Author Archives: Tamara

Amazing … look close and see the word spelled out on this paint …

The night runs were pretty uneventful and sort of passed in a blur … around 12:30 we headed to our hotel in Hyannis for a couple of hours. We had a 2 floor suite with a jacuzzi tub & shower … Continue reading →

Friday am … picked up at 8am for race briefing at 9. Met the other part of my team in van 1 … organized our gear … think I may have over-packed but honestly, I used just about everything I … Continue reading →

Getting picked up at 8am and heading to Plymouth for the start of the Ragnar Relay … my approx run times are noon, 9:30pm and 6am Saturday … was warned that “wolves” could be out but I’m thinking they must … Continue reading →

Rode 6.86 miles tonight with a 5.8 mph average … Rode with Gretch, Ken & Paul … and yeah, we stopped and chatted often, it was a fun social ride just as it should be. Gretchen & Ken were SLOW … Continue reading →

I have learned that there is no failure in running, or in life, as long as you keep moving. It’s not about speed and gold medals. It’s about refusing to be stopped. You might find that one particular direction proves … Continue reading →

I don’t know whether this is a true story or not … it could be … but more important is the lesson & meaning, it shows that little things do matter – maybe not to you but it might to … Continue reading →

Almost made it through the weekend behaving myself but decided hell with that and went for sushi & saki … had way too much of the fine saki (from a box) but it tasted sooooo good with the sushi, I … Continue reading →

Practice at 8am … small practice – there were about 10 of us. Everyone had relatively short runs from 5-7 miles. I had 6. The course was a 2.5 loop. As I was running and thinking about wanting to be … Continue reading →

Practice moved to 8 am starting this morning … and I’m ready. A couple of my friends are doing the 5k Run For Your Life … hoping they stay human and don’t come back as zombies – that would sure … Continue reading →