In Her Shoes

Tackling my bucket list, one half marathon at a time.


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Meet Mila Anne

Yep, I’m still alive and livin’, just haven’t had time to blog lately.

And why is that? Because I’M AN AUNT!

Mila Anne Cabalka was born at 8:27pm on Thursday, June 13th. I am in love with my little niece! And we have the same initials! BFF's already.

Mila Anne Cabalka was born at 8:27pm on Thursday, June 13th. I am in love with my little niece! And we have the same initials! BFF’s already.

BFFs from the start

BFFs from the start

My brother got to celebrate his first Father's Day on Sunday. Mila wore the perfect outfit for the occasion.

My brother got to celebrate his first Father’s Day on Sunday. Mila wore the perfect outfit for the occasion.

I wouldn't be exaggerating one bit if I said this is the cutest family on the planet. Lauren (my sister-in-law), Mila and Jeremy (brother)

I wouldn’t be exaggerating one bit if I said this is the cutest family on the planet. Lauren (my sister-in-law), Mila and Jeremy (brother)

I am always so busy during the week so I haven’t seen Mila much. I’m already going through withdrawal. So I plan on spending plenty of quality time with her this weekend. AND she gets to meet her Uncle Bennet tonight! This girl is the most loved human already.

Alright, I’ll stop drooling over my niece now.

Of course, I’ve thrown running into the mix as well. Last weekend I ran the Rock ‘n’ Sole and did the entire thing with my friend Mel. I skipped out on my long runs the 2 previous weekends, so I went into this half a tad nervous. But I seriously felt great. Miles 1-10 were a cinch. The last 3 weren’t pretty, but that’s when Mel came to rescue and pushed me along. I sure do love that girl.

My running bud for life

My running bud for life

Happy weekend, friends. Enjoy the beat: 


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Love Wins in this Love/Hate Relationship

This past weekend was the Madison Half Marathon. It was full of gloriousness and lots of…not gloriousness.

The running fun started on Friday at the race expo, where Krista (and the Rock ‘n’ Sole people) convinced me to sign up for yet ANOTHER half in 3 weeks in Milwaukee. I mean…why not, right?Rock 'n' Sole lured us in

The fun continued Saturday night when a chunk of our Saturday morning running group got together for a pre-race meal at Mel and Tim’s house. We ate delicious food, listened to funny stories from Mel’s English “mum”, Irene, and talked about our goals for the following morning.

Left to right: Krista, Mel, myself and Tim

Pre-race group shot: Krista, Mel, myself and Tim

Mel, Tim, Krista and I woke up bright and early Sunday morning to meet near the start line. The four of us started together, but Krista and Tim quickly pulled away. Mel is my running twin. We always (freakishly) have similar races and we mesh so well on our training runs. We’ve both been dying to run sub-2 hour halves for as long as we can remember. I finally did it a few weeks ago in Iowa City and this was Mel’s race to do it. We stayed together for the first 6.5 miles until I started dragging. I just wasn’t feeling it so I told her to go ahead without me. I’m so glad she did…she ran a 1:58:07!! I’m still so happy for her.

As for me, it wasn’t my best race…it wasn’t my worst. I finished at 2:05:03. As awesome as it was to run another race in my hometown, it wasn’t awesome that we had to run the largest hills in Madison. To make matters worse, I’m pretty sure I had a strand of strep throat, but there was no way I was throwing my medal and $75 registration fee in the trash. I was running that race no matter what. I was hoping to break 2 hours again, which is where my frustration comes from.

When I take a step back and think about this race, I am so torn. I absolutely hate running. It’s stupid. It’s frustrating. It’s hard. I hate paying for races (they can get so freaking expensive). I hate stressing out over the weather the days leading up to the race.  I hate waking up at the crack of dawn to go for a run. And I absolutely hate the feeling at miles 11 and 12 where I just want to break down, give up and walk the rest of the way.

But then again…running is the best. I love the feeling of standing in the race corral, listening to the countdown. I love the extra boost of energy you get when you see friends along the course cheering you on.

**Pause for a hot minute: I had the best cheering section ever for the Madison Half: Lauren, Jeremy, Emily & Bennet. I saw them 4 times on the course and each time they were screaming bloody murder at me. I’m a lucky girl.

Bennet, myself, and Emily. Jeremy and Lauren dipped out before we could take a group shot.

Bennet, myself, and Emily. Jeremy and Lauren dipped out before we could take a group shot.

Resume…

I love when you’re struggling and a stranger pats you on the back as they pass you. Or vice versa. No words need to be exchanged…you know what that pat meant. I love crossing the finish line–regardless of time. And I love the medals. But the best part? Running friends. There is nothing better than waking up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning for a training run…and realizing you don’t have to do it alone. And then you spend the next 2 hours chatting the miles away to the point that you don’t even realize you’ve cruised through 10 miles.

I have been fortunate to meet the best people in the Madison running community. These strangers became running mates who have become friends. The pros of this sport definitely outweigh the cons.

Post race group shot