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Stop Pre (For just a little bit)

In another life, I have a full time job.  And board exams.  And, also, friends.  I love this little space on the internet, but I’d actually like to do a bit more with it.  Revamp.  So there will be less going on here until I figure out what “more” will look like.  And whether I can cram in “more” (always the question).  In the meantime, I’ll continue to post when the mood strikes…

The above is my Costa Rica Mashup (=

Recently, I was very lucky (and heart-fully grateful) to go backpacking in Costa Rica with my mother (of all people!).  She agreed to explore with me. 

We had a really, really, really good time.  It was full of lows, which were never really lows (cold weather, nonstop rain,initial lack of monkeys), and highs that become ever more apparent in retrospect (good to meet ya, friends from around the world!). And, of course, the bizarrely heartfelt (watching your mother anxiety-cry mid zipline … we hugged it out).  

Per usual, was loving my leggings from TASC Performance for rough treks (the same pair that endured through Machu Picchu).  And, my seamly.co leggings arrived just in time for the comfiest plane ride ever.  Plus, like most of us, I love to sport a quality quasi-jegging in public.  [leggings pictured above]

-JMC

Subaru Half Marathon 2013 

About that Thanksgiving Half Marathon (loooong overdue post)…

(just in time for Christmas)

Well, I finished in 1:36:59, as the chip says.  And the BIG goal was sub 1:35:00.  My time is laid out like this:

Jade ***, 26*, Jacksonville, FL           45:22     1:36:56    1:37:10    7:25

Which is a PR, albeit, a strange one.  I did not feel strong during this race; I felt ill, grumpy, cold, and out of sorts.  I wanted to drop out - or detour straight to the Thanksgiving table.  But, as races go, you cannot stop because you have an audience, and, therefore, obligatory drive.  

I moped across the finish line expecting to be embarrassed.  When I saw 1:36, I no longer felt ill.  I was angry.  I underestimated myself and capitulated early.  So that’s that.  More better next time.  Much more better next time.