12 for ‘12
|December 31, 2012||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
2012 was a pretty ridiculous year. I went from crutches to marathon PRing to running a 50 miler in the matter of 10 months. I ran somewhere in the neighborhood of 24 races in over a dozen different states, including 6 marathons, 3 50ks, an ultra relay and the 50 miler. I moved. I changed jobs. I traveled nonstop. I spent nearly every weekend with running friends, Middlebury friends, Vermont friends, and lots of strangers from the internet. In short, it was a fan-effing-tastic 12 months.
Because I’m totally camera obsessed and totally enjoying a holiday break full of things other than hours of writing blog posts, I decided to copy the blogging trend of closing the year out with a photo to mark every month. I was tempted to cheat and use several photos for each month, because seriously, how do you choose between a picture of Bart Yasso or one with MC Hammer when you hang with both of them in June? (Answer: screw the blog post, frame both and make handy houseguest hang Bart and Hammer next to your bed.)
But, no cheating happened, just 12 photos for 12 gloriously sweaty months:
Booked a flight to Texas for the marathon trials and convinced this one to join me in a matter of 47 minutes. Spent 48 blissful hours cowbelling the streets of Houston, partying with Olympians, and resolving to never miss a trials weekend for the rest of our lives.
I permanently retired from the sport of triathlon when my one swim/bike/run race for the season was cancelled. I celebrated by cruising through SoCal, running more miles than ever before, and enjoying races without my bike and a pair of goggles nearly every weekend.
Took 20 minutes off my marathon PR, ran a 3:08, popped bubbly at Hayward, fell hopelessly in love with Eugene, Oregon.
Ran my first ultra. Liked it a little.
Made good on the not-missing a trials weekend pledge by flying to Eugene for olympic trials weekend #2. Stalked an impressive number of track and field stars. Danced with Hammer. Developed an obsession with fast birds.
Took a much-needed break from racing for the entire month. Used my newfound free time to drive 20 hours roundtrip to spend 12 hours consuming craft beer in Vermont and winning brew fest for the fourth year in a row.
Ran second ultra. Learned that racing 32 miles in August in Virginia will make you redefine “sweaty.” Won a race for the first time ever. Set a course record. Picked up friends on the trail. Had so much fun I signed up for a 50 miler.
Traveled around the country, from DC to Wisconsin to Vermont to Oregon and back again, racing and watching several friends get hitched. Perfected the art of toeing a start line four hours after convincing the DJ to play “Shout!” for the third time in one wedding night.
Spent a glorious seven hours and thirty four minutes running 50 miles around a lake in upstate New York.
In a super Type Z move, I was convinced over gchat to book a one-way flight to New Hampshire four hours before it was supposed to take off and help pace one of my favorite friends to a 22 minute marathon PR the next morning. 2013 had better involve a healthy dose of spontaneous race weekends.
Started running again after several weeks of being sidelined by the mystery bitch rib injury. Ditched my garmin and embraced running with a naked wrist running until I’m 100 percent back to full health.
2012, you treated me pretty darn okay. Here’s to 2013 being even better.