I just spent way too much time reading through all the kick-ass (ha!) comments for the Saucony Runderpants and Sports Bra combo to spend time typing a witty intro. You guys are so witty, you don’t need me. (Plus, I need to get to bed soon. Early Ironmother hours are over, but I’m meeting some pals for 8 miles at 7:30 a.m. Tough, huh?)
So I’ll cut to the chase and anounce the lucky winners—and what they’d write on the back of their Runderpants:
Laura: Mine would say “I got this.” This has quickly become my mantra for running (and life). When self-doubt creeps in, I just keep repeating to myself “I got this…
Plus, here’s a friendly reminder that our Saucony Run4Good Contest is wrapping up. You’ve got until November 4 to get in 10 runs and get entered to win a Saucony gift card good for one item off their website and an AMR lifestyle tee.
If you’ve done your 10 runs, please screenshot them and send it to us at runmother [at] gmail [dot] com. All entries need to be received by email by 5 EST on Sunday, November 7, 2013, and we’ll announce the winners on November 11. Thanks and happy Friday!
Amy Mirate, a pastry chef living in Camarillo, Calif., is the mother runner to turn to for a dessert celebrating your PR or other running milestone. This mom of two—Lucas, 3, and Emmarie, 2—also soon could be the one who dishes out something a bit more athlete-friendly…read on for the deets on her culinary plans for healthy treats.
Best recent run: Just did 14 mi. that felt pretty sweet. And I got a “Woo-hoo!” from an off-duty runner around mile 9 to put a little wind back in my sails!
Tea or coffee? Coffee … but I’m trying to quit!
Morning, noon, or night: I am a charter member of the VRC [Vampire Running Club]…
We preach the gospel of strength training all the time around these parts, and I actually listened to my—or, more accurately, my coach’s—sermon while training for Ironmother. Regularly doing planks and lunges and one-legged squats made sure all my muscles worked together as a whole—and that they left no weak muscle behind. Before I started training, I was pretty sure I was going to collapse over the finish line. Not only was I upright over the line, I felt solid as as my son Ben’s resolve to eat sugar as often as possible.
But saying something and actually doing it are two different things…
Mother runner Karen Crowley, 38, who writes candidly about living with a rare blood cancer at Adventures of a Cancer Girl, has vivid memories of her very first mile … many, many years ago.
The first – and only – mile I ran during the first 35 years of my life was in eighth-grade gym class in 1989. My teacher was Mr. A, an extremely fit, extremely scary man.
We would “warm up” for every class by sprinting across the parking lot. I came in last every day, huffing red-faced to the finish line while the other kids rolled their eyes impatiently and Mr. A barked at me to hurry up…