In Which Jenn Does NOT Bless The Sands Down In Africa

A view of the mountains from my balcony. They’re there, okay? Just trust me.
Today I did not run because of the weather. Was it stormy? No. Aggressively windy? No. Hail? Hurricane? Flood? Extreme heat? All logical for Puerto Rico, but no.
It was sand. In the air. FROM THE SAHARA DESERT.
Look, The Washington Post even published an article on it yesterday. They’re saying it’s a record amount.
A record amount of sand, yes, but not an unusual phenomenon: we get Saharan sand over here every year in the summer in the form of the Saharan Air Layer. NOAA can explain it to you in more detail, but basically the SAL kicks up over the desert and then crosses the freakin’ Atlantic to hang out in the atmosphere over here. 
As I understand it, this phenomenon is useful in mitigating the intensity of potential hurricanes, so that’s good. But it’s not fabulous for air quality. When the SAL shows up, especially in the levels we’re currently seeing, it’s recommended you stay inside and not breathe too much of the sand air. Particularly if you have asthma or anything else that causes difficulty in breathing.
I myself have some exciting allergies to dust, and while I had planned to go for a run this morning Pat was VERY dubious about the wisdom of this choice; he asked me like eighteen times if I was sure I wanted to go for a run. So I did my arms/shoulders workout instead. BUT I DIDN’T LIKE IT. (Not that I ever really do, but that’s not the point.)
Pat assures me the levels are supposed to go down tomorrow, so I intend to knock those missed miles out then. Hear that, Sahara Desert? You ain’t ever gonna keep me down! (Ain’t never? I can’t remember how good Chumbawamba is about grammar.)
What’s the weirdest weather you couldn’t run in? Or heck, the weirdest weather you could?

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In Which Jenn Swims The Parks Half Marathon

“It’s a biathlon,” said man behind me to his running companion around mile 4. “We’re swimming AND running!”


Not that any of us could be surprised – the forecast had called for rain on the day of the Parks Half Marathon for at least a week. It had rained the night before. When I woke up that morning, there was a steady stream raindrops coming down – but luckily nothing torrential.

So I slapped on a ballcap and a jacket, shoved my phone in a plastic sandwich bag, and headed out into the wet.

Pat’s boss was also running the race and was kind enough to give me a ride; he’s been running Parks for literal decades and assured me that he had run it in the rain in the past and it was fine. Potentially flooded in parts, but fine. The whole course was paved so I’d only get muddy if I went off-roading.

Not that I was too worried; it could hardly be worse than the Twilighter 8K, not to mention the Wine & Dine Half 2014, or that one time I got destroyed by car backsplash. I was a little apprehensive about the PR I was hoping for, but I figured the main thing was not to slip and break a leg.

Weather notwithstanding, we took off a few minutes after the 6:45am start time in the usual starting line crush. I lined myself up behind the 2:05 pacer guy, who would’ve been harder to keep track of in the crowd except that he had a booming voice and fancied himself something of a standup comedian. After some of the usual you-can-do-it pep talk, he launched into some jokes. Sadly, I lost him at the first water stop (I like to walk them), but I kept my chin up and kept going.

The first few miles wound through some local neighborhoods before we enter the woods of Rock Creek Park (major emphasis on the creek – it was practically a river with the recent rainfall). It was a little hard to control my temperature, but I kept zipping my jacket up/down/up/down and plugged away feeling really good.

The reality of the situation hit me around mile 4: I saw a guy sitting on the side of the trail cradling his head in his hands, a medic crouching over him. He looked long and lean, and I surmised that he was one of the speedy front-runner types – and in his speed had slipped and fallen on the slippery asphalt. This taught me greater caution and I was determined to proceed with care.

This mostly played out in the puddles. Now, I wasn’t too bothered by the puddles – yes, I got wet and cold and splashed, but I was already wet and cold and splashed, so whatevs, y’know? But around mile 7 I started encountering puddles that were starting to turn into ponds. I’m talking six inches deep of water with no visible bottom. I feared that if I ran through them in the regular fashion I might catch on the uneven pavement, so I wound up high-stepping through them like some sort of demented Clydesdale. I probably lost a good 30-60 seconds in this fashion, but I also didn’t fall on my face, so I’m calling it a win.

I pounded through a few more miles, up “high five” hill (where the high-five was station halfway up and I found that VERY MISLEADING), through a water station where I randomly ran into a coworker who was volunteering, and past a couple of magnificent spectators dressed as Mr. and Mrs. Incredible if Pixar had included ponchos in their costumes. 

I was getting tired but keeping the pace… when I glanced down and noticed that my GPS watch had kicked out. I paused and unpaused it and that seemed to help, but I lost, oh, 3-5 minutes.

And as it happened, who did I see ahead of me? Why, it was 2:05 pacer guy! As far as I could tell he had lost basically his entire pace group, but maybe they were just straggling a bit. I ran up to him and requested his mileage count, he told me we had about half a mile to go, and I… ran ahead of him. Me! Ahead of the 2:05 pacer!

So that was nice. I funneled myself into the chute for the finish line, encouraged by local cheerleaders, and headed toward the end. The clock time showed 2:04 and change as I crossed, so even though my GPS was off I knew I was making my PR anyway. My official course time is posted at 2:02:59 – just made that 2:03 cutoff!

I immediately hit the bathroom and then found my friend and fellow runner Sarah. We grabbed some watermelon from the massive amount of available post-race food and then proceed to run the 4 miles home, just like last year. I mean, it’s not like we could get any wetter.

Have you ever run the Parks Half? Just exactly how the hell am I supposed to run a half under 2 hours, anyway?

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In Which Jenn Runs But Might As Well Be Swimming

As noted, the Wayfarer’s Half was cancelled for potential storms… and then no storms appeared whatsoever. That was Saturday. 

Sunday was another story entirely – great buckets dumped from the sky allllllll day, legit rain to which words like “shower” and “sprinkle” did not apply. And this was bad news for me because, having wound up running only a 10k, I wanted to get another run in.

I waffled about my options. 

  1. I could skip the run, of course. I did just run a race, even if it was a much shorter one than I had expected.
  2. I could pack up all my stuff, drive to the gym, use the treadmill, and drive back.
  3. I could suck it up and let the rain have at me.

At Pat’s encouragement, I decided to take a shot on a rainy run. I slapped on a ball cap to keep the droplets out of my eyes, stuck my phone in a sandwich bag, walked outside… and promptly came back inside for my weather resistant jacket, because in addition to being rainy it was chilly to boot.

Enjoy this photo shot through a plastic bag and distorted by a water droplet!

Okay. I was finally ready to brave the elements. I walked toward the usual corner where I start my runs AND IMMEDIATELY GOT 100% DRENCHED BY A PASSING CAR.

It couldn’t have been a more perfect shot if the driver had done it on purpose: the gutter was overflowing, and due to the narrowness of the lane the wheel got all up in there. The resulting spray hit me in the face and chest and completely soaked my tights. I may as well have jumped right into the pool.

I doubt anyone would’ve blamed me if I’d turned on my heel and marched right back into my apartment for a 45 minute hot shower. But you know, it’s funny – after the initial shock and annoyance, my ill-fated hosing put me in just the right mindset for my wet, froggy run. After all, there’s nothing beyond drenched. As Tom Stoppard says, things have gone about as far as they can go when things have gotten about as bad as they can reasonably get. And short of fording an actual river, I wasn’t going to get any wetter.

And so I ran five miles in a downpour, sloshing my way through enormous puddles cheerfully because my socks and sneakers were already waterlogged, so what difference did it make? My rainy run had secretly been an aquatic adventure all along!

But I still followed the whole thing up with a long hot shower. Even brave girls have needs.

What’s the worst weather you’ll run in? Has an errant vehicle ever tried to take you down?

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In Which Jenn Runs The Wayfarer’s 10K AGAINST HER WILL*

*This may be a slight exaggeration.

The ominous weather forecast was poor all week: potential lightning and storms on Saturday morning. And the day before the race, the Wayfarer Half organizers caved: they called off the Wayfarer’s Half Marathon.

What they did not cancel was the Wayfarer’s 10k, set to start at the same time but expected to finish before the storms hit. All half marathoners were automatically transferred to the 10k, and while deferment was offered, the halfers who ran the 10k were promised a 50% off code for the next year’s race.

Race buddy Sarah and I debated our options and, while we were disappointed in the slashed mileage, we ultimately decided to take our chances on the 10k. 

And so we arrived to the Navy-Marine Corps Memorial Stadium in Annapolis in the early hours of the morning, one on the weather predictions and the other on the course ahead. 

The race began with little fanfare, and before we knew it we were off on the 10k course. This caused me to get a little cocky to start – after all, I had prepared for a half marathon and, met with scarcely more than six miles, why bother holding back?

So my first mile was rather quicker than it should’ve been, but probably not as fast as it could’ve been, as for the first half mile or so the course was pretty packed. There was no corral system in place, self-seeded or otherwise, and people weren’t respected the underwritten fast-in-front-slow-in-back rule. Indeed, at the onset of the race I had to dodge around a pair of walkers running side by side. Blarg!

Luckily after a bit of snaking and ducking I was able to break out into a clearer area. After a brief stint on some fringe roads, we found ourselves in historic downtown Annapolis – always a highlight. For some reason I get a kick out of running down the same streets and past the same bars and restaurants I’ve seen and eaten in before.

Our next landmark from there was St. John’s College, after which we passed the entrance to the US Naval Academy and headed back toward the stadium. The final stretch was basically identical to the Zooma Half, which leads me to believe that had the Wayfarer’s Half gone on as planned the course would’ve been at the very least nearly the same. Hey, at least that saved us some hill work – while the 10k did feature some inclines it wasn’t at all what I’d call hilly.

Course support was pretty solid. I don’t recall a ton of spectators, but there were plenty of volunteers handing out water and Gatorade at decently spaced intervals. 

As for my personal performance, I wound up having a darned good race. My too-fast opening miles precluded me from those coveted negative splits, but I didn’t drop off as much as I could’ve and ultimately wound up with a PR of over 2.5 minutes. I guess that’s what happens when you actually taper for a “mere” 10k!

Rather than medals, finishers received a patch and, for some reason, a keychair carbine instead of a medal? Go figure. More interestingly, the post-race area included places to get a free beer or food truck snacks, but as Sarah and I finished before 9am we opted to go back to Elizabeth’s place and get coffee and pastries instead. (Water bottles, sports drinks, granola bars, and bananas were also available before and after the race.)

I don’t envy the Wayfarer’s organizers their decision to cancel the half. I can only imagine it’s rough to try and keep everyone safe in the face of the always-fickle weather report, especially in a race’s very first year. Their offer of discounts and deferments was sporting; I’m sure the fine print at registration didn’t require they make any concessions at all.

But darned if the kicker isn’t that it never did storm at all. >D

(Now, it rained BUCKETS the next day, but that’s a story for next week…)

Have you every found yourself unexpectedly in a different race than you expected?

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In Which Jenn Runs Hot

You know that Runner’s World app thing where you can punch in the temperature, time of day, weather conditions, etc., and it’ll tell you what to wear? Well, I can’t use it. No matter what I do, it always seems to assume I want to feel the chill. 55 degrees out? Try shorts and a tech tee! 30 degrees? Eh, maybe slap on some pants, but keep the tee.

This may be a slight exaggeration, but the RW attitude seems to be one shared by the majority of runners: cooler is better. But I’m not afraid to say it: what the hell is wrong with you people???

I am a warm weather girl. Give me summer. Give me sundresses and popsicles and the confidence that I won’t need a coat. And while I certainly don’t want to go for a run in the 90 degree sunshine, I do not fear the 70s. Hell, I’ve done runs with temperatures in the 80s, and while I took advantage of the shade and lucked into sporadic cloud cover, I was totally fine. Not my optimal speeds, mind you, but perfectly content. Heat holds no fear for me.

Which I why I found comments overheard at the Dark Side Half baffling. To start, runDisney sent out a heat advisory email. Sure, okay, covering their butts from a legal standpoint. Makes sense.

Then came the race and the complaints were all around me. It’s so hot! It’s so humid! This is terrible! I can’t run like this!

Um, it was, like, 71 degrees the whole time. Largely in the dark, so no sun beating down on you. And sure, it was a bit humid, but there was also a consistent light breeze. I found the combination of elements delightful. I was never uncomfortable in either direction.

And yet I bet if I’d ask the RW what-to-wear app, it would have advised me to go naked. That thing is just trying to freeze me to death, I’m sure of it.

Man, I can’t wait to move somewhere warm.

Do you run hot or cold?

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The Fairest Week In Review: 7/27

Hello everybody! We now return to our regularly scheduled, wholly bug-free version of the week in review. I don’t mean to suggest, however, that is edition will be complaint-free: IT’S HOT.

It’s been quite hot in much of the country; I’m sure many of you know what I’m talking about. It’s so hot it’s been having some minor impact on my training. Outdoor runs, when I even deem it cool enough to take them, have been a bit shorter and slower, and even the gym isn’t as air-conditioned as I would like it. Still, thank God for the treadmill.

I did go on a couple outdoor SHORT runs in the heat that went surprisingly well, but as I have more to say on the subject I’m holding that for another post later this next week. I do want to mention the reason I was sneaking them in speedily, however, which is this: Pat and I dogsitting all this week! Yay! They’re two giant American Bulldogs and they are SOOOOOOOOO happy to see me when I come home in the afternoon to take them outside. ^_^ I <3 my cats (as anyone who follows me on Instagram knows), but I can’t wait to have a dog too.

They look a lot like this, only bigger and not as recently bathed.

I can’t wait for the roundup, either, but luckily I don’t have to.

Back at Square Zero explores the art of tapering before a race.
Sparkly Runner suggests cutting yourself a break.
The Runner’s Guide to WDW considers chEAR Squad packages.
Living A Disney Life is surprised by Enchanted Tales with Belle.
The Disney Tourist Blog is instituting Figment Fridays! I LOVE FIGMENT!!!
The Disney Hipsters are back with more of their Last Trip Photos. (My inspiration!)
The Main Street Gazette ponders the implications of Tomorrowland.
Mouse On The Mind locates more super cute aspirational WDW apartment listings.

Don’t forget, you can follow us on Twitter @fairestrunofall. To see how our training is going, check out Jenn’s dailymile here and Moon’s dailymile here. If you have any questions for us, leave a comment or email us at fairestrunofall@gmail.comSee ya real soon!

In Which Jenn Recaps The Kings Dominion Run & Ride 10K

Guys. Guys guys. I ran a race in an amusement park and it wasn’t runDisney.

Last Sunday, the ever-popular, ever-magnificent Elizabeth and I got up at 4:30am and drove down to Kings Dominion amusement park in Doswell, VA. The hour-and-a-half-sans-traffic trip went smoothly, and we arrived in plenty of time to pick up our packets and prep for our runs. The morning included a 10k, a 5k, and a 1 mile fun run, with me slated to run the 10k and Elizabeth the 5k.

Packet pickup was quick and easy with no line despite it being the morning of. Packets consisted of pretty much just a bib and safety pins, the included park ticket, and a shirt – a short-sleeved tech tee (YEAH!) for the 10k-ers and cotton tees for everybody else. I also received a “Fastpass” equivalent in my packet, but Elizabeth did not; uncertain if that was an error or a 10k-only thing.

This was all good and simple. The bad bit: the weather. Late May or no, the morning highs were in the low-to-mid 50s with on-again-off-again rain. Needless to say I wore long pants and a long-sleeved shirt. BUT I WASN’T HAPPY ABOUT IT.

The start area was by the picnic pavilions, and the race stepped off in stages, with the 10k starting at 7:40am, the 5k five minutes later, and the 1 miler at 8:30am. That’s about where my knowledge of the 1 miler drops off, but I do know the course for both the 5k and 10k were precisely the same – the 10k people just looped it twice. I don’t love that kind of setup, but since both loops were entirely within the park I was willing to go along.

The races weren’t large enough to warrant waves or corrals, but it was chip-timed. We lined up, they counted us down, and we let fly, crossing into the park within a couple of yards.

The course began at the front of the park, dubbed International Street and dominated by Parisian fountains and a one-third scale replica on the Eiffel Tower. We breezed on past that and I think into Old Virginia? I’m not 100% remembering how we got to the next part. I know exactly what that next part was, though: DINOSAURS ALIVE!

I was super excited to realize we were running into this area, which is a minor upcharge in the park, although to be honest I can’t fathom why. It’s just a walking trail featuring audio-animatronic dinosaurs, some of which move on their own and some of which can be made to move by pressing buttons. Don’t get me wrong, they were pretty awesome and my favorite part of the race, but I’d hardly pay an extra $5 for it. Whatever; I got to see it twice for free. (Also, they had a carnotaurus and I was all HELLO FRIEND!)

Then if I remember correctly we took some service roads or some such into the Soak City Water Park section, which was rather hilariously staffed by lifeguards. Oh yes, I’m definitely going to try to sneak a dip in the wave pool because I’M NOT ALREADY COLD AND WET ENOUGH. Rain: The Water Park That Follows You Everywhere And Will Not Be Denied.

Next up was I believe Candy Apple Grove followed by Safari Village followed by the admittedly adorable Planet Snoopy (did I mention Snoopy was there? No character ops on the course though, sadly). Then, if you were running the 5k, you made it back to the picnic pavilions and the finish! Or, if you were in the 10K: REPEAT.

It really wasn’t that bad. I wasn’t in super great racing shape, a combination of my own stupidity (lack of hydration; forgetting my snack) and one of my knees deciding to act up slightly, but it really wasn’t that bad. Like I said, the dinosaurs were fun. The rain slacked off during the second time around. and after all, I knew I only had another 5K to go. No sweat, right?

What surprised me a little was the traffic. This being a shared course, I started passing not just 10K people but 5K people, as early as something like 3.25 miles. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not about to speed shame anyone; getting out there and doing a 5K however slowly is a helluva lot better than not doing one at all – but I’m glad the race organizers capped the 5K at a small enough number that I never had to dodge slower participants. There was always plenty of room (with the exception of the start) and I therefore advise the race organizers, wherever they are, to keep the numbers steady.

The finish was fun, with plenty of cheering crowds and an announcer calling names at the finish. The volunteers distributing medals were so enthusiastic I was still in the process of slowing to a walk when one was handed to me!

What was weird was that my GPS came up pretty short: it registered 5.95 miles at the end, including a little bit of extra where I started it slightly early/stopped it slightly late. Odd. Here are my official stats, anyway, since they look more impressive.

I found Elizabeth, who had finished her 5K when I was just starting mile 5 (recap from her coming!). We hopped in the food line, which was nicely stocked with PowerAde and water but rather disappointing the food department: un-toasted bagels and cream cheese or nada. We took them because we were hungry, it was all rather cold and boring. Probably the area that could use the most improvement.

After our sad breakfast we changed in the bathrooms (real bathrooms! I love amusement park races) and got ready to enter KINGS DOMINION! Elizabeth and I will give you a full rundown of our park experiences at a later date.

In short, I wouldn’t say this is a must-do race for me, but I’ll consider it next time it comes around assuming the prices don’t skyrocket. Especially if we’re promised better food. And weather. C’mon, May, get it together.

Have you ever run a non-Disney amusement park race?

Don’t forget, you can follow us on Twitter @fairestrunofall. To see how our training is going, check out Jenn’s dailymile here and Moon’s dailymile here. If you have any questions for us, leave a comment or email us at fairestrunofall@gmail.comSee ya real soon!

The Fairest Trip Report Of All: Wine & Dine Half – I Mean Quarter – Marathon

It’s time for another trip report! Yay! I LOVE trip reports! This time around we’re covering the 2015 Wine & Dine Half Quarter Marathon trip. I’ll be including reviews of my Food & Wine Festival purchases within the trip report itself, but restaurant reviews will be in their own separate posts. Commentary from Elizabeth provided in red. Click here to read all the posts in this report. Onward!

When we left off I was standing in line for the Wine & Dine Half Marathon bus with Kellie and Nicole. All seemed well. They were adorably dressed as Mousketeers. I was dressed as an abstract representation of normcore, a costume so ironic as to be invisible to the naked eye (okay, I wasn’t wearing a costume. SOMEDAY).

We boarded a bus and I regaled them with tales of how my one cat is really stupid. We arrived. We hung out. We got watered. We pondered a bathroom break. We tracked down Rae and Kim. We found Danielle. The deejay played music ranging from OMG YES to STOP THAT RIGHT NOW. So far so normal.

It was shortly before we were about to leave for our corrals that things got weird. One of the announcers got on the PA system and informed us that there was a severe weather situation and we were all to evacuate to the baseball stadium. The race was NOT called YET but we would be holding in the stadium until further notice.

Okay then. We all got up – all, I don’t know, what, 13,000 or so of us? – and piled into the stadium.

Our little group worked its way through the bowels of the building looking for a bathroom WITHOUT a million-person line, eventually settling on where one enterprising woman had annexed a men’s bathroom for coed use. Men were permitted inside so long as they didn’t care that women were in there using the stalls – and what I found to be a surprising number chose to look elsewhere. These are the same men who think nothing of stopping off to the side of the course and peeing in the woods, right?

I want to take a moment here to thank all my blogger buddies for hanging out with me while the race was postponed. If I had been alone I would’ve been SO BORED AND STRESSED. As it was it helped enormously to be surrounded by people I knew.

Finally, after about an hour, we were informed that the race would be going on – but the course had been “slightly modified.” Modified how? This remained a mystery from the time we left the stadium to the time we were allowed into the corrals. It was only then that we were informed that the course was now 7 miles. 🙁 🙁 🙁

In some ways this was just as well – it was VERY humid and not too cool either, and we wouldn’t be missing big chunks of the after party. And certainly I can understand why Disney chose to delay the race; if they felt it was potentially unsafe then they needed to protect both their runners and themselves from a legal standpoint. But I’m not gonna lie: I’m STILL bummed we didn’t get to run through the Animal Kingdom. I wanted to tell the Festival of the Lion King people I loved them again, dammit! (And that SUCKS for everyone who had trained for their very first half marathon.)

But there was nothing else for it but to take my 7 miles with gratitude. After all, it could’ve been worse – the whole thing could’ve been cancelled! And so I splintered off from the group to take my place in corral E, sad but not without hope for the future.

The race itself was, not unexpectedly, frankly wonky. Mile 1 came where expected but as there had been no time for the organizers to make many modifications beyond course length we were hitting the Mile 8 marker scarcely after my GPS had registered a mile and a half. And then just before mile 2 there were people handing out Clif Shots. I appreciated the gesture but yeah, no thanks.

My favorite bit of weirdness, however, came when I ran over what would have been the 15K chip time pad. It hadn’t been recalibrated, and so I got this text:


It felt like no time at all before I was entering the Studios – and as I traversed the backstage area of the course I got a lovely surprise. A girl ran up next to me and informed me that a) she recognized me because b) she read my blog and c) my WDW Marathon registration post had inspired her to sign up last minute too. This made me so happy that all I could was blabber out a thank you like an idiot, but if you’re still reading: thanks, person! Say hi in the comments! Hit me up at the marathon! 😀

After a bit of twisting and turning and tunneling we wound up in the highlight – alas, the now former highlight – of the race: running through the Osborne Lights. Knowing I would likely never experience such a thing again, I couldn’t resist stopping for a few pictures.

From there we ran out of the park and hit the path between the Studios and Epcot. I have mixed feelings about this section: on the one hand, I know exactly how far I still have to go and I don’t always appreciated being forced to allay my ignorance. On the other hand, the Boardwalk area is beautiful, and once you hit the Boardwalk/Beach/Yacht Club resorts there are a lot of great spectators, signs, and cheering. My favorites were the guys who had dragged lawn chairs out and were watching the race go by while sipping beers. Nicely done, guys.

I ran over the bridge and through the International Gateway into Epcot. There was a small part of me that hoped that the race course had been diverted through World Showcase, but alas, it was not to be. We ran the usual course down through England/Canada/into Future World. Just past Spaceship Earth I met Elizabeth where I waved at her vigorously and with gratitude but for her own sake did not go in for the hug (OMG SO MUCH SWEAT GUYS THE HUMIDITY UGH).

And then that was about it. Out of Epcot, to the finish line, bam, done. My GPS registered 6.9 miles. Sigh. But I did high five Mickey, so there’s that.

I collected my medal and water and Powerade and snack box but declined the free beer in favor of better stuff in the after party. Elizabeth had my clothes, so I skipped all the changing tents and suchlike and went straight into Epcot… but I’ll save that for my next post!

Don’t forget, you can follow us on Twitter @fairestrunofall. To see how our training is going, check out Jenn’s dailymile here and Moon’s dailymile here. If you have any questions for us, leave a comment or email us at fairestrunofall@gmail.comSee ya real soon!

The Fairest Week In Review: 6/16

JENN: How was running last week? Getting anything in?

MOON: Ha, absolutely not! Did you?

JENN: Ha, absolutely not much! As I mentioned last week, I was WAAAAAY sick Tuesday. I took a walk anyway but I really shouldn’t have. I was less sick on Wednesday but still not in great shape; I took another walk. Thursday I tried to run and did but only 3.5 miles and sloooooowly. So Friday I walked again. In conclusion: blerg.

MOON: I’m sure you were probably dehydrated.

JENN: Oh, yeah, definitely.

MOON: Sickness and so many things to dooooo.

JENN: And summer always seems so promising! The good news is, I feel pretty decent today, so I’m going to try to run after work. We’ll see how it goes – hopefully I’m back to normal!

MOON: To be fair, SPRING always seems so promising. It really throws off a gradual adaption to weather when one is denied spring.

JENN: This is very true. We don’t get much in the way of gentle buildup around here.

MOON: Fall and spring are my favorite for running.Unfortunately, those seasons keep getting overpowered.

JENN: Let’s just move to San Diego and never want for good weather again!

Very minor note: WDW Marathon still at 72% full. 😀

MOON: Ha, it seems to be holding pretty strong! Gives me more timeeeee.

JENN: Haha, true! In the interim, check out the roundup.

Back to Square Zero HAS KITTENS AHHHHHHH!!!!!
– If you’re new to runDisney registration, Half Crazy Mama has this handy guide.
run geek runDisney plays the red tag game. For some reason I play that game a lot.
Living a Disney Life eats terrible things at Disney.
Rolling with the Magic makes MagicBands pretty.
The Disney Hipsters give the world the gift of Spaceship Earth’s background music. I intend to play this at work. Possibly forever.
The Main Street Gazette likes the Disney dinosaurs, too. Yay Disney dinosaurs!
Theme Park Insider offers an interesting take on Disney’s relationship with middle class families.

Jenn is running the 2015 Marine Corps Marathon for the Diabetes Action Team. Will you help her earn her bib while fighting diabetes? Click here to make your tax-deductible donation.

Don’t forget, you can follow us on Twitter @fairestrunofall. To see how our training is going, check out Jenn’s dailymile here and Moon’s dailymile here. If you have any questions for us, leave a comment or email us at fairestrunofall@gmail.comSee ya real soon!

In Which Jenn Has Wine & Dine PTSD

I woke up just before six this morning for an early outdoor run and immediately checked the weather – the night before there had been a chance of rain. Outside my window the roads were wet but it wasn’t actively raining; I checked my weather app and it assured me that there was no chance of rain until 9am. I was tempted to go back to bed and run on the treadmill after work, but I’ve been wussing out on outdoor running a lot the past couple weeks – an outdoor run it was to be. I stepped outside and all was well: no rain!


What followed for the remainder of my 10+ miles was a series of off-and-on rain showers that went from nonexistent to arguably pouring, and in the latter moments I couldn’t help but think to myself: when have I felt like I was running in a shower before? Oh, right! The Wine & Dine Half Marathon! And so from then on I could do nothing to dissuade my brain from presenting me with a series of decidedly damp W&D flashbacks, my favorite being when the combination of the dark and a particularly black puddle caused me to completely lose track of the ground.

Congratulations, Wine & Dine Half Marathon 2014 – you’ve officially scarred me for life. But don’t think that means you’ve beaten me! I’m coming for you again this year and you better show me something better. And even if you don’t, you DEFINITELY haven’t won. To combat your influence, here’s a picture of happy post-race times. YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE.

Jenn is running the 2015 Marine Corps Marathon for the Diabetes Action Team. Will you help her earn her bib while fighting diabetes? Click here to make your tax-deductible donation.

Don’t forget, you can follow us on Twitter @fairestrunofall. To see how our training is going, check out Jenn’s dailymile here and Moon’s dailymile here. If you have any questions for us, leave a comment or email us at fairestrunofall@gmail.comSee ya real soon!