previous post you know I learned a lot about the sport of running at the Blueridge Marathon last weekend, but I also learned some important life lessons on those mountains that day.
The Blueridge Marathon in Roanoke, VA is known as “America’s Toughest Road Marathon” because of it’s 7,430 foot elevation change as it winds up and down the mountains surrounding Roanoke.
If you’ve been around this blog very long, you know I hate running hills. But over the last year I’ve been learning to love the hills and learning a lot of life lessons in the process.
After the start, the first 8 miles or so were straight uphill. As we trudged up the mountain I wondered who the heck thought it would be a good idea to put a marathon in the mountains. I also wondered what had possessed my husband to register us for this race. Continue reading
Butterflies lived in my belly most of last week. I was more nervous about our upcoming race than any other race I’d ever run. The Knoxville Marathon three weeks earlier had gotten the best of both my husband and me. We finished, but it was ugly. Read about it
The marathon I ran last weekend in Knoxville, TN was a pretty rough race. Here’s the full
It’s been nearly a week since race day. I was too tired the first couple of days to even think about sitting down and writing about it. And since then I’ve used every excuse in the book to avoid writing about it because, quite honestly, it stunk. I really don’t even want to think about that race again….ever. It was THAT bad. But life isn’t all about the ups, and sometimes it’s the downs that help us 

