Friday, December 2, 2016


I believe in the off-season. But I also have a very hard time with it. I’m very all or nothing, all the rules or none of the rules. That means off-season often ends up as a free-for-all that leaves me feeling more exhausted than I did during my peak training weeks. This life of wine covered brownies does have a silver lining though, I get so sick of myself and my butt imprint on the couch, that I can barely wait for the routine and discipline of training.

But after this off-season (3 weeks) I tried to return to running only to find myself very, very beat up. I was limping home after 2.5 miles. Surprise, surprise! All those painful imbalances didn’t right themselves after a hard 26.2 and three weeks of Ben & Jerrys on my couch. So weird, right?

Confused, I thought, maybe I should just add another week to off season. But after a few attempts I just couldn’t crawl back into my eating pants. I was so, so sick of myself. I needed to adjust my December plan. It wasn’t time to get back to base building mileage quite yet, it was time to get into foundation building. In case it’s not obvious, I know nothing about houses so in this analogy the foundation building is the planning, design, and digging part and ground packing part. Basically lining up the firm foundation to put the first wall skeleton. And the wall skeleton is mileage.

The new December plan? Running every other day to stay sane, working with a PT to figure out the pinched feeling in my right groin (?) and outer hip, returning to the exercise list that got me to NYC standing up, and I'm challenging myself to a #hitresetstreak. I’ve found no better translator between me and my body than Jasyoga, and every time I actually commit daily time to Hit Reset I can feel the difference. It’s time to break up the strange, rigid alliances my body is delicately leaning on. Some walls might need to come down to build a more solid house.

At first I thought I’d Julie and Julia my way through the month doing every single video. But now my plan is to take what I know I need to work on while also listening everyday to what my body needs. And to find at least one video a week that I’ve never done. Like yesterday I did Hip Strength/Stability. So good. I'll also use routines from Hit Reset Book. Only rule? Must commit at least 5 minutes a day. 

I’m looking ahead to January 1st, knowing that I can create a lot of positive change in 31 days when I actually do the work every day. I saw it in 3.5 weeks before NYCM, I believe, and now I just need to remind myself of that every day. You in?

Sunday, November 27, 2016


Let’s file running the NYCM in the professional field is an item I didn’t even know I could add to my bucket list and now it’s there with a big checkmark. It was an incomparable experience, and in many ways felt more exclusive than the Olympic Trials. No one takes care of elite athletes like New York. Every race (I’m looking at you OT) should take a page out of their playbook. It was on another level.

I’ve never stayed in the official race hotel, it was like in Almost Famous where all the greats are jamming in that one room, and that kid is tripping out because Robert Plant signed his shirt. You’re in the lobby and there’s Paula Radcliff, and Frank Shorter, Shalane, Amy and Desi, Molly Huddle and Kim Conley…

I tried so hard to play it cool, but it’s truly surreal to be eating oatmeal in the same room as the future winners of the NYC Marathon. Or sit behind Sara Hall in our mandatory clean sport meeting. Or to ride the bus to Staten Island chatting with Neely Spence Gracey. Or to be walking behind Amy Hastings Craigg and accidently give her a flat tire. Because I am tall and awkward!

The technical meeting is when my fresh, faux pro status shows the most. Everything they announce feels like a game show, where they are telling you what you won. There will be port-a-potties at the start! And you can keep your sweats on until the last minute! You’ll warm up in an indoor track training facilities with heat and real toilets! There will be chiropractors on site for final adjustments! I have to hold back from jumping up and down like a contestant on the Price is Right.

Like I said… I TRIED to play it cool. This means I didn’t ask anyone for an autograph or selfie until the third day. I cracked. I had Gwen Jorgensen sign my bib. I couldn’t help it! I’d been so good and she seemed even cooler in person. And I had to!! Dammit! I had to. And at the post-race celebration dinner all bets were off and my bib was like a yearbook by the end of it. 

The weekend was both packed with a whole lot of nothing, and a whole lot of everything. I stayed a block away from Times Square for four nights and never stepped foot inside it. Coming off the marathon, it’s so easy to look back and see how chill those days were, but in the moments before a key race I’m so hopped up everything has an edge of panic to it. Like I didn’t get my uniform checked in until 3 minutes before the deadline. How? I don’t even know.

My family was there, including Owen and PJ. They stayed in a hotel a few blocks away. And despite everyone telling me to not worry about it, I wanted to see my family all the time. I was pushing back guilty feelings about how much time I’d stolen from my own family for this race, for this sport. And after missing my goal by so much, I am still trying to come to peace with how I feel about what this sport asks of those around me. Or am I shouldering a guilt that doesn’t need to exist? I may never settle it. 

I also had a roommate, this was my first experience sharing my crazy with a stranger before a race. We didn’t speak the same language, and had one small misunderstanding the first day which gave me extreme social anxiety for the remainder of our time together. It was a good exercise for me in general, like okay you did your best to communicate, you were misunderstood, you made it right, move on. 

We got cards from local NYC classes. So cute.
I spent those lead up days in a low panic, at best feeling like an animal caged and ready to fight and at worst, like an imposter who should apologize at every turn. I couldn’t wait for the race to begin, for the chapter to find an ending or, even better, a resolution.

The pros all eat together in a huge ballroom. It’s the last stoic meal, the last meal before the race. The tension is always so weird. I am misplaced, I have no agent or coach to sit with. I slide into an open seat and nervously eat oatmeal. I brought my own maple syrup, a couple coaches laugh with me (at me)? Then it’s back to the room to grab my bag. All the pro women are on one bus, we filed on in the dark, our names checked off the list. I’m on first because I am a freak about being punctual. Neely sits next to me, saying she was hoping for someone to talk to. She likes to keep it chill until the gun, her mind off the race for the most part.

The sun rises as our bus rolls onto the streets of Manhattan. We have a police escort to the front and side of the bus. It’s silent, just the red lights flashing as we make our way out to the starting line. It takes over an hour. There’s a bathroom on the bus luckily, because we are all nervous and hydrated. 

The bus pulls to a stop in front of Ocean Breeze facility where we are to warm up until we reload and go to the start. I have no idea what to do, as per usual. I need my hamstring and abdominal muscles taped, so I get in the chiro line. Molly Huddle is getting adjusted. I get taped and have very little time. I jog a tiny bit, do my activation drills and it’s back on the bus.

The bus parks at the end of a residential street, we walk to the next staging area past quiet houses, and picket fences. There are port-a-potties and small area to warm up. I jog back and forth. Throw most of my sweats in the van, pee one more time and then we are called to the bridge. 

Suddenly, this is it. We are all on the Verrazano Bridge striding and shaking out. There are cameras everywhere. Circling Kim Conley as she stands, hands on hips. Following Sara Hall on her strides. Zooming in on Gwen Jorgenson shaking her quads out. Finally the last call. We are called to the line where we stand for another 10  or so minutes. It feels like time is stopped.

The music is blaring. I’m in a dream. Florence and the Machine Dog Days is filling my body. I’m somewhere outside my body, calm but detached. I know whatever happens today, the race is my celebration and tribute to the magic of this sport. To what it has taught me, what it’s shown me, the way it’s expanded my understanding of what is possible.

They count us down and the air horn sounds. We run. The crowd of the start is behind us. The music and announcer fades. It’s nothing but the flapping of our numbers in the wind, my own breathing and footfalls. Helicopters circle overhead. My hair comes unbraided immediately in the fierce wind and I have no other hair tie, rookie! So I ask the girls around me if any has a hair tie, just as I had planned in my race strategy. Har, har. No one does, so I attempt to make this one dinky little hair tie go around a ponytail, and figure if it breaks I can put all my hair in my hat.

Okay hair crisis over, bridge over. The chase group is scattered by mile 2 (or 3?) and for a mile or two it’s just me and this woman from Argentina. We don’t speak each other’s language at all, and she’s super aggressive in her communication yelling and pointing to the space beside her. Maybe she’s trying to pump me up? Maybe she thinks talking louder will help the blonde American? Either way, we manage to help each draft the wind at intervals.

Then my side stitch, which was there from the first step, is cranking hard. I already need to slow down. And my bottles somehow went Gatorade, Gatorade instead of Gatorade, water/gel and I’m throwing up acidic Gatorade into my mouth. Awesome. I say to Argentina, go. Go on without me.

I run alone. Between small groups. I see my sister in Brooklyn. I’m feeling better and so happy to see her face shoving through the crowd to yell. I am settling in, and adjusting my plans to the wind and the way my body is feeling. Beat up already.

I catch back up to Argentina in Williamsburg (?) and before we go under the bridge. But the wind isn’t as bad and she isn’t interested in helping each other. Then we head up the ramp to the bridge, she makes an UUUuuuuuugh noise, but the Spanish version and I drift away reluctantly. Silence. It’s strange after all the noise! A time to think, get calm (and apparently run as slow as molasses).

Then boom I’m on 1st Ave. It’s a party! It’s the best I feel the entire race despite the wind which is getting stronger (or I’m getting more tired). The Grand Marshall truck pulls along side me. Keeps stopping and starting. So I’m just cruising 1st Ave with Amy, Shalane and Desi cheering me on. Then there are trucks and motorcycles all around,  I realize the men must already be passing me. I try not to be disheartened. And also try not to get run over. Zoom - they blow past me. The trucks all follow and I’m alone again. And the high slowly leaves my body as I settle in to run the rest of the race alone. 

Although alone isn’t really alone with crowds like New York. I’ve never felt anything like the way NYC celebrates their marathon. As times I had to laugh, it was so surreal how pumped up people were! Screaming GO ROBINSON!!! Like I was their own favorite friend. And yes, I heard three solos of ‘here’s to you Mrs Robinson…’. Solid stuff New York. 


I am in the pain tunnel, testing the gas and tapping the breaks, figuring out how much to put out there and when. The city moving past in a blur. Through the haze, as I crossed into the Bronx a woman was there on the bridge alone, yelling in her big voice, “Welcome to the Bronx BAYBAY!” The wind whipping sideways, into her face.

Then finally the wind was behind me as I started toward the park. Some men were falling back to me and slower elite men were finally passing me. One kept grabbing his hamstring and screaming. I’d pass him, then he’d pass me. It was that stage of the marathon that just looks like a battlefield. I passed women and men who’d dropped out and were waiting for the sweep truck.

Then I was on 5th avenue hating life. I felt like someone was increasing the hill with every step I took, I’d look up and it was seem steeper then a second ago. The last 2 or 3 miles of New York were the longest miles I’ve ever run. I mean I hit a water stop at mile 25, that’s never a good sign. 


Every toddler on 5th Avenue I thought was PJ. PJ? PJ? They were in the park. I saw her and Owen! I yelled out, see you in a minute baby! I pushed down the sobs I wanted to let out and got down to finishing that race. I had started feeling very floaty, out of body, faint. I looked at my watch and was sad. But my focus was to finish, to be part of what I was doing. I didn’t want to slow a single step, I was afraid of any heart rate change would bring on the faint. 

Then standing slightly away from the crowd, was my very first friend, Shannon and her little boy. We’d met when I was in preschool, we were always in trouble together in ballet. She was my first best friend, and there she was yelling GO SARAH!! I couldn’t hold back my tears, I started crying and then forced myself to stop. Just finish this! Then I could cry all I wanted to. Race day rewards…

Out of the park, back into the park. I had no idea where the finish was. How was this still going? At this point in my haze, I kept thinking just break 3:00 for the love of all that is holy. Then I saw the finish line and sobbed with happiness. My time was 2:51:50, but I didn’t stop by watch until I could see again. 

The women were being awarded (flashback to Olympic Trials) as I crossed the line. Immediately I put my hands to my knees, head low. Trying not to black out. I walked that way to the tent, begging to lay down. Finally I was laid down in the med tent. My sister was with me. My lips purple, my face white as a ghost. I couldn’t sit up for awhile, I got calories in, I drank down two Gatorades. Finally I could sit up, I took off all my wet clothes and got into dry layers. 

PJ couldn’t wait to see me and we ate bananas together while I got my feet under me. I shuffled over to Whole Foods ate lunch with my family. Real life settled back in around me. No one was screaming GO ROBINSON!!! PJ was crawling all over me, and refusing to give Rebekah a kiss. I couldn’t lift with my hip flexors at all, but I made it to my hotel very slowly and laid down too tired to shower.

My roommate returned, explaining to me in the English she knew that she’d qualified for Worlds… and that not to worry I could also improve. She took a cold bath and encouraged me to do the same. But couldn’t summon the resolve to do cold therapy and took a steaming hot shower. 

My roommate Kellys Arias
My sister and mom attended the celebratory dinner with me. We had a great time, I was so happy to bring my mom there. I felt like it was the best thank you I could offer after all her years of cheering on my dreams. But nothing will ever be quite enough. Though watching her chat it up with Desi, I’m pretty sure I came close. 

Let your awkwardness shine at all times is my motto
The only thing I had planned aside from running the race was going to see comedy with my little sister. After dinner we headed to the Comedy Cellar, but were too late for the show we’d reserved. We ended up sitting front row in some other club and getting heckled by every single one of the 10 comedians while I tried not to fall asleep in my “nachos”. Never has fake orange squeeze-cheese and stale corn chips ever tasted so good.

I rolled into bed at 1am, with the skyline of New York twinkling below. Chapter over. I thought I’d be satisfied in some way after that finish line, but I wasn’t. Not in some sad, desperate way, just that even in my exhaustion I couldn’t wait to feel the pavement under my feet again. And even if 2:42 is the fastest I’ll ever run 26.2, I still want to keep racing the marathon because I have to know… what is possible?


Did you make it this far? Are you my mother? Sorry about all the TV screen shots! And if you took one of the pics, please let me know I'll shout you out. I couldn't back track all shots.


David Monti
New York City Marathon
My wonderful family
New York City
Stephanie Bruce
NW Sports Rehab
Foundation Performance + Mike Silva
Stance Run Socks


I am one lucky runner! xo


Tuesday, November 15, 2016


A little less than 4 weeks before NYCM* I had that moment you really, really want to avoid during marathon ramp-up. My tight hamstring had been complaining since Sunday’s long run. I didn’t know what I was listening for and so went out for my ‘easy 8’ that Monday. Only to walk in the last 800m. I randomly had a massage scheduled and so go into that at night. The next day, no difference. Cut my run at 2 miles and did Jasyoga. Wednesday I warmed up along the Foothills Trail for a big 20 mile workout, hamstring tight but not debilitating. Then as I pushed off to start my workout, I was stopped dead in my tracks. Sharp pain struck the belly of the muscle. I limped the 3 miles back to my car, unable to jog.

As I did my runner’s walk of shame I decided then and there this was a bump in the road. Not a road block. I turned my cap around backwards so I could fully see the day, the bright leaves, the clouds. I pulled my shoulders back. Whatever this was, it was what it was, no crying or sulking was going to change that. 

I got in the car and called a chiropractor/PT I’d heard good things about. I called Steph and told her the hammy twinge was now a full blown issue. I got home and dug into my ‘office’ work. When I started stressing, I made a list of things I could and could not control. I could not heal my hamstring overnight, I could not go back in time and see the warning signs. I could dedicate myself to getting better and stronger. I could make a cross training plan (after seeing the PT). I could concentrate on my nutrition. I could meditate.

I got into the PT the next day, and he told me it was a level one hamstring strain. I ended up taking five days off. Everything aggravated the hot spot. I swam with arms only on two days, and otherwise dedicated my time to the exercises he’d given me.  I went in every other day for ART, graston, etc. And on that Sunday, slowly resumed training. Instead of the scheduled 22, I did 8 miles running and an hour on the elliptical. 

Side note: after seeing a more specialized running PT I think this was more groin related than actual hamstring. There’s a muscle that wraps around and often is misdiagnosed as hammy. BUT either way the cause was the same, my glutes weren’t working, the imbalance eventually lead to one leg working for two and blowing out a smaller muscle that wasn’t equipped to carry the load.

You know what causes an actual revival in the dedication to the little stuff? Injury. Sucks, because if we listened to our bodies and committed the time before the imbalances got worse and became injuries … well let’s just say a lot of PTs would be short on business.

The silver lining here was this, I had four weeks to turn myself around and work on building a truly functional posterior chain. I finally understood that imbalance will catch up with you, and how to recognize and adapt to an imbalance I hadn’t dealt with before. But you're the real silver lining here! You can be not like me. Do the opposite. Really listen to your coach, your PT, your own body and avoid the week (month) off. Below is the advice I wish I’d put into action:

Skip :20 minutes of an easy run or your second run and commit it to core/glute routine. Marathoners, what breaks down at the end of a race? Nope it’s not your cardio capability. It’s your body. Get stronger, run fast longer.

But if you’re like me, you barely have time for the run you do everyday. It’s very hard to find extra time. Oh, being injured? That added hours to my day, and took $$ out of my pocket. Steal from your easy miles if you are short on time. Strength and balance > junk miles.

No one told me this, but I’m saying it. It goes hand-in-hand with the above advice. Yes, you need to hit mileage to run a strong marathon, but don’t get so obsessed with your weekly mileage that you don’t get to the starting line. Who cares if you did 80 miles in September if you’re on the injury bench on race day? If you feel imbalances, listen and adapt. Being flexible will get your farther than being rigid. 

Note: my peak mileage for CIM was 67, my peak mileage for NYCM was 78. Just sayin.

One day down is sometimes how you stay up. I’d never had hamstring issues before, so I do think I listened as well as I could have without the first hand knowledge. Every setback is an opportunity to get to know your body. To learn the difference between pain and injury. 

Consistency is powerful. I dedicated an hour every day for four weeks to the exercises I was given. I did activation before every single run. I did Jasyoga at least 3 x a week. Even if it was the #5minreset. I feel stronger and more balanced than ever. And bonus, I actually have a 2 pack ab situation going on. That’s after less than four weeks. It works. Do it every damn day. 


Bottom line: I was loading an unbalanced body, it was only a matter of miles before something gave. I’m glad I had time to right the ship. I felt confident, strong and thankful coming into New York. Getting to the starting line is truly a big part of the battle when you’re a marathoner. I felt super fit and was excited to see what my new found booty could do.

The people that got me to the starting line healthy, and even a little stronger than before.

NW Sports Rehab** (Washington)
They got me in the next day and worked with me to get me back on the roads fast. They gave me a warmup I’ll use for years to come and really understood what I needed to get training ASAP and finish that race strong. They also let my toddler play in the waiting room (supervised by my FIL).

Foundation Performance (Rhode Island)
Mike Silva is that ideal combination of detective, problem solver and magician that every runner needs. Doesn’t hurt that he’s worked with basically every big name in the biz, from Shalane to Molly. And only for him would I try dry needling. Seriously, can barely type those words.
Human Body Works (Washington)
A masseuse that digs deep, and understands athletes. She even traveled with Team USA to Rio. Highly recommend to any runner in the South Sound.

Jasyoga (Global)
This is getting a separate post. Everything Erin teaches aligns directly with what my chiropractor and Mike Silva said. Everything. This is truly yoga for athletes. Seriously, I tell Erin to increase the membership rate every time I do a video. It’s under $5 a month!! It’s a crime against your runner body not to join.

Addaday (Global)
Much like glute bridges, I “believed” in rolling. My obsession with their stick rollers is real. They have gears that actually dig in and make a difference.

Steph Bruce (Badassville)
If Steph told me to go stand on my head in the backyard for :30 a day I would. She wouldn’t say that. But I follow this woman’s word verbatim, no questions asked. Okay some questions asked. But her calm guidance keeps me in the world of the sane. 

* This blog was written before NYCM and altered after, it's not an excuse why I ran a 2:51, I still am processing how that was truly my best on the day... I'll let you know if I figure anything out.
** Their site is down, so this is a Yelp link.

Friday, October 28, 2016


I’m tapering. Bringing the story of the last three months to a fine point. I’ve got my eyes focused (softly) on November 6th.

This is the time to look back at the training and find all the silver linings. To remember the strong moments. Really remember how they felt and why. Channel those. To find the mantra to pound out.  Channel that. Not to dull the point with wouldacoudashoudas. Dismiss those.

On the other side of the finish line we can talk pros and cons, what went wrong and right, how to get better. But right now is a time to look at only the pros, and build up ourselves mentally and physically. To remember to how lucky we are to get to run for fun, what a wonderful privilege to be able to spend hours of weeks sharpening our bodies to see how fast we can run the miles.

Breathe in, breathe out. And hand me a F$%&ing bagel.

Thursday, October 20, 2016


It was a dark and rainy Sunday morning. I'd just finished a long workout on the Foothills Trail. I took a sink shower in the cold, grimy trail bathroom and pulled out the best change of clothes from my backpack. Fresh Oiselle, still in the bag. The Tall Classic Lesley Tights. Yesss.

I pulled those tights up, and hello, tights! Like actual ankle covering tights. Tights are typically long crops on me. (Humble brag?) Not so with the Tall Classic Lesley Tights. In fact, I usually size up as far as possible to get my tights longer. But in Lesley, I'd somehow ordered a 2 (I'm a 4) and they were still long enough

Quick stats: I'm just under 5'10", I'm not 'all legs' but have to buy long/tall in all my pants (J.Crew, Topshop, Gap...).

I got in my car, and texted Sally immediately. I believe the text was... "this season's Lesley Tights are sexy AF!!" Because they are. They have this smooth, svelte feel to them. A very all business, technical fabric feel. They have a secure hug and are so beyond opaque you could squat all damn day and never see through. They come up high, hitting right where I personally find pants to be most flattering. Plus they come in tall, petite and regular for a perfect fit.

Honestly, I didn't even notice the stitching was reflective until maybe the third time I wore them. But of course Lesley would have that saucy little after dark secret. 

Does a booty good too...accidental gratuitous butt shot

Despite their debut as my post-workout pants, these are my business tights. These are the tights I wear when I want to feel my toughest before a workout. These will be my go-to running tights in the winter. They aren't my errand running pants (Moto), they aren't my yoga pants (Flow), and they aren't my cross-training pants (Black Widow) these are my BA running tights. 

I will say to fully maximize the reflective seam, you need to wear a shorter top or tuck it in in the back. That booty U gets covered by most shirts, but when you need that max reflection it's dark anyway, so no one will judge you for your weird backwards shirt tuck.  


Note: if you're unfamiliar with Oiselle Straight Scoop check out this origin blog and links to other Straight Scoops.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016


This July I lobbed a wish at the universe, could I run NYCM as a sub-elite? And the universe (or David Monti) replied with a hell yes, and I'll do you one can run NYCM as a pro. Shaking, sweating, solo happy dancing ensued. Followed by the biggest imposter syndrome battle of my life so far. Just who did I think I was?

Everyday this training block I've had to stop from comparing my training to the Olympians and legit profesh runners... "easy" tempos at sub 5:30s?? Naps? Massage? Actually practicing water stops? All that teff?! I know I'm not alone. Who hasn't wanted to train like a pro? (Just for the naps and massage, let's be real.) To ease my twisty, butterfly tummy over the lack of time/resources I have to train and recover, I have found making lists of things I can and can't control to be helpful. I can't get a massage every day, but I can use a roller every night. I can't have a nutritionist whipping up eggs and muffins while I do my long run, but I can plan ahead and have quality fuel ready.

I'm on the other side (knock on wood) of a hamstring issue. And it gave me that crystal clear perspective that only a setback can. So with that, I present the in-progress guide...



Kara has Lottie, Shalane has Elyse. And I have Eat Slow Run Fast (for $4.99!) on Kindle and my trusty copy of Nancy Clark's Sports Nutrition Guidebook. Try to make as much of your fuel from whole foods while being realistic about your schedule/budget.

And cheat where you need to! I'm sorry, I can't make bone broth. I just can't. But I can buy it.

Also spy on what pros are doing, like Lauren Fleshman swearing by tart cherry, or Sara Hall and those Muscle Milk Teff Pancakes...and see what works for you


Massage is part of a professional runners job. Speaking from the other side of a level one hamstring strain I will say this it's not cute that I hadn't had a massage in 7 months. If your mileage is increasing that sh*t will catch up with you. Invest in one massage a month if you can. Find out where the elites in your area get work done. Then book it. Better yet, get a doctors note and charge that to your insurance if you can. 

But daily or even weekly massage aren't feasible for non-pros. So get your hands on a roller, and don't let that thing gather dust in your living room. It doesn't count if you can only see if out of the corner of your eye while you watch OITNB. 

I recently asked my massage therapist if rolling (or self-myofascial release) could really make a difference. She said yes, absolutely. My favorite rollers are Addaday. They really get in there and break up those stuck fibers and they make a bunch of travel rollers easy to take everywhere. 

This goes hand in hand with massage. And again (points at giant piece of KT Tape and full 5 days off of training) don't save this until you have a come-to-the-running-gods moment. Get ahead of your imbalances, you don't have time to be injured. I have two main life hacks here. 

First, if you can, see a PT in your area before you start a big training block. Again, use elites in your area to vet the best option. Explain that you have :30 minutes a day (or whatever it is) and ask for a plan that outlines the best way to spend that time based on your imbalances, injury history and goals. 

Second, I use Hit Reset with Jasyoga religiously. Now that the HIT RESET book is out, complete with self-tests (also available as videos), you can assess your own imbalances and create a plan that fits into your life. I personally prefer to use the book and videos together. And seriously the video subscription is under $5 a month.I do Jasyoga at least 3 x week. And during peak weeks (and taper peak weeks) once a day and always before a run. 

Yeah, who has the time (or cash) for weekly Cyrotherapy? But I'm guessing you can get your hands on three bags of ice and a bathtub. When you have a huge week, or past weeks have been stacking up, set aside 15 minutes after a long run to hit the ice bath. The first 5 is spent convincing yourself to get in, then soak for 10. Don't use it every week, keep it in your back pocket to hit reset after a big block. 

Eat within :30 of your hard workouts and long runs. This is simple and key. Your muscles are sponges right after the work, feed them! Eat between 100 - 300 calories of 3:1 carbs:protein. And it doesn't have to be elaborate. Seriously, a banana and PB. Or a Picky Bar (they're a Trader Joes)! Check, check. 

Legs up the wall all the time. Toddler watching Daniel Tiger? Legs up the wall. Trolling social media Reading a novel before bed? Legs up the wall. Circulate that blood. Bonus: add mediation. Stress blocks your body from fully recovering, take control of all systems to optimize recovery and repair. And meditation is a great way to invest in your mental game.   
A recovery splurge I make in times of peak or imbalance is Floating (sensory deprivation tanks), but an at home hack is Magnesium spray. Just spray on affected muscle as often as you think of it

This could go under recovery, but I believe in its power so much it gets its own header. It's the cheapest, most accessible form of recovery and the tied with eating and drinking water, the most important. I basically went without it for a year, and as soon as I stacked 5 hours of sleep together I felt like I was on illegal drugs.  

Don't think you have time for more sleep? Ask your family for a nap after the long run when it gets big. And if you don't have familial guilt factor, take. a. nap. I know it sucks, you were already gone 3 hours and now you're going to nap?? But just :30 can make a big difference. 

And at night really look at how you spend your time. Steal from Netflix to give to your recovery sleep. Steal from doing laundry or cleaning the kitchen. Seriously just slob a little during those big weeks of training. Get some sleepytime tea and take a melatonin, rub a little lavender oil into your wrists. For people like me with FOMO, make sleep a treat, not a chore.  

If you follow any pro, fueling is a huge part of their training. They practice ingesting carbs on the run, and during workouts. They practice water stop techniques. They do carb free long runs. Fuel is a huge part of marathoning. 

I didn't used to practice it, or I would practice it separately. Like ask my husband to stand on the side of street holding cups of water out for me. But to really practice you have to do it at marathon pace, and on long runs, and when you're tired. Honestly I noticed a huge difference after practicing this for three workouts. Drinking at your race pace a mile or two in is so hard at first, but as you practice week after week it's easier.

Best case, get a friend to be your water mule on a bike. I've had this luxury twice. It was unreal amazing. Otherwise I carry my own water bottle. And if it's an out and back I drop it on a fence or electrical box or whatever, so I can run by and grab it as practice. I've never tried a fuel belt, but go for that if it works for you.

And of course it's not just about being able to sip water at your race pace, but also practicing for your stomach so that it knows what's up on race day. Best advice I ever got on fuel was take it WAY before you need it. Like mile 3. You're not only trying to get sugar to your muscles, but also to your brain so that it can work at its best and convince you to keep going when you're tired. So on your 20 miler take maybe one less gel then you would race day, but load up and mimic that race day fuel plan.  

It's harder then ever to not fall into the comparison trap, but just like in a race, looking to the left and right and over your shoulder is an energy suck. There's a fine line between being inspired and being deflated. Check in with yourself and make sure you're being kind with yourself. Take yourself seriously and do what you can to set yourself up to crush your goals. Mentally double tap your own efforts and small steps and accomplishments as much as that stranger's post on IG.  

Now go get 'em! Team Faux Pro for life!