I was gone yesterday, so no #weddingwednesday post for you guys, which I’m sorry about.  Well, not that sorry.  Oprah told me I should stop apologize for just doing me so…bye haterz!

At any rate, I’m writing to you from the air, somewhere above Texas.

If you’re new here, you’re prolly all “Whhhhaaa homegirl’s from Texas?!” so let me explain.

I’d briefly mentioned over the past few weeks that I’d be in Las Vegas this weekend for my first ever Ragnar Relay, joining 5 other girls on an ultra team to run from a ski resort alllll the way down down down over the course of about two days.

I think honestly, I haven’t talked about it a ton because of the sheer volume of things I’ve had going on.  With the move, with the new husband, with the foster beagle who sits on the back of the couch and keeps me company while I write – there’s a lot that’s been going on.

That and I’m a little terrified.  Because I’m running 35 miles over the course of two days, and I’m not a million percent sure that I’ve ever done something like that.  But I kind of take it like I take everything else, like a challenge that I will get through and learn from.  I’m taking this as a practice run for when I want to do my first ultra, once I convince my husband that nothing will happen to me if I nutrish up properly for an ultra.

So my fabulous day of travel?

So, Tuesday night, while my husband was out playing with some friends, I straightened up the house and folded the mountain of clothes that had taken up residence in every single corner of the bedroom.  I have this ritual of scrubbing my living space every time I go on a trip because in case I die, I don’t my my husband/my mother/whoever is coming to collect my things to be like “omg, ew what a trash bag she was.” I mainly just want people to come in, should I find myself you know, gone to the Starbucks in the sky, and be like “Oh man, her house smells so good, it smells just like essential oils and Glade plugins, may she rest in peace.”

So once I got that all squared away and hit the sack, Wednesday morning, I woke up with my husband, who generally leaves a bit earlier than I do, started packing, and making myself some breakfast, and went into work for a few hours.  I love my job, am obsessed with my job, and I actually feel guilty when I leave it, so I wanted to go to make sure that everything was set there.

I headed home, hubby picked me up, and off I went to make my way to Vegas!  Now I’m actually on the second leg of my trip, but a few things to share with you.

Once again, my first leg, they had me on some crazy little commuter plane, second time that’s happened in a year, but I survived by doing the only thing I knew how to do in these situations – I literally SLEPT for every second of the like, six-hour flight.   I was seriously passed out so hard that the flight attendant asked me if I was okay with the same concerned look on her face as when I broke a bone one time and was laying on the ground.  I musta been looking really rough.

This really horrid girl put her BARE FRIGGIN FEET up on the arm rest and I almost fainted.


And that’s pretty much been it!

I’m nervous for my first time in Vegas, but excited to meet some new friends, and definitely really excited to take pictures so you guys will be really jealous of me.  Kidding!  Kinda…

So no question today, but leave me a random comment so I have something to answer when I’m in the van/in the hotel tomorrow!  Seriously, leave me anything, ask me any question!

Does your significant other support your running?

I try to keep my husband at a minimum on the blog.  Not because I’m not crazy about him, because I absolutely am.  But more because he didn’t ask for his life to be splashed across the interwebs.  But occasionally, I just can’t help it!

I’m running Ragnar in Las Vegas in less than two weeks, and unlike the typical Ragnar relay, we are considered an ultra team, meaning that instead of 12 runners over 36 legs, we are 6 runners over the 36 legs.  I’m so looking forward to it, and yet, a little apprehensive about running over 34 miles over a few days.

But, despite my apprehension, my body, my mind, and my legs feel strong.

In prep for the race, I’ve run at a few odd times – and last night, it was around 9:30pm.  Luckily, I live close to the state university, and can stay pretty safe running on campus during these odd times, or can call my brother to run with me.  And every time I push off at these strange times, Austin offers me a butterfly knife, and asks if it’s completely necessary for me to run at those times, in the most worried and caring of ways.

And this time, the poor thing was in no position to come with me, because he sprained his ankle terribly playing volleyball at the Y.

Exhibit A
Exhibit A

But I’m taken with how supportive Austin has been of my running. When we met, I was just doing some running for maintenance.  Despite being an avid weightlifter (which doesn’t  classically mix), he ran my first 5k with me.  Then my second.  He cheered me through my first half.  And then stood out in the cold during my first two fulls.  And now, even though he can’t come to Vegas with me, he’s been so supportive, and making sure that in the midst of all my training, that I’m staying safe and happy.

 So how does running fit into a relationship?  How should running fit into a relationship?  For you runners, weightlifters, triathletes, golfers, how does your sport fit into your relationship?  And is your significant other supportive of how you stay fit?  

For us, even though Austin has never expressed any interest in taking on the challenge of a full or an ultra, running has always been something that we could enjoy and do together.  And it makes me feel supported by him, that we aren’t in competition, but that it’s something we can do side-by-side.  Running can be so solitary, and yet, it makes me feel so close to so much and so many people.


Racin’ Up in Vegas

tumblr_lyvu7d1kIp1qzbagvo1_500See how I did that?

Play on words? Wakin’ Up in Vegas, Katy Perry’s second big single/my next big race?

Okay, let me clear up the confusion.

So, in addition to wearing Bondi Bands, as a blogger, I applied to be part of their Ragnar Team in Vegas, which means I was only responsible for airfare.  I was chosen for one of their teams, and will be running with 5 other girls on one of their Ultra teams over a two-day, 200-mile period, and I cannot be any more thrilled.

The best part?

After I told Austin that I was planning on embarking on this ridiculous endeavor with 5 new friends (and then blogging about it), we decided to take a mini-moon to Vegas in November, and then plan our “real” honeymoon for late in 2015.  Now fun question for today!

I’m thinking Bora Bora or Hawaii.  Where should we honeymoon?