Sunday, February 15, 2026
the ritual
Wednesday, February 11, 2026
winter olympics
I had a crazy nightmare last night. I was at a base camp in the mountains. Staying at a bougie ski chalet. Having the time of our lives. Hot cocoa. Jacuzzi. Lush. Selfies. Fur coats. Glam. Good conversations with exciting strangers who also love active living and travel.
Then it dawns upon me. Why I am there. I remember that I registered for a 100 mile ultramarathon. In the cold. In the mountains. I have to stay in athlete housing. Bunks. I am the only female signed up for this race. There are only 12 people doing the race.
I take all my luggage and put it on a bunk bed. I try to sleep. I wake up and go to the bathroom. Someone had moved all my stuff to a different bed. I had to find it in the dark. The night before the race.
I got up to pee again and someone moved my stuff again and this time, like musical chairs, there were no more empty beds because more people had arrived in the middle of the night. So I just went down to the lobby.
That's when I realized all the gear I packed was for California weather, not cold gear. I didn’t even have gloves. I had a light jacket, not even a windbreaker. I started to really panic. I started beating myself up for being unprepared. I started thinking there was a very real possibility I would die out there on the mountain.
When the other participants woke up, one guy offered me his snow pants and I got a parka and some gloves from somewhere. I thought I could still do the race. I might not finish, but I wouldn't die trying. Then I find out they make you strip down naked and have all your gear checked to make sure you aren't cheating.
Mind you, I'm the only woman. So there I am, a crazy Nebraskan-Californian with back rolls and saggy boobs and a fat ass... dancing in front of the judges and other participants and spectators. I wasn't embarrassed about my body, I was embarrassed that I was so unprepared. And I didn’t want it to reflect badly on me, women, mothers, Californians, Nebraskans, Americans. It was humiliating.
Besides being stripped naked, our gear was inspected. The snow pants that someone had "kindly" loaned me contained illegal, performance-enhancing valves, which the officials cut out. So my outfit ended up with holes in it, and almost ended up getting me disqualified.
So then I was left at the decision point. Run the race with all the holy gear, or quit before I start. Then I woke up.
I think it was about the Winter Olympics. And exploitation of women. And misogyny. And working in a male-dominated field. And feeling stressed about my training cycle. And the upcoming marathon. And generalized travel stress, like for a destination race. Like worrying about having forgotten something essential. And wondering what my next big challenge will be.
Tuesday, January 20, 2026
Rose Bowl Half Race Report
The event itself: Where? How long? When? Weather?
Course description and evaluation of event logistics
This course is nostalgic for me because I biked these routes 2 or 3 times per week for a few years. I know the hills and I know the effort needed to climb them. The city is so cute and there's a lot to see.How did you train for the event
I have been following the LA Road Runners Level 3 plan for the 2026 LA Marathon. The Rose Bowl Half is a stepping stone. We have had six long runs in Nov, Dec, and Jan to prepare for this race. We followed a 2-week taper to run strong today.Gear and Nutrition
I wore my hydration vest and took lots of goodies with me. I drank almost all my water. I set a timer on my watch to take either an electrolyte tablet or carbs every 15 minutes. Precision Fuel & Hydration was the nutrition partner. I picked up two PF 30 gels and took them. I also ate one frozen waffle with peanut butter, one package of four belvita cookies, two Gu, and one sleeve of six Clif blocks. I did drink some electrolit but maybe only twice. At each water stop, I dumped the water on my head.Specific experiences
After each mile I thought, "that was my favorite mile." I actually enjoyed the whole race and ran consistently throughout. My only goal was to finish my race before the kids race. My son ran with the five year olds. I had enough time to get lined up along the rail, and film him. He was pretty jazzed. After collecting all of the goodies for finishers, I had brought my gear check bag to collect everything, we had a "picnic" on the grass of the field. It was honestly everything I dreamed of when I registered us for these races.Finish and associated emotion
The pace leader of my training group was there at the finish line to give me a fist bump and a hug and take my picture. It was so special to have someone there waiting and recognize me and congratulate me. Someone called me out by name on the course, but my bib didn't have my name on it, and I think I know who it was. But honestly, I was just tickled pink that somebody gave me a shout out.Overall evaluation of the event
Since I didn't have a kid running in the kids race last year, I couldn't speak to the logistics of that race in last year's race report. My husband got a bib that said "parent" so that he could join us in the stadium, on the grass, without having to run at all. My husband and son also watched the 5k finishers from the stadium bleachers and collected dropped pins from the finsh line festival. They both agreed it was fun and a good way to spend the day together as a family. So that made me feel good that we all got to participate.Monday, January 12, 2026
Citrus Heritage Run 2026 race report
Saturday, December 27, 2025
Festivus
I'm actually kind of sick of all the social media posts about women doing all of the heavy lifting during the holidays. At some point, if you don't want to be the one doing all the heavy lifting, you have to put the burden down and do nothing. And wait for somebody else to pick it up, or make peace with the fact that not only do you not have to be the person to carry it, but actually, maybe it doesn't even need to be carried. Like, yes, if you don't do it, it won't get done. But also, maybe you can live without it.
I'm saying this as someone who has been carrying a very heavy burden for the entire past few months. So heavy, in fact, that when I finally put it down, I'm almost catatonic. I'm having like a two-day migraine headache, and I feel like I physically cannot go on. My body is breaking down like my ribcage. And my neck.
I was listening to the Rise and Run podcast, and they mentioned the Airing of Grievances as a part of the Festivus holiday. I think it might be healthy. To prevent carrying these grievances into the new year. Our son, Albert, was upset that we didn’t do stockings on Christmas morning. I just couldn't swing it. I had stocking stuffers, but we never hung the stockings, so I mistakenly assumed Albert wouldn't expect one.
My husband seemed to really get it. He realized he hadn't bought or wrapped any of the gifts under the tree. And he offered to do something to make a stocking for maybe New Year's Day. But to my knowledge, nothing has been done about it. And there will not be time. But he asked me not to do it because he feels bad about not doing anything else. I don't know.
We spent Christmas Eve baking. Sugar cookies, candy canes, fudge, peanut butter balls, and gingerbread. Mike delivered the plates to the neighbors. It was a good project for a rainy day when we couldn't do much else.
I don't know what more to do. Now I'm trying to decide whether to take Albert to the winter academy. It's a normal school day the week before they go back to school. Shouldn't I be jazzed to spend every possible moment with my kid? But it is tempting to go for it, since this break has been full of screen time, meltdowns, and sugar.


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