One of the many reasons I’m going back to Boston…

Boston. It’s a runner’s dream race, and I was lucky enough to experience the course in 2015. I first attempted to qualify for the race in November 2012, qualified for the race in June of 2013, despite qualification missed out on a spot by 10 seconds, requalified in March 2014, and was finally able to secure a spot in September 2014 for the 2015 race.   I worried I’d built up the race too much. Runners described it as “The Oscars of Running.” All I cared about was getting to Boston healthy. I trained hard, but was super careful. The last thing I wanted was to get hurt. Despite some injury scares I made it to Boston with an awful cough and sore throat, but it didn’t matter. I was running the ultimate race. This was what I had worked so hard for. I ran on adrenaline.There are a few moments in my life where I vividly remember feeling pure happiness. I’ll never forget the feeling of dancing on the balcony at my wedding reception, meeting my Godson Colby minutes after he was born and seeing my Mama sob when she saw him, and the first day of school this year when I opened our school entrance and saw our beautiful students lined up ready to start Kindergarten with their parents nervous and teary waving them goodbye. Several moments from Boston remain engrained in my mind. Ill never forget high-fiving Welsley girls who braved the rain to cheer on the marathoners. Joy, a word I hate because it’s so darn cheesy, is seeing your adorable nephew, older sisters and parents at the top of heartbreak hill and knowing you have energy to rock the final six miles. Pride is seeing your best and most loyal friend and husband screaming at the top of their lungs at mile 24. They were there when I failed and crumbled at mile 16 at Santa Clarita, so it felt amazing to be strong at 24 hearing my husband scream “I love you so much.” And that right on Hereford and left on Boylston was surreal. I didn’t want it to end.I feel so lucky that my hobby allows me to do exactly what the elites of my hobby are doing. Bikers can’t just do the Tour de France, basketball players can’t just decide they want to play with the pros, but I get to run the same race in the same conditions as Desi Linden, Shalane Flanagan, and Meb. It’s just so cool. In September I wondered if going back for 2016 would be me trying to relive something that already happened, that was already so perfect, and that I needed to leave it at that. Brent made the decision easy by booking first class tickets to Boston, and I’m so glad he did.

This holiday season has made me appreciate my health more than ever. On Christmas Day, Cary’s daughter Christy had the energy to come and celebrate with us. She has been suffering with cancer for four years, and has been through plenty of ups and downs. I was amazed at her positivity. She had just recently been released from the hospital. On Saturday we drove to Tulsa to see Brent’s aunt who is also battling cancer. She was so weak, but so glad to spend time with us. Brent’s Grandma has little mobility but was determined to celebrate Christmas at Uncle Tom’s house this afternoon. It took a lot out of her, but she looked so happy. I feel so lucky to be healthy and physically capable of running a marathon because you never know what the future holds.

On the Road Again

Merry Christmas from Oklahoma!  I’m currently passing the time as we drive back from Tulsa to Dallas. Nothing to kill the time like blogging on your iPhone 🙂 Monday Brent and I flew into Dallas from LA. My usual stomach of steel has been failing me as a principal at an elementary school. I didn’t get it as bad this time around, but Sunday during my run my stomach started to feel a little queezy. I thought it was all the wine I had at a Christmas party on Saturday night, but turns out 4 EQ3 staff members spent the weekend with the stomach flu. Luckily my appetite was back to normal by Christmas! Corn casserole, where have you been all my life? Creamed corn, butter, and ritz cracker. Genius idea!Tuesday we spent some time with Brent’s Grandma in Mesquite, Texas. Check out Brent’s grandfather on the right. Looks JUST like Brent.   And the Lowry brothers as little kiddos. When in Dallas we always hit up the Blue Mesa Grill for Tex-Mex. Love those sweet potato chips.    Wednesday morning we drove up to Oklahoma City to spend time with Brent’s dad and his wife Cary. As part of their tradition we had Japanese Hibachi on Christmas Eve. And played lots of Mexican train.   Brent and Ross doing some thoughtful last minute shopping.I’ve been able to keep up with my plan Michelle wrote for me this week! Did the most mentally challenging interval workout with a bunch of 200s on Wednesday (my legs were not designed to sprint), did a few easy miles in Dallas, and ran long-ish here in Oklahoma around Lake Hefner (not named after Hugh) Here I am listening to Serial on my Christmas run around the lake. Michelle rewrote my plan for the week after my Sunday stomach incident and took off some of the mileage. It’s nice having someone help with the training plan when life happens.   On the way out of Tulsa we stopped by Carmichael’s for some brittle and pecan so. The pecans smell so fresh when you walk into the store.    And here we are “visiting” as the Okies and Texans say, with cousin Kristina and her two kiddos. Yup, we’re smack in the middle of America.  We’ll be back in Dallas in about 4 hours. Hoping to sneak in an easy 5 miler this evening. I go a little crazy sitting for this many hours. Tomorrow will be the Christmas celebration with the Winkler side of the family, then it’s Cancun on Monday morning!  


Holiday Happenings

It’s the greatest time of the year. December has been filled with so much fun. We took our kindergarteners to Loyola Marymount University to give them their first taste of college. Running around the lawn was the best part.      I do my best thinking while I’m running. Last week during our 12 mile weekend run Ellen and I talked about what we were getting our colleagues. I went with bento boxes filled with candies.

I’m proud of myself for having the patience and disciple to bake 5 dozen cookies on Monday night. It took over 3 hours. Brent pointed out I could have run a marathon in the time I took to bake cookies. I’m not as intense as Alaina. She prepped the dough and made closer to 10 dozen. They were a hit at school.

Tuesday morning school was cancelled due to a bomb threat. We had to call parents and send students home, THEN the garage to our parking decided to stop working. Dynamic duo saved the day.


It was Spirit Week at school. Check out these cuties on Career Day.


And workout Wednesday. I rocked the Boston jacket. Don’t get much use out of it.


Alaina dressed up as a chef for career day, and cooked me the BEST lunch. Brown rice noodles, napa cabbage, green onions, avocado and sweet chili dressing.

And this is our awesome parent committee president.   
This week we had a bomb threat, a lockdown on Thursday morning, and a fire drill on Friday. We’re safe with Ms. Pariano and the fanny pack.

Oh, we also lost power this week. It’s been a strange week. Finishing the movie tomorrow.

We celebrated the start of winter break with some Playa Provisions cocktails.

Did some intervals on Ballona Creek.Screen Shot 2015-12-19 at 4.36.57 PM

And I can’t believe I ACTUALLY LIKED STAR WARS! I haven’t seen the other movies, but Brent and Jared gave me the 30 minute summary on the way over to Universal Studios this morning. We went to the 9AM 3D IMAX movie. Brent loves chicken tenders and popcorn for breakfast 🙂

And we’re off to Malibu for holiday party 3 of the week. Then it’s Texas, Oklahoma, and Cancun!