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Whiskey Run 5K 3/11/18

I haven’t done an “official” 5k since I did Running With The Cows back in May of 2016. Actually, last year the only race I did was the Longview half. Haha I don’t get to race very often, so it’s pretty exciting when I do! πŸ™‚ Plus this one was even more exciting because my dad did it with me! It was his first official 5k and that’s so super awesome!!

But before we get to how the Whiskey 5k went for the two of us yesterday, I need to talk about what I did on Saturday, and how apparently it wasn’t as bad as an idea as I thought it would have been.

So. Saturday. The day before the Whiskey Run. My dad had to drive from Colorado to Kansas, which is an 11 ish hour drive. I’m sure that wasn’t an ideal way to spend the day before your first 5k race, but he’s a truck driver so I suppose he’s used to it. Plus this whole thing was kind of his idea! Haha you see, while I was in Colorado I told him about it and he said it was the perfect race for him! First off, he enjoys whiskey. Second, the race is in Martin City, and Martin is his last name (and it was mine as well until I got married πŸ˜‰ ). So he told me to sign us up and obviously I did. So he ended up getting to my house at midnight on Sunday morning. Not ideal, but hey, we made it work. πŸ™‚

I on the other hand, ended up going out on Saturday night with Luke, his brother, and his brother’s girl friend. To a bar. To play pool. So not my thing… I enjoy a little bit (or sometimes a lot hahaha) of drinking every once in a while, but I definitely don’t do it often. Especially not the night before a race! Or long run, or hard workout, or the night before I know I need to be up super early. I could keep going. πŸ˜‰ And I’m terrible and pool and don’t particularly enjoy playing it. But Luke really wanted me to go and I’m glad that I did. We all had a pretty good time and spent more time talking than playing pool, which was good, because like I said, I’m terrible at it. Luke and I also devoured a plate of cheese fries and an order of mozzarella sticks. So with all of that on top of the 4 or 5 beers I had, Luke and I joked all night that I was “carb loading”. Because you know, totally necessary to do that before a 5k. And obviously beer and cheese fries are the way to go! πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰



Oh man, it was a fun night though. And Luke and I ended up getting to our house about 5 minutes before my dad did, so that worked out nicely. πŸ™‚

I made my dad some food, we all hung out for about half an hour or so, and then the three of us decided we needed to go to bed. Luke had to work in the morning, my dad and I had to be up at 6 am, and oh, did I mention daylight’s savings happened Sunday morning? So we lost an hour of sleep. Terrific…

Setting my alarm for 6 am was slightly demoralizing knowing that in 4 short hours I would need to be awake. And actually waking up to that alarm was pretty sucky. But after initially waking up, the race day excitement kicked in and everything was fine after that. πŸ™‚ And I mean, coffee and a Honey Stinger waffle definitely helped.



Plus I do kind of have a pre race routine, which starts the day before. I set my coffee maker, decide what I’m having for breakfast, lay out all of my gear, and just make sure everything will be as easy as possible in the morning. I had taken care of all of that stuff the day before and I’m very glad that I did! But this time was a little different because now I had another person I needed to worry about. So at 6 am I got up, turned on the coffee maker, woke up my dad, got dressed, made both of us coffee, made sure we both ate a little something, and were ready to leave at 7. It all ended up going very smoothly, which was nice. πŸ™‚


The outfit I had planned on wearing. And I did wear it haha. But it was a lot colder than I thought it was going to be thanks to a lot of wind, so I had to wear a hoodie over my super pretty St. Patrick’s Day shirt.

We got to the starting line about an hour and a half early, so we ended up finding a parking space very easily. While we were driving on part of the course we found port-o-potties, and the tent where the post run breakfast was being held (it was a few blocks away from the start/finish line, so that walk made a nice cool down haha). After we parked we picked up our packets and went straight back to the car to put on our bibs and timing chips because it was pretty cold and windy out. Not ideal for standing around in, but I’ll gladly take cold and cloudy weather for a race any day. πŸ™‚ Luckily for my dad, I’ve done this a few times before and made sure to grab him some safety pins at the packet pick up booth because he completely forgot haha. Also explained that the bib goes on the front of your shirt and that some people (i.e. me before my very first half) obsess over making it perfectly straight. I’m very much over that though. πŸ˜‰


My kinda crooked bib number.

Once that was all taken care of, we hung out in the nice, warm car for a while, watching all of the other runners arrive. We actually watched the people who ended up being the overall male and female winners warming up. Turns out they are married and both won a bottle of whiskey so that’s pretty cool! Party at their house, right? πŸ˜‰

Anyway, around 8:00, half an hour before start time, I had to pee (of course πŸ˜‰ ). So we set out to brave the cold and wind to get in line for a port-o-potty. There was only one at the start line though, so we walked a few blocks down to the port-o-potties by the buffet tent. I’m glad we did! That was a nice little warm up for us and there was no line for those haha! After that we were both pretty cold, so we warmed up in the car again for a few minutes and then we lined up at the start/finish line!


We are both slow runners, so we lined up at the back and we actually didn’t even hear the national anthem playing, but about midway through we noticed that people at the front had their hats off and their hands over their hearts, so we followed suit along with a few others in the back. We did hear the announcer counting down though! Everyone started surging forward, we crossed the timing mat, and my dad took off like a bat out of hell!

Holy cow I was not ready for that! As someone who’s race a few times, has been running for a few years, and has read several books on the subject, I now know that it’s best to start off all races conservatively. I told my dad that, he didn’t care, the first half mile was hell haha. Especially since my stomach wasn’t feeling all that happy after the beer and cheese fries the night before…

So throughout the first mile we kept getting separated. We were doing run/walk intervals and I was trying to take the run intervals somewhatΒ conservatively at first, but my dad would take off and start weaving between people. Eventually I told him that that was fine and I’d just catch up to him once he started feeling terrible and was regretting going out so fast, so I just started doing my own thing haha. Well, until he started talking shit! As we were closing in on mile two he told some lady that I was half his age and couldn’t keep up. Oh hell no! At that point I was feeling better and my stomach had settled so I planned on taking off! Haha we ended up getting kinda separated by a police officer on a motorcycle who was in front of the lead runner and I never saw my dad when I decided to take off.

So we ended up running most of mile two without each other, but that’s what he gets for starting out too fast! πŸ˜‰ I ended up seeing him at a turn around as I was leaving the water station and he was going through it. When I saw him I yelled “hey slow-poke” to get his attention,and I slowed down and he spend up and eventually caught me. By that point he was huffing, puffing, and wanting to take longer walking breaks, so we did. Haha I made fun of him the whole time though, telling him that now I felt great and that he should have listened to me at the beginning. It was all in good fun though.

During the last mile I realized that I did feel really good though! Like, freaking fantastic! At that point I got super duper excited about everything that is to come for me, running wise. I’ve got another 5k in May and I’m already signed up to do the Longview Half for the 4th year in a row, and I cannot wait to see what training for that will bring!

Anyway, we ended up walking the uphills during the last mile, and absolutely killing it on the downhills. I might have been pushing the pace a little bit. Plus running down hill with reckless abandoned is one of my favorite pass times. Plus did I mention how amazing I felt?Β  Haha my dad was still huffing and puffing, but he was a total trooper and kept up with me during my downhill escapades!

At the very end we were just behind this other guy and my dad goes “Ashley, we’re beating him”. Now in the back of my mind I started thinking that shooting past someone else at the finish line is kinda bad race etiquette, when you’re not really fighting for any particular place (I could be wrong about that, but I’m pretty sure I read that somewhere). But I was caught up in the moment, felt amazing, and now it was my turn to take off like a bat out of hell! I crossed the finish line feeling super strong and my dad came in about 2 seconds behind me! Not bad!! All in all I’d say my dad’s first 5k was a total success!


Anyone remember me saying that my goal for Running With The Cows is 38 minutes? This result makes that feel a whole hell of a lot more doable than I had originally thought! πŸ™‚

Well, kind of. You see, my dad has this old injury in his calf, and that stunt at the finish line ended up irritating in. So apparently he was in a lot of pain crossing the finish line and spent the rest of the day limping around on it. Haha and I spent the rest of the day joking about how this means he obviously needs to start running more and should definitely do more races with me. πŸ˜‰

Anyway, at the finish line we took some photos on my phone, a race photographer took some photos of us with the KC Running Company trailer, we got and enjoyed our shot of whiskey, and we talked to a few people. Haha mostly because they were concerned about my dad who was obviously in pain and limping around. Ah man, I love runners. In general we tend to be some really awesome people. πŸ™‚


After hanging out at the finish line for a little bit we started making our way to the buffet tent. Although very slowly, because my dad couldn’t walk very fast on his hurt leg. I talked to a really nice kid (he was probably 17 or 18) about how much fun this race was and how finishing times didn’t matter and that having fun was the most important thing. That’s pretty much my philosophy for all things running, so I totally agreed! He was a very cool guy. πŸ™‚ By that time I was really feeling that shot of whisky haha. I don’t drink a lot of hard liquor so it tends to affect me pretty fast. Apparently even more so after running! So I was one happy camper heading to that breakfast buffet!

Once we finally go there we filled up our plates with bacon, eggs, sausages, and potatoes. Yum!! My dad also got biscuits and gravy. Gross… πŸ˜‰ Sat down and enjoyed our breakfast! And it was really good!! πŸ™‚ Jack Stacks did not disappoint!


On our way out we both grabbed some coffee for our not-so-long, but definitely slow walk back to the car. On our way home we stopped at Target so my dad could get some Epsom salt and I grabbed a Kombucha which I definitely enjoyed in the shower. πŸ˜‰ When I was done my dad took his Epsom salt bath, we both napped (haha the 4 hours of sleep we both got was definitely catching up to us), and then around 5 pm my dad had to leave. He had to work today so he couldn’t stay any longer.


We both had a great time and I think I might have convinced my dad to become a runner! I sure hope so, anyway! πŸ˜‰

I hope you had a good weekend!





I Believe My Streaking Days Have Come To An End

And like, 2 days after my optimistic and yet slightly delusional “half way there” post. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

But oh man, this morning I woke up feeling pretty miserable. I mean, I was just so exhausted that I legit woke up at 7 am and just sat on my couch doing nothing for 2 hours. At that point I decided I should probably do a little bit of soul searching, take inventory of my body and mind, and decide if this is something I should even continue do.

After doing a little bit of thinking, I realized I’ve kinda been tired for a while. I’ve also felt sore and achy in some places I normally wouldn’t considering what I’ve been doing. I’ve been constantly hungry and look like I might have gained some weight (although I think most of that just might be water retention).I feel like I might be coming down with a cold. I haven’t been sleeping well and for the last week or two I haven’t really been able to run more than 3 miles. Sounds kinda like symptoms of over-training, right? Haha yeah, well my stubborn ass didn’t realize that until this morning. And even then (and now) I was kind of unsure about whether or not I actually need a break from running, or if this is something I should continue to work through. Especially since I really haven’t done all that much running over the last two weeks. But after I decided that I was going to take a short break from running I didn’t even feel upset or disappointed about ending the streak. I felt relived. And that pretty much told me everything I needed to know. πŸ˜‰

So did I learn anything during this crazy streaking adventure? As a matter of fact I did! I learned to push through physical discomfort in a way that I hadn’t before (and what kind I should and shouldn’t try to run through πŸ˜‰ ). I learned not to use long, busy days as an excuse not to run. I learned that cross training really helps with recovery and soreness and my legs actually felt a lot better the day after I did it. And possibly most importantly, I’ve learned that, at least at this point in my running career, that streaking is not for me haha. I need at least a day or 2 off from running every week in order to recover and be able to function properly. πŸ˜‰


So now it’s time for a break! A break from running, tracking food, workout scheduled, and goals! I kind of already did that in November after my half marathon, but now seems like a good time to do it again. Especially with all of the holiday festivities going on. πŸ™‚ I do need to figure out and come up with goals I want to work towards in 2018, but I’ll worry about all of that later.

Alrighty then! Now that’s all taken care of and figured out, lets take look at my top 9 Instagram posts of 2017!


Haha oh man, my hair’s been on quite the journey this year! It started out the year super long and natural colored, with my signature blonde streak. Then I cut it super short. Then I dyed it black. And now it’s more medium length hahah. Oh yeah, and I did some running stuff too. πŸ˜‰ Funny how a photo from my half marathon last year made it into my top 9, but one from this year didn’t haha. Probably because I looked much happier to be at mile 11 last year than I did this year. Seriously though, lets compare…


Mile 11 of the Longview Half Marathon, 2015, 2016, and 2017. Let’s play a fun game called “guess which years I was having fun and which year I was not!” I like to think it’s pretty obvious. πŸ˜‰ But I’ve finished that damn half 3 years in a row and I plan on continuing to do so! At least I’ve managed to keep that streak alive and will hopefully be able to continue to for years to come. πŸ™‚

Well that was a fun little trip down memory lane, but I think I’m done for today. I have a full day of doing absolutely nothing in front of me and I plan on taking full advantage of it!

Happy happy happy Thursday!!

~ Ashley


I’m Capable Of More Than I’ve Ever Imagined

So this is just a little something that I posted on instagram last night, but I wanted to share it here with you guys as well! πŸ™‚ It’s kinda short, sweet, and too the point, but I’ve found that somethings are better that way.


“The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
-John Bingham ✨

5 years ago if you would have told me I was going to become a dedicated runner I would have laughed in your face. I was never an athletic person and found running to be some kind of awful torture forced upon us by gym teachers and coaches.

3 years ago if you would have told me in just a year I’d cross the finish line of my first half marathon I would have called you crazy. Sure I was a “runner” (back then I wasn’t so sure about that though), but I was slow and running was painful and I thought I’d never be able to cover more than 5 miles.

Now here I am in the middle of 2017. I’m training for my 3rd half marathon, a 6 mile interval workout has quickly become one of my all time favorites, and I don’t even bat an eye when I see a 10 mile run on my training plan. Running can still be painful, I’m still slow, and some days I absolutely hate it. But I’ve proven to myself time and time again that I’m capable of more than I’ve ever imagined. I just had to find the courage to start. And once I did, I realized that I could do anything as long as I kept moving forward. πŸƒπŸ»β€β™€οΈ