Your registration to XVI Maratona di Roma – 2010 is now complete. As soon as your bib number will be assigned, you’ll be able to download your confirmation letter in your reserved area on the website http://www.maratonadiroma.it AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
On the subject of running outfits.
Running doesn't take much kit - but when it comes to running outfits in England you have two choices: NEON and black. Where is the inbetween? And why to Oxford University students enjoy running in black so much, AT NIGHT?
Tomorrow.
Three things you should know about tomorrow (March 9th). That is, if you value your life.
On things I would never have thought that I would’ve ever said.
Ran 10 miles today, and told someone it was a "short run." Oh no! I've become a distance runner!
Two… no wait… three things.
Two things I've really noticed about myself from taking up this marathon: 1. I'm an emotional rollercoaster. The very first half marathon I did I cried. And we're not talking tear-streaked sniffling smile, we're talking full on wailing and screaming and pumping of the fists into the air. I was so loud that my friends... Continue Reading →
Oxford Marathon… maybe a reality?
PCS Strike may pre-empt me from running Rome! So, well, it looks like the Oxford Marathon may be back on.
The Second Day is ALWAYS the Worst Day
It's very tough once you reach the high mileage training to bounce back. Even though things are difficult you have to push through the nagging knees and mental meltdown.
17 miles on a knee brace with profuse giggling.
Item one: The knee brace is wonderful. Truly, honestly, wonderful. Item two: If you are ever found needing to run more than 17 miles, download as many episodes of Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me as you need. It was a glorious day in Oxford, which right now is saying a lot. I didn't have to... Continue Reading →
Super Action Injury Team
Or SAIT for short. In sum: Everyone I know who is running, whether it is a long, long race like mine or a teeny tiny baby race, is injured. Well, everyone I know who is running in England is injured, anyway. My Mom (aka Mum) is not located in England, but she's running with an... Continue Reading →
Adding in, switching out, instead of giving up.
So it's Lent. Being that I survived eight solid years of Catholic school there is this need that grips me to give up something for 40 days. Except this time, I really can't. I've decided to give up alcohol up to the race (thereby blaming the Winter Olympics for being tired and groggy the next... Continue Reading →
Orange Squeaky 
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