Liza Howard. Ultrarunning Mom.

Ultrarunning Mom

Unraveling and nut butters

I made Asa’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the car this morning.  I was parked in the parking lot of his little school with bread on my lap, a plastic knife in one hand and a jar of almond butter in the other.  I got an actual eyebrow raise from the lady who pulled […]

28 Oct
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Marshall Ulrich’s coming to town and carb intake during races

Do you have your tickets yet? You are a nut if you are in the area and aren’t planning to go.  (Unless, of course, you’ve used up all your time-away-from-family-due-to-running already and your spouse doesn’t think listening to an ultrarunning legend together qualifies as a date. )  Here’s where you get tickets:  The $20 […]

26 Oct
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86 and loving it

I wanted this post to be about my wonderful new alcohol stove (which I have reclaimed from Asa who decided it was a piece of his fire fighting rescue equipment), but Eliot didn’t bring home any alcohol from work, so the post and the pictures will have to wait until this weekend’s campout at Bandera. […]

24 Oct
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More tomorrow

Hello!  I am alive — just running my brains out on the treadmill to get my last big miles in before Javelina.  I’ll write an epistle, a tome, (a half-way worth reading post anyway) as soon as I’m off that evil machine.  Evil.

22 Oct
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Here’s what the Dali Lama had to say on Twitter this morning. “The capacity to devote yourself to the welfare of others yields otherwise unobtainable power and potential for good.” Good tweet.  Thanks Your Holiness. [Insert segue from Dali Lama to tattoos here.] I’m sporting a temporary tattoo of a prickly pear cactus on my […]

21 Oct
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