The Blonde Runs

Colorado lovin'


…the Healdsburg Wine Country Half Marathon

I was planning on a costume for this race. I wanted something fast, but clever. It turns out that I didn’t exactly wear a costume for the race afterall. I went as the boy’s girlfriend. Very supportive girlfriend. Very awesome girlfriend. Super star pacer girlfriend. The girlfriend who paced the boy into a 16 minute PR. The girlfriend who sacrificed a “race” day so she could run with a camera and photo-doc the whole event.

But this really isn’t about me. This is about the boy; and his great accomplishment. I probably shouldn’t mention that he is good at everything. Or, that he didn’t even train for this half marathon. The 8 mile run he did the week before and the measly 20 mile week he put in the week prior to that, hardly count. Especially since that is all the training he did for this little race. All. No more. Done. That’s it.

Yes, he is that spectacular. (Hi boyfriend! Are you reading this?!)

The boy and I arrived in sunny CA on Friday morning. I had never been to San Francisco before and I was super excited to see the sites! The boy humored me and we touristed Lombard Street, walked around Ghiradelli Square, the boardwalk, and drove over the Golden Gate Bridge.

Lombard Street

Ghiradelli Square (from afar)


Golden Gate Bridge

After a little sightseeing, we made our way north to Santa Rosa for hotel check-in and packet pick-up. At this point, I was toying with racing or running this for fun. If you’ve read that other blog of mine, you know that this has always been a struggle for me. I have always taken races entirely too seriously, and feel that, in many cases, I have missed out on the fun of the race: the entertainment, the scenery, my companions… I suppose I place too high of expectations on myself and want each race to be at a better time than the previous. Since I don’t race very often (only a handful a year), I want to take advantage of every race. In doing so, I know I’ve missed out on the enjoyment of running and racing.

So, when the topic of racing or running for fun came up with the boy, I was a little surprised with myself when I said I’d run it for fun. Yet it was also a relief. I just took an enormous amount of pressure off of myself. The pressure to run fast; do better than before; to PR. But afterall, the boy and I did register for this race together. Wouldn’t it be sweet if we ran it together too? Yes, I think so. I would even bring my camera. A first for me.

Race morning came early. 4:30 early. We drove out to the finish and shuttled to the start at Coppola Winery. It was a chilly 40 degrees.

But the sun came up and we made our way to the start, amid a race crowd of 2000; some costumed, but most not.

As mentioned before, the boy didn’t really train for this race. He has a history of couch to 1/2 marathons, which has left him with a 1:59 PR and some very sore legs the following day. Okay, okay, the history is really only one other 1/2 marathon. Now with this couch to 1/2, we can easily say he is making a name for himself…but, I wanted to help pace him to a new PR.

The first few miles were conversational. It was cold and it was probably the only thing we could do to stay warm. As keeper of the watch, the only watch now that I stole from the boy until I get a new one that we share between us, I was fortunate to be glancing at the pace. A habit I will never break, as a number whore. Typcially, sub-8:00. I wasn’t sure if we were pushing too hard for him or not, but I figured he would say something otherwise. Or, he would just push through no matter what. I kept talking and taking pictures.

This was a fairly hilly course with undulating ups and downs. At about the halfway point, we were warming up nicely. And our pace was maintaining at 7:53. I kept thinking through the pace and the overall time, and knew we were well ahead of breaking his previous PR. Crushing it, really. At mile 9, I casually said, “hey, guess what, you’re gonna PR today.” More pictures.

I asked how he was feeling. Cramps in his legs. He dug in for the final 5k; the final hills. I told him we should hold hands and cross the finish line together in victory. He chuckled. I was mostly serious.

We crossed the finish holding hands, arms raised, in 1:44 and some change! A 16 minute PR for the boy! I am so proud!

We enjoy the accomplishment drinking, and being merry at the post-race wine festival. To the victor, goes the spoils…

For the remainder of the trip, we discuss his strong dislike for running, but his natural ability to do well at it; the fact that with essentially no training, he is within 5 minutes of my own 1/2 marathon PR! I told him to start training so he could pace me from now on!



…Halloween weekend and needs a costume!

The boy and I are racing the Healdsburg Wine Country Half Marathon, next Saturday, the 29th. We’ll, I should say that I’ll technically be the one racing. The boy has been traveling so much, that training hasn’t really been a top priority; and I can’t blame him! Although, he did start quasi-running a bit, just so he wouldn’t have a DNS. I think that’s more demoralizing than me beating him! Granted, since he is very capable of running a couch to half-marathon (as proven in the past), I’m a little nervous that with just a smidge of training, he very well could beat me! Yikes…

Even though there would be no convincing the boy to wear a costume for the race, I, on the other hand, would love to! However, I am finding this to be tricky. I want a simple enough costume that won’t hinder me from copious amounts of speed. And I want it cheap enough, because, when will I really wear it again?


1. Hare/Tortoise: I would just need a bunny ears headband and a turtle shell. But the shell could weigh me down. And the ears could cost me an extra few seconds.

2. Rainbow Bright: I have blue shorts and shirt. I just need rainbow knee high socks/belt and a read headband. Easy.

3. Wonder Woman: I would just need blue running buns with white stars on them and a cape. But the cape could slow me down.

4. Waldo: This is what I’m going to be at school this year. I don’t know if the hat and glasses would annoy me during the race, though.

All this to say, I’m not really sure what I want to race in! So, I’d love your suggestions too!