The Dopey and a Book Review

Terrifying as it is, I’m signed up for the Dopey in 2017. Which means I need to run a full marathon. Which means I need to train for a full marathon, run it, and then transition into training for the Dopey.

I’m using the Hal Higdon Novice 2 program to prepare for a race in September. It seemed like the best way to transition into longer distances. We shall see if it works.

I’m planning to run the All Out Fallfest marathon in September, which looks like a good fit for me. I’d like to do Bellingham Bay the same weekend, but my Washington State friend might not be able to manage it so probably gonna be easier to stick close to home.


My Year of Running Dangerously by Tom Forman is a hilarious, inspiring, brutally honest look at going all in for a marathon…and an ultra marathon. I listened to the audiobook (thank you, Jeffco Libraries!) and it was BRILLIANT. I highly recommend listening to it if you don’t feel like reading it. I’m also making my way through The First 20 Minutes, and The New Rules of Running, and I’ll review those later.

Mr. Forman used to be a runner, but then life and family happened. His older daughter Ronnie challenges him to run a full marathon with her, and despite his reservations…he does it.

I enjoyed the humor and honesty, and I was giggling silently at several points. Anyone who runs will love this book, and anyone that wants to run is going to either be inspired or will panic and I’m not sure which.

I listen to tons and tons of audiobooks and podcasts because I work for very boring companies doing very boring things and it is much easier to ignore my creepy, godawful coworker when I don’t have to hear his stupid voice.

Questionable Judgement pt 1

I finally beat my personal record for the mile today. Now, grant you, 11:04 was not insanely fast to begin with, so finally getting down to 10:08 probably isn’t all that impressive to anyone, but given the fact that I’m recovering from bronchitis and it is that time of the month, I think I deserve at least a little pat on the back.

And some spinach ravioli.

POINT IS my dream of finishing a full marathon in under 5 hours seems that much more attainable when I’m actually capable of running a mile at something more than a glacial pace. I feel less awkward about calling myself a runner.

Also the Shakira song from Zootopia is now on heavy repeat on my running track list. I haven’t seen the movie yet but the song just makes me so happy.


Next Sunday is the Rock and Roll New Orleans 10k, which I’m both excited about and wondering what I was thinking signing up for a race in the best food city in the world (in my opinion, anyway).

My mom is from South Louisiana (which is a different world from North Louisiana and don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise) and I’ve been to New Orleans a handful of times throughout my childhood. Lafayette and the surrounding parishes are a little more familiar to me because that’s where my family is, but I’m not unfamiliar with New Orleans. All this I’m saying because it gives context to the fact that I can eat my weight in seafood without really trying. This will also be my first trip to NOLA since I turned 21, and I’ll be with my best friend instead of my parents. Not that my parents ever actually prevented me from doing anything while in New Orleans on previous trips. They were too busy having a good time themselves.

I really, really want to get a 13 min/mile average for this race. I know that sounds pathetically slow, but it has taken me 2 years to get to the point where that even seems possible. I did a 14 min/mile average for the Hot Chocolate 15k, and I’ve been working my butt off since then, so I’m optimistic.

I’ve dropped 8 lbs since Christmas, which is really strange to think about. I’m looking a little thinner for the first time since Sophomore year of college when I did Weight Watchers and dropped 20 lbs over the summer. I got down to 180lbs and was starting to look a little…off when the summer ended and a combination of beer, vodka, and hot wings put all the weight back on and then some. This time it has all been me. My trainer got pulled away by a really exciting coaching opportunity so I’ve been going it alone, and so far it all seems to be working.

I will say that if you’re somebody who needs help with this kind of thing, but you don’t want to use a trainer or a group, a combination of the free version of the Noom app and the Garmin Forerunner 230 have done wonders for me.

I’ll have plenty of photos and a race recap when I get back on Monday next week.