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Headed out for my longest post- @chimatharon run so far today: 6.75 miles. Here I am trying to keep up with @martinltorres’s pace group on his #adidasrunnersLA team’s misty morning beach run. 🌴 ⛅️ 🏃🏼‍♀️(I succeeded, just so you know.)⁣ 📷: @devinlamoreaux

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When I started running, three miles seemed like a good limit. I could always do it, and on days when I felt like going fast I could go relatively fast, and on days after a night when I’d had a few too many martinis, I could go relatively slow and still finish—sloppily and slushily—but still finish.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Marathon training is about piling one more mile on top of the three miles until you reach at least 20 miles and learning that your body will put up with you. It may protest and it might scream back at you in its profane, wordless language, but you can usually force it to do what you want it to do. It’s like you are a parent and your body is a child who knows it has no real power in a situation, and has to follow the rules eventually, but at least wants to put in the appearance of being difficult.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ When I am tired, I try to pinpoint the exhaustion. Is it my heart and my breathing? Is it the muscles in my legs? Is it the doubt in my brain? When I locate the source of the problem, I nod to it, acknowledge that it is there and it is real, and then tell it to fuck off so I can finish the run. Sometimes the source is a good listener and sometimes it isn’t. I run either way.⁣⁣ ⁣ 📷: @jjeffersoniv

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It’s @martinltorres’s birthday today. Here’s a pic of us at Star Shoes in or around 2004 (😱) @thecobrasnake took. Fondly recalling the days when we used to stay out until the bars closed on weeknights—me with my fake ID—listened to a lot of Fischerspooner, and probably owned multiple white belts between us. (But these days are also just as great.)

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The other day someone asked me if I was struggling physically or emotionally at all post-marathon. I realized it was a good moment to get real about that for a minute: the answer is yes.⁣ ⁣ I invested so much of my time and energy over the last four months to one goal, and now that the marathon has come and gone, I’m faced with a radical shift. Physically, I had atrocious knee/IT band pain the day after the race, which has mostly dissipated. And I was extremely tired for the week afterward and felt weaker than usual. I didn’t run at all for a week after the race and haven’t run more than 4 miles at once since. I’m easing back in.⁣ ⁣ Emotionally, I was prepared for more of a post-marathon crash than I actually suffered, but I didn’t escape it completely. While I really miss seeing my team so often and the period of intense focus, I’m trying to focus on the upside. I’m taking the opportunity to revisit things I didn’t have time for over the last few months; months that were pretty much completely consumed by work and training. Last weekend, I cooked and drank wine. I saw friends. I read a great book. I slept in on Saturday instead of getting up at 5:30 for a long run. ⁣ ⁣ While it’s hard not to feel a little rudderless right now, I’m also looking forward to discover running just for the simple pleasure of it. Since I started running early this year, I’ve almost always had a race in sight. Right now, I don’t, and I’m fine with that. (But real talk: I don’t think it will be long before I sign up for another.)

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One year ago today we brought home this excruciatingly cute and deeply weird dude to “foster.” Instead, we immediately and irrevocably fell in love with him. Recently, a writer I follow on Twitter said she was thinking of getting a dog, and was it a mistake? I wrote back: “Yes, the best mistake you will ever make.” ❤️❤️❤️

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A week ago today I did something I never thought I would do when I finished the Chicago Marathon.⁣ ⁣ The fact that I ran for an entire 4 hours still seems kind of unfathomable. And I did! I didn’t stop running. As corny as it sounds, I felt like I was propelled forward by the energy of the city, the spectators, and the sheer fact of doing the thing. And when it started to feel challenging, when the rain started to pour and slosh in my shoes, when my butt muscles were just plain worn out, I found this thought kept popping into my head: “Hey, body. Hey, mind. You and I made a pact. We’re going to do this for each other.” And I guess it worked.⁣ ⁣ It also didn’t hurt to hear “Back That Azz Up” blaring from a booth set up by a handful of angelic women around mile 23.

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Heli hard workout with @torysport this morning on the helicopter pad at the Four Seasons. Here is our best jumping photo (and also us after our worst jumping photo in which we both accidentally kicked each other. Whoops.) 🚁

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Sometimes you meet people who leave a lasting impact on your life. And sometimes, you meet, like, 40 of them all at once and Instagram won’t even let you tag them all in a single post. ⁣ 📷: @jjeffersoniv

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My Nike Chicago Marathon sign. What a surreal weekend from start to finish (line.)

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When your friend taking a picture of your other friend taking your picture takes a better picture than your friend taking your picture. (Sorry Sara. Congrats Sheena! 🎉)