In Which Jenn Runs In OBX

Hello from OBX! (That’s the Outer Banks to you purists.) Yesterday morning I completed my first long run outside of Puerto Rico in literal months and my God, did you know that in North Carolina it gets almost CHILLY at NIGHT? And that there’s a BREEZE and the HUMIDITY isn’t 8,000 PERCENT??? What a delight! I like to think all my hot weather training is going to convert into faster times in cooler climes, but it’s nice to turn down the heat a bit now and again. The only downside to pointing due north is that the sunrise is...

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In Which Jenn Is Neither Seen Nor Heard

And now I make my annual pilgrimage to the Outer Banks. None of you losers are invited (especially Florence). Nah, just kidding. You’re all invited! (Except Florence.) IF YOU CAN FIND ME. AHAHAHAHAHA!!!   Right, so anyway, in accordance with my vacation I’m taking a week off from the blog. As always, if you’re terribly bored, I highly recommend visiting the trip report and race recap pages for my arguably too-detailed descriptions of everything I’ve ever done. In the meantime, I’ll be doing a 1,000-piece Walt Disney World puzzle I bought off eBay and listening to the waves. Meet you back here in...

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Strong Bad race

The Fairest Week In Review: 9/28

Given that I was on vacation last week, I have a behemoth of a two-week workout log ahead of me. And so do you. Let’s get to it! Sunday, Sept 10 | ran 12.98 miles outside in 2:07 (Parks Half Marathon) and an additional 4.12 miles outside in 48 minutes Monday, Sept 11 | rest I planned to go for a walk but work was busy and then I had an eye doctor appointment and I ran 17 miles the day before so whatever. Tuesday, Sept 12 | walked 2.05 miles outside in 35 minutes???; 70 minute ballet class...

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In Which Jenn Invites You To Plumb Her Archives

(That’s what she said) Heeeey! You’ll never guess where I am right now… Because it’s not WDW, and you’d totally guess that. Nope, I’m back at the beach for our annual Outer Banks sojourn. I’ll be back next week with tales of sun, sand, and … sruns? I’m gonna run. I’M GONNA. You’ll never beat me, vacation!!! Anyway. If you came here because you’re bored and now you’re saddened by the lack of entertainment, never fear! New options are available to you. Particularly sharp-eyed readers may have noticed I added two new pages to the FRoA menu some weeks...

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Boardwalk Candy Kitchen

In Which Jenn Is In Love With Boardwalk Runs

If your regularly running trail is riddled with changes in altitude and terrain, perhaps your mind, too, wanders back to happy memories of runDisney races. Specifically: the flatness of Florida. How easy it is to run in Florida! So level! So devoid of hills! How glorious it would be to clock all your training there, perhaps lacking in challenges but blissfully free, with a far-reaching horizon. That’s where my head’s at right now – I’m logging all my training outside where the hills are, since I’m between gyms and without a treadmill. It’s good for me, I know. It makes...

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American Adventure

The Fairest Week In Review: 7/18

Hellllo again! I am back from the beach. I ran. I read. I didn’t get bitten by bedbugs, although Pat thinks maybe he was? We’re still parsing that out. It was a good time, anyway. Hang on for a two-week workout recap! Sunday, July 2 | ran 7.29 miles outside in 1:20 Monday, July 3 | walked 2.13 miles outside in 35 minutes; 50 minute Horton jazz dance class Good God, guys, I had NO IDEA that jazz used such completely different muscles from ballet. The backs of my upper thighs in particular were screaming for days. Tuesday, July...

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In Which FRoA is Four & Jenn Isn’t Even There To Celebrate

Hey! Wanna hear something neat? As of Saturday, this blog is four years old! Dang. Wanna hear something else neat? I’m at the beach this week! So rather than a full blog post, I invite you to sit in silence for a minute or two and ponder what Fairest Run of All means to you, on this, its birthday. Here’s one approach. Nah, kidding. I’m just here to say I’m not here. Swing by next week for more exciting content and all the latest on what it’s like running on the boardwalk. (Spoiler alert: nice.) Don’t forget, you can follow...

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The Fairest Week In Review: 9/13

BLAST. I had a whole post set up to go out last week explaining that I was in the Outer Banks this week but don’t worry, I was DEFINITELY going to run and I’d see you all next week etc. etc. But I forgot that in addition to scheduling a post, you have to hit publish, even though you’re not publishing right exactly then, the point of this whole paragraph being: you were supposed to get an explanatory post last week but you didn’t because I’m an idiot. Anyway, here’s a picture of the Outer Banks. Nice, right? You...

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Ocean City beach

In Which Jenn Runs On The Boardwalk… FOREVER???

Now that we have my itchy, welt-y, icky rant out of the way, we can talk about the nice things that happened on vacation. And there were lots! Hanging out on the beach and jumping over waves Eating “Sweetest Fish” Italian ice because it’s finally out of litigation Playing with Pat’s niece Going to the Kite Loft toy store and admiring a stuffed penguin that Pat later surprised me with after the trip because he is vying for Best Boyfriend Ever 2016; please vote for him Not being at work And finally… going for all three of my planned runs!...

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Sad Marie

The Fairest Week In Review: Special Vacation Plague Edition

Warning: If you read this, there are a lot of shouty capital letters in your future. Oh man, guys. Hello. I’m back. From the beach, that is, and it was really good, because I was on vacation at the beach and that’s always awesome. It was also really bad, because… Well, let’s start at the beginning. Important plot point: I am allergic to animal dander. I also have two cats because SCREW YOU, ALLERGIES, I LOVE ANIMALS WITH A LOVE THAT YOU CANNOT BREAK, NOT WITH A THOUSAND SWORDS. Yes, thank you, Buttercup; I can take it from here....

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