Halls in the Park!

I went out, somewhat reluctantly, for a run last night. Was supposed to go with Jen and/or Kraig but they both bailed and my leg was kinda hurting... so I dragged myself into the park, turned on some Neko and tried to keep moving.... switched to JT but even that didn't help.... was feeling pretty poopy when, all of a sudden, who comes running along the bridal path?!? Ryan and Sara Hall!! (Ryan won the men's marathon olympic trials in said park last year and I got to see him doing it - one of the most extraordinary, inspiring, goose-bump moments ever.) They were going at a pretty good clip and they looked so fresh and happy! Totally pulled me out of my slump. Had to tell somebody. Facebook peeps wouldn't really get it, but thought you guys would. You know you're a runner when your celebrity sightings are the people in Runner's World. :)

Got to get you into my life.

The following is a very real, in-depth and sometimes disturbing view into the mind of Karley while running 20 miles. Read with caution, as your opinion of her might change.

Pre-Run Bus Ride: Dread. Complete and utter dread. Hey genius, way to wait until the hottest possible time of day to run 20 miles. Hey beauty queen, what is going on with your hair? People are staring. Act cool. Be cool.

Pre-Run Walk/Warm-up: Ok, already hot as a pancake. I'm going to run twenty miles, I have no choice. Do I have a choice? Feels like I should have a choice but that I definitely do not have one. Inquire about choice later. Start up iPod and Nike+, put obnoxiously hot pink hat on head. Good, all my girls are here. Let's do this.

Mile 2: Feeling good. Feeling positive. This world is my bitch. See all you walking happy people, I am running and I like it. Here! I'll flash you a smile. Woah, slow down speed racer, these people having a joyous Sunday stroll along the water, they don't want to see a show.

Mile 4: Gosh, The Sun you are a prick.

Mile 4.25: Long-legged, beautiful, SPRINTING Nike billboard just passed me. Be cool. Why must rich beautiful people run marathons? Rich people make everything look easier. I wouldn't be as hot and sweaty right now if I were rich. Yeah, there is toothpaste dribble on my shirt.

Mile 6: What would happen if I ran full-speed into that pole?

Mile 8: Should have ran full-speed into that pole.

Mile 10: Woopdeefreakingdoo. Halfway. No, your eyes deceive you, in fact I am not the first competitive-running hobo.

Mile 12: You're more than 1/4 of the way done gurl! Feeling as high as a kite. That smoked meat smell ought to last me right through to the end, and I have to say I don't mind if it does.

Mile 15: Ok. The only way I'm running any further is for the explicit goal of finding gun to shoot myself in the foot with.

Mile 17: What high-carb to protein ratio candy was I snacking on when I decided it would be a good idea to put Sting on my running mix?

Mile 17.5: Dearest Giants Dugout Apparel Store Employee, you've smoked 5 cigarettes during the two hours I've known you. Let's run away together and be smokers, full-time. Scratch that, let's WALK away together.

Mile: 19.43: Jay-Z and Alicia Keys you are the heroes of my life. You make me want to be a better person and learn about life and stuff. You make me want to run exactly 0.57 miles and like it.

Mile 20: Hands in the air. Waving around like I just don't care. Because I don't.

Karley would like to thank the extremely helpful gentleman who convinced her - not to board that cruise ship, because it was full of old people. She would also like to thank the burrito she ate Friday night for it's seriously "super" inspiration.

5K's?!!?!

I submit for your consideration: King Kraig. This man can devour an entire pot of mole poblano in less than an hour. He also, apparently, can run 12 miles in well under 2 hours, without a single gu. !!!! If only this fitness epiphany happened six months ago! Although, it seems he may have finished well ahead of the other 4K's. Amazeballs. Go bro!!

Happy Birthday Charlie Brown!!!

Yes, I know. Your birthday was Monday. And we suck as sisters who blog. But look! How SVELTE!! Running does a body good! :) You're my disciplined hero - running programs, blogging birthdays... Have faith in yourself and all your progress, you are going to kick some Chicago Marathon A*#!!!! Love you!

fuel belt

Skooter, Sandi and I went for a 12 mile run on Saturday! YAY!!! It wasn't bad at all the 12 miles that is! Without our water boy (aka Jordan), we all realized we were mucho parcho! At about mile 10, and the 5 miles before mile 10 I ran and thought about water and gatorade and water. Poor Skooter and Sandi were looking in every ditch just thinking there would be a stream to drink out of. Who would of thought that here in VT we would be semi dry after the beginning of summer was so WET! I realized at mile 10 after seeing a 1/2 drank Gatorade bottle on the side of the roading which was actually tempting to drink.....that I needed one of those dorky fuel belts. Not just for me but for my poor doggies! Soooo with that in mind I plan to purchase one of those dorky fuel belts for our 15 mile run this Saturday so we all don't die of dehydration!

Good Things Come to Those Who Run.

I was in a running slump when I returned from vacation. Stomach aches, zero motivation, feeling like death, etc. The roller coaster that is running had lost it's thrill. Was it over training? Absence of my coach (where the HELL were you KT?!)? Eating and drinking like a sloth on vacation (and, er, continuing to drink like a sloth when I returned)?

Well who knows, I've never been one to relish in solving problems. Instead, I put Katy on the case. Turns out peanut butter on toast is the solution to everything that is wrong in my life. Seriously, it cleared up all outstanding issues I was about to consider taking up with God. (Too much?)

My slump only lasted one week and now Kar'z got her groove back! Then I ventured out on Sunday to complete a long run and almost got hit by a tour bus. Dave Matthew's tour bus. I was on mile 13ish, completely in a zone and rhythm when a black and sleek (not woolly) mammoth came approximately 14 inches from hitting me! I was pointing and waving my finger like a crazy person when I realized the passenger was Dave Matthews. So, yeah, then I met him.

I really don't understand why this had to happen in 2009. I'm over it. I'm over the jamming and feet stomping and two-stepping. I'm mad at the universe. There was a good 4 to 5 year span of time when this should have happened to me. After we chatted a bit I continued on my run, wondering where he was headed next, which city he would enter to continue to please the masses. Nah, actually I was thinking how happy I was I to almost be done with my run. It was blissful.

wedding over...CRUNCH time!

So who would of thought that planning a wedding, buying a horse, and training for a marathon would have been so time consuming??? Haha obviously not me! I decided it would be fun to be that crazy busy! Well wedding is over, horse is in training, and now its CRUNCH TIME FOR ME!!!! I am seriously debating flying out Kingston and having him help me run the marathon. I have a lot of catching up to do and it worries me! You girls need to seriously consider taking off w/o me, I am totally fine with that! Jordan, Skooter, Sandi and I ran 9 miles today! WOOOT WOOTT making progress somewhere! I guess getting married is pretty time consuming afterall! :)