Off the Record

My definition of a successful race has changed dramatically in the past 27 years. When I was forced to run the timed mile in elementary school, I deemed the event successful if I could finish before gym ended without scuffing up my Keds. When I ran the occasional charity 5K in high school, I declaredContinue reading “Off the Record”

Running Smarter

There are a lot of things in this life I’m not smart about – petting stranger dogs, wearing an O’s shirt to Friday night’s Yankees game, remaining an Orioles fan after that brutal triple play – but when it comes to racing, I’ve started to learn a thing or two. You know how I know?Continue reading “Running Smarter”

The Dreadmill and Me

There are people in this world who swear by treadmills, and while I mean no offense by this, I assume they’re the same kinds of people who swear by lima beans and child trafficking and cats. I realize running on treadmills has its benefits – pacing, convenience, climate and built-in Property Brothers marathons if youContinue reading “The Dreadmill and Me”

Guest Post: My Long Term Relationship with Running

Note from the real RiledUpRunner: Below is a guest post from my girl Meredith, who you might remember from that time I went to Austin, Texas, and gained 45 delicious pounds. You may also remember her from that time she threw me an “Anne no longer has mono!” celebration dubbed AnniePalooza, the time she letContinue reading “Guest Post: My Long Term Relationship with Running”

Negativity for the Win

The official race results are in, and while I’m pleased as heck to have knocked a full six minutes off my half marathon PR on what was undeniably the hilliest course of my life, the results show me something else that makes me even prouder: I negative split the course. For all you non-runners outContinue reading “Negativity for the Win”

Be Sure to Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair

You know what I hate? When you show up at a party and some bitch is wearing the same exact outfit. Of course, by hate, I mean love. And by party, I mean half marathon. And by bitch, I mean best friend for almost 21 years. So basically, that whole sentence was completely incorrect. LikeContinue reading “Be Sure to Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair”