Liza Howard. Ultrarunning Mom.

I’m back at the Starbucks again this morning making good use of some birthday gift cards.  My right knee is still unhappy, but it’s a lot better than yesterday — so I’ve started to think about my next 100.  Who are you calling an addict!?!  (Don’t look at the computer screen like that Mom.)  I’m actually signed up for Umstead at the end of March.  If I can heal up 100% and still have enough time to get some good training in, I’ll run.  If not, I’ll have to look further down the line.  Keep your fingers crossed the sooner, rather than later pans out — or I’m going to have to find some other excuse than running for having a sinfully dirty house.  I would take a picture of the weeds that have sprung up since the rains started — but I am actually too embarrassed.  Think Sleeping Beauty’s castle — minus the castle and the beautiful sleeping.
In other news, I got to go to Austin Monday and talk with Ian Sharman at a coffeehouse gathering arranged by Meredith Terranova and supported by Drymax socks.

(Absolutely no idea what I’m saying, but aren’t my MT110s nice and shiny?)

Ian was a super nice fellow and had wonderful stories.  (Well, duh.)  The whole thing had a surreal quality — “And there I was in this coffeehouse, and I was sitting in a metal chair on a stage, wearing silver sneakers… and the fastest 100 mile runner in the US was sitting next to me, and I was talking about how I didn’t cross train, but I did play with a lot of Legos.”  I did gush a bit about his podcast — and suggested a segment on pacers and pacing.  (Cuz wouldn’t that be great?)  In any event, we both told our respective Rocky adventures and answered Larry King-esque questions.  And then my friend Chris and I drove home to San Antonio.

I’d write more, but I bought a yoga video yesterday and I’m determined to use it before I pick up Asa.  That’s right.  Yoga.  Later I’ll be using the foam roller and eating kale.  New leaf: Turned.