Lazy Weekend

What are weekends for if not chilling out with friends and family?


My neighbor’s got a way cooler view.

Than you for all the well wishes on the new baby news! We are in a state of blissful disbelief about it all yet. I suppose when the morning sickness finally sets in it will be less blissful and just disbelief.

I haven’t been eating the best lately. This may come as a shock, (<– sarcasm font is needed here), but I don’t always put out everything that goes in my mouth. And what do you know, the junk food is most likely to get omitted over the healthy green stuff. Saturday was no exception.

I started out with the best intentions. Egg scramble with asparagus and a touch of parmesan.


And a sliced apple, because Squish must have an apple every morning. Keeping a morning apple from him is like keeping the coffee from Hulk. Bad things happen.

We had an old friend visit us for lunch. Because it was raining cats and dogs and we’re huge weather wimps, we grabbed sandwiches at A.G. Ferrari’s next door. If you haven’t been, it’s a super good Italian deli and grocery. They sell all sorts of pastas, canned antipasti like artichoke and olives, pastries, and of course cured meats.

Squish and I split a turkey panini with sun dried tomato pesto, and some other good stuff I can’t remember.


Squish loves a good panini. But who doesn’t?



I spent most of the day being a lazy bum on the couch with Squish watching old Bugs Bunny classics. That’s the way to spend a rainy day.

I also got a good gym workout in, giving me a chance to finish up the first episode of “House of Cards.” About 5 people have told me to start watching it, so I decided to make it my next workout watching rotation. I’ve also decided to make dead hang dips on the captain’s chair my “thing” for the next 9 months. I can just crank out 10 right now, but I don’t dip down very far. How awesome will it be to have a big ol’ preggo belly and rocking dead hang bench dips? We’ll see how that goes. While pregnant with Squish I was hitting the gym decently until my third trimester, then I stuck to bodyweight exercises and long walks. I’m hoping my health holds out at least that well with this one, but we’ll see. Safety is always #1. Anyway, I did my bench dips and some planks and bridges since I’m awful about doing core work.

I’m currently listening to the Balanced Bites podcast with Jen Sinkler as a special guest. Have you checked out Lift Weights Faster? I’ve been hearing about it but haven’t looked into it yet. The podcast talks about a lot of cool advice for listening to your body and doing the types of exercises that work for you. Since your body changes from day to day with energy, flexibility, and overall how you’re feeling, some days might be better for certain exercises than others. I like that sort of philosophy, not that you should be like, “whoop, I am not feeling it. Guess it’s a rest day!” every other day, but if you’re feeling tight maybe trying to lift that extra 5 lbs isn’t what you need to do today. Or maybe you need to change up your technique and try a variation to give certain muscles a break. It’s interesting stuff that I can definitely see myself incorporating. I will probably go check out Jen’s after I’m done writing here.

Okay, go and enjoy your Sunday! What are you still doing in front of the screen? Okay, I guess that’s partly my fault. I’ll shut up now.


Getting Fixed Up, Finally!

Happy Friday, bloggies!

I’m once again posting in between sets at the gym.


Hey, it’s my first time in the gym since Sunday. Woot.


Anyway, yesterday was crazy. Hulk and I had dentist appointments, so we had a little “dental date” heading up to Healdsburg for the teeth cleaning, then having some brunch together.


What’s a blog post without an awful selfie?

We brunched at a new restaurant opened by some of our friends. I had the “blue plate special” of bangers and mash, with local braised cabbage and kale salad. I am so in love with that dish, it was superb.


Also on the eats, a snack of banana and Larabar on the way to the doctor, and beef hash with sweet tater as a snack. We also had Indian for dinner because, why not? We ate on the roof so I was too busy keeping Squishy from smearing curry all over the lounge chairs to take a pic.

I finally saw the doc about my hamstrings. He agreed that the pain I’ve been feeling is coming from the insertion point deep in the back of my hip where the hamstring connects up to the pelvis, the ischial tuberosity. He gave me a list of local physical therapists to choose from that he knows well and said he’d get me a referral to whichever I chose. So now begins the research project of finding a PT that might take my insurance. I’m probably going to end up playing out-of-pocket for treatment, but it’ll probably be worth it if I can run again, from a quality of life standpoint. Argh, I’m so cheap.

Also, the doc recommended Rolfing. Apparently it’s a type of massage technique where they sort of “go nuts” with some deep tissue movement, and there’s a specific schedule of the treatment plan that includes several stages. It’s really expensive, twice what a normal massage costs, and the treatment plan can take up to 10 visits. I’m hoping I don’t need to go down that road because for sure insurance doesn’t cover it, so it’s totally out of pocket.

I’m hoping to meet a physical therapist and hopefully get a game plan of exercises and stuff I can do at home, with a deep tissue massage to supplement. Then maybe I can start running pain-free again! Wheee!

Whelp, that was my last set. Make it a great day, and happy weekend if I don’t see ya!

Healthy Stuff Progress & The Rains Came

I feel like I need to sum up the progress I’ve been making on my get-healthy front.

Last week, I only made it to the gym twice. I can’t even remember what my excuses were anymore. I know one day I was completely sore from attempting to include weighted lunges into my routine again. Then one day off turned into two days off, then three. There were a couple of late nights at work, which didn’t help things. It’s always hard to get home late, missing dinner and almost missing bedtime, just to turn around and walk back out the door for the gym. I know I need to do it, but it’s hard. Anyway, I put on my big girl pants and set a goal to exercise every day this week. Yesterday morning I hit up the gym first thing for a back & shoulders day. I forget how awesome it is to work out first thing in the morning; I need to start doing that again.


Looks like my exercising will be indoors this week. The rains finally came to SF!

On the diet front, things have been working out fabulously. I’ve been eating probably 90% uber-clean paleo for three weeks, including a travel week in there. I’m amazed that I’ve stuck to my guns this long. I’m just so sick of feeling fat and depressed, that even when I’m tempted by bread and sugar, I just remember how I hate feeling depressed and that’s what’s motivating me. Plus, I hit a number on the scale this morning that I haven’t seen in a long time. I don’t think weight is always the best indicator of diet/health, but my vanity still likes it when I can say I don’t remember the last time I weighed that little! It’s not like I just dropped 10 lbs, but the numbers are starting to go in the right direction for me. Woot.

I did have a couple of loose dinners. I ordered Indian take-out twice last week, and both times included a samosa with a wheat crust. I’m not sure how much that little bit of wheat affected me (who knows what hidden gluten I’ve been ingesting in all it’s various sources; I’m not being super strict on food when dining out) but I did notice that my mood has been off lately. So I need to buckle down a bit and see if things improve.



Fortunately Squish has no problem with my cooking.

Anyway, I picked up a kombucha treat yesterday while grocery shopping in the rain.



Then had to make an emergency diaper run Friday night. As my Instagram besties informed me, poo waits for no weather.



Yeah, I Instagrammed my diaper run. I don’t see why more people don’t follow me there.

Because of the weather, I decided to set up a playground-topia for Squish in the living room.



Last night a neighbor was hosting a party. The party started just before Squish’s bedtime, so we decided to bring him with us and I would peace out with him when he hit the wall and was ready for bed. As we were getting ready to go, I told Squish, “Do you want to go to a party?” To which he responded, “Party!” and threw his arms in the air. I have no idea where he got that from. At least it is now confirmed he is his father’s child. Hulk loves to party.

I’m going to hit up some yoga this morning, then take it easy for the rest of the day. I’m feeling like I need a little chill/me time.


Hamstring Heartbreak

Ahh! Super exciting news, you guys!

I’ve been asked to interview on the podcast The Lifestyle Accountability Show! Squeeeee!


Go check them out. They do daily interviews of super awesome folks talking about how they take responsibility for their health and make it a priority. It’s okay to laugh at the irony of how I am being interviewed about making health a priority; Hulk did, so don’t feel too bad. Anyway, it’s a great resource for some motivation when you need it! I’ll let you know when my podcast will air. Again, squeeeeeee!

I’m about fed up with my hamstrings. I emailed a couple of my very smart besties yesterday because I am so fed up. I can’t run anymore. I don’t like the pain that accompanies the running. And I can’t do squats or deadlifts, so my gym routine is getting really, really boring. It’s like this:

  • Bike for 20 min while watching old “Alias” episodes on Netflix
  • Then pick 5 exercises:
    • Bench press
    • Incline bench press
    • Bicep curl
    • Military press
    • Chin ups
    • Bench Dips
    • Bent over rows
    • Tricep extensions
    • Lat pulls
    • Ab work: plank, leg lifts, stability ball crap
    • Foam roll the hammies (every time)

So I’m getting really, really bored with my workout routine. I try to make it to dance class when I can, but the times that work for me are only Friday and Sunday nights, so I need something to do for the rest of the week. When I try to squat or deadlift, my hammies throb for days. I was trying to go to yoga, but all the hammie stretching was giving me the same problems. Which is a bummer, because I really, really like yoga. And I can’t sit for too long at work with stabby mc stab stab pains in the back of my legs. So, I can’t run, I can’t lift, I can’t yoga, and I can’t sit at work without pain. I’m thinking my quality of life is slowly becoming affected, and it’s time to do something about it. Any suggestions?

Meanwhile. I found Squish going to town eating a stick of butter. Makes a “paleo” mom proud.



It feels good to know I’m doing something right with parenting.

It started raining in NorCal this week. Hooray! That means I’m driving to work, because I’m too much of a wimp to ride in the rain. Boo.


Look at all the pretty red lights! Yeah, I hate driving so I worked from home today. The problem is, I was traveling last week and spent this week at the office. Which means my home office looked like this when I tried to “go to work” this morning.



I like to think all that crap is really “presents” from my family. You know, like how a cat brings in a dead/mostly dead bird as a gift for you. It makes me want to kill them less. Anyway, 20 minutes later I was fully functional.



The best part of working from home: breakfast and lunch on real plates. Enjoyed with a view.


Breakfast: eggs scrambled with chicken apple sausage, spinach, and goat cheese


Lunch: red thai curry with chicken and mixed veggies.

Finally, it’s Friiiidaaaay! You know what that means …

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And this is where you, again, can chuckle at the irony of my podcast interview.



13 Miles and Eat All the Things

Good morning, everyone! Sorry I was MIA yesterday. The day just flew by and before I knew it, I was in my jammies. So we now have a lot of catching up to do. 🙂

Sunday I accomplished a 13 mile run. There we go, that is now out of the way.


Pre-run I fueled with two nuked eggs with some cheese and a banana. Silly Duke, you don’t even like bananas.


Since the Nike Women’s Marathon was running right along my usual route, I took advantage of the crowd control and headed out after I thought the bulk of the race was past. It was pretty foggy and cool, so in other words perfect running weather! The moon was setting right over Coit tower. Which of course meant it looked more spectacular in person than on iPhone camera.


I ran mostly along the sidewalks next to the end of the race until I ran out of sidewalk then carefully made my way through the crowd. The plan was to run alongside the course until I needed to turn around, then figure out how to head back. Easier said than done.


Oh, did you know there were giant sand sculptures in the Sports Basement parking lot? Me, neither.

Anyway, I managed to stay out of everyone’s way until we headed up the hill through the Presidio towards the Golden Gate Bridge. I found myself totally stuck in the racers walking up the hill, and frantically tried to get out and around the crowd. I feel a little guilty poaching the course, but I try to stay out of everyone’s way and I bring my own food/water, so the only thing I’m taking is the advantage of a closed course. Anyway, it was a wall of people and I felt bad taking up space.


So as soon as the trail to the bridge split from the road I headed up to the bridge overlook. I sure picked a beautiful day to run out to the bridge.


Then I perused the trails for a while. I HAD to try the trail that goes through the little tunnel.


Then I found the bay again and went through Crissy Field and the Marina back to the Embarcadero.


And then I ate a bunch.


Immediate post-run two eggs and a rice cake with almond butter and coconut, a REAL Coke (thanks, Mom!) and a cookie, fish sticks and Annie’s mac-and-cheese (I started eating that before I remembered to take a picture). Oh yeah, my mom did the food run for the post-run goodies 🙂

And then there was Cheesecake Factory.


Squish helped me with my s’mores cheesecake.


Mom, Squish and I met up with Amanda and her boyfriend for dinner there. I had never been to the Cheesecake Factory and seized the opportunity. I had the salmon and salad for dinner prior to my cheesecake indiscretion, but I was distracted with Squish-wrangling and hunger to remember to take the picture.

And that is the story about how I ran off 1300 calories and ate 2000 to make up for it.

Thursday. Yup.

This is my 104th published post! I didn’t even notice that I hit a triple-digit milestone on this little bloggy. I shall plan a special milestone edition post. Or not. We’ll see if I can come up with something good, then find the time to realize my idea to maybe half of its potential because I tend to procrastinate and I’m lazy.

Anyway, I’m at the Sausalito Cafe waiting for my breakfast burrito. I was a good girl and made breakfast at home, then I forgot to eat it. In my defense, I was pressed for time. When I wasn’t paying attention, Squish tried to stir the bowl of scrambled eggs that we’re sitting on the counter waiting for the pan over veggies to heat. He spilled the entire bowl all over the counter, floor, and in the utensil drawers. I probably could have been mean and left it for the new babysitter to take care of, but I’m not normally mean unless it’s for significant political or monetary advantages. Or if it’s just really, really entertaining.

Speaking of entertaining, I had a kick ass run this morning. After my usual loop up the Embarcadero, I decided to cut back through Soma and hit some of the little hills there. I hadn’t worked hills very much, and since I was feeling really great and the race will be a hilly race I decided to go for it. Totally wasn’t a bad morning for a run.






Okay, I’m tired of typing on my phone. And my breakfast burrito is ready. So toodles for now!

All The Workouts

First of all, happy stinking birthday to my little brother, Pete.


(This is the only photo I can find. I might need to hang out with my family more often. Bwahahaha!) My wish to you is that Squishy treats your computer better than he treats ours.

We are having some weird-o technological issues over here, so I’ll see if I can scrap this post together.

I don’t understand how we can have a fridge full of food and nothing to eat. Wait, I do understand. It’s because we went to Costco for cheese, sausages, yogurt and nothing else. Well, except for the ginormous 4-lb bag of kale. That’s now turning yellow in the crisper drawer. So I put together green smoothies for lunch yesterday in attempt to get the kale used up.


Along with a grilled cheese and some sausage that Squish and I split. It went down okay.

I knew my lunch wouldn’t hold me over until I got to the gym, so I picked up a pumpkin spice latte before I left work for a quick snack. Then I got to ALL THE WORKOUTS:


10 minute core progression, everything 30 seconds or 30 reps as needed, for 3 sets:

  • plank
  • bridge
  • sit-ups
  • bird-dogs (I still do them on my knees)
  • superman

Le Workout:

  • Bench 3×10 @ 30 lbs
  • Incline bench 3×10 @ 25 lbs
  • Shoulder press 2×10 @ 20 lbs, 1×10 @ 15 lbs
  • Bent over rows 3×10 @ 35 lbs
  • Shoulder flys, 3×10 @ 10 lbs
  • Bench flys, 3×10 @ 10 lbs
  • Dips, 3×10 bodyweight
  • Lat pulls, 3×10 @ 35 lbs
  • Curls, 3×10 @ 35 lbs
  • Pull-ups, 5 pitiful ones, jumping to get up there

Cool-down: 20 minute yoga podcast, Qi Yoga for Runners (

I may have worn mismatched socks to the gym.


For dinner, I found one sad little burger patty left in the freezer, so I made as epic of a burger as I could with cheese, ketchup, mayo, and some massive pickles.


Then I made a treat of a slice of toast with almond butter, raisins, coconut, and a few chocolate chips.


So gooey.

This morning, with my legs feeling fabulous from my massage the other day, I couldn’t wait to get out to my 5 mile tempo run. I think I finally figured out a good 5-miler route when I cut my loop back from the Embarcadero by swinging through Union Square.




And my legs felt INCREDIBLE. Seriously, why don’t I get massages more often? I foam roll several times a week, but there’s nothing like somebody grinding your hammies without mercy to work out the knots and make you feel like you can finally touch your toes again.

I hear a certain Squishy-man stirring, and it’s time to get me my breakfast on. Duke is encouraging me to do these things as well.




“Your sure? No bacon?”


“Fine, then.”

Do you ever go for sports massages?

Why Don’t I Work Out? A Reply.

“Oh, dear. Did she put out another wordy post AGAIN?”

Yes, yes she did.

So, I stumbled upon this post by Linz over at Itz Linz today, and I had so many thoughts about it that I had to write a response.

From the post, Linz is currently on an exercise sabbatical for some health issues. As she is going on long walks and taking it easy, she is CRAVING some real working out. And it’s driving her nuts how she so badly wants to run, lift, do SOMETHING. Meanwhile, there are so many people out there that choose to do nothing even though they are perfectly healthy and able to do so. How annoyingly crazy is it that she wants to work out so badly but can’t, and there’s all these people that totally could get a sweat on, but don’t?

A little background about me (for those of you reading who are not my mother or my sister; Hi, Mom! Hi, Amanda!), my husband is an ex-professional athlete who loves to work out and be fit. I’m an ex-couch potato who’s always struggled to get moving. I tell you, Hulk could have written Linz’s post for me! He’s always gently (and sometimes not-so-gently) poking me to get up and go to the gym.

So I am definitely one of those people who, from time to time, choose to do nothing. You probably wouldn’t know it from my blog, but for years I’ve struggled with finding my fitness groove. I go in spurts, sure, and did a race here or there. But until recently, exercise and fitness has always been just a nice idea for me, not a lifestyle. It’s only since I started  taking my health seriously this year that I’ve been digging deep and committing to finding my inner fitness guru. So, from the couch-potato-trying-to-be-fit perspective, here’s my list the excuses people (um, I) use and what I think they (*ahem* I) really mean:

  • “I don’t work out because, well, I’m just too lazy.”
    The real story: I don’t really know what it feels like to be fit. Hulk is always saying if I could just feel what it’s like to be really fit and healthy, I would never want to go back to the couch. And since I don’t know what I’m missing, it’s natural to think that it’s not worth the effort and time if I’m not seeing immediate benefits.

I imagine that it’s especially hard for people that have never really exercised before save for some unfortunate dodge ball experiences in middle school gym class. In the beginning days of a new workout program or training plan, it’s so easy to get discouraged when you feel wimpy, or feel like people are staring at the slow/fat girl running down the street, or you can’t do what you used to back in the day (“Seriously? I can’t even do one push-up?”). Plus, you know what it’s like the day after your first day back in the gym after a long break. Life hurts for several days. If you don’t have an idea or example of how awesome and fun an active lifestyle could be, or you don’t really have any motivation or goals besides the fact that your doctor told you to start exercising, then what’s the point? This is hard. I like life better when it’s not so hard. As if life is easier when you’re out of shape.

It kind of goes hand in hand with making goals, but if you lack the understanding of all the good you’re doing to yourself and how much easier and better life is when you’re fit, then that’s one huge motivational tool you’re missing. At least, that’s what I’m told. I am not really there yet, but I’m getting there.

  • “I don’t have the time.”
    The real deal: Finding time isn’t always the real issue. Realizing that for me, exercise is a priority deserving of time currently devoted to other activities is the real issue. To be honest, it’s taken me months to figure out how to fit working out in my schedule. Months. It was a total trial-and-error process of seeing what works and weighing the pros and cons of each plan. It wasn’t until I realized that working out was important enough to me that I was willing to put other stuff off to make time for it that it became easier to make time for working out.

I have to be okay with waking up earlier and missing out on sleep, or turning down an impromptu invitation to hang out with friends, or putting off laundry or dishes or making fancy-pants dinners so I can work out instead. I’m not saying I always skimp on sleep and ignore my friends because I have to be at the gym. But if there’s a choice to make – work out or go to dinner with friends – and I want exercise to be a priority for my lifestyle, then I sometimes need to make choices how to fit it in if I am not planning properly.

  • “I’m bored. Exercise is boring. I don’t know what to do.”
    The real deal: I need a goal. And not just any goal; a goal I care about. If I don’t have something to work for that I want to work for, I get really bored and burnt  out really fast.

Before my half marathon training started, I dreaded going to the gym. I had been lifting to get stronger and for the bragging rights of hitting impressive (to me) numbers, but I was just so bored with it. Now, I have a new goal to finish the race and finish strong. If I’m going to do it, I need to stick to my training plan. I know if I don’t, I won’t be ready come December. So that pushes me to lace up the sneakers four times a week and hit the road.

My goals don’t necessarily have to be events, either. Generally I find that whenever I invest money into something I see it through. Last year I took a bootcamp class for a couple months. Since I was paying for it, I made sure to go to every single session to get my money’s worth. But everyone’s different, so the trick is to keep trying stuff until you find what works for you. I’ve also crashed and burned trying to do 30-day yoga challenges, following the TurboFire training plan, and training for two previous half marathons. Those were goals that I thought were a nice idea, but just didn’t “light ze fire in ze belly” for me. If something lights your belly fire, then embrace it and use that energy to make it a habit. But not Fireball. I mean, a physical activity of some sort.

I’m sure there’s more reasons, but these were the ones that always impacted me. Activity just has to be come part of your life, just something that you do, to be consistent. These are just a few pearls of my wisdom I am able to share as I venture forth on this self-imposed fitness journey. Maybe you can relate. Maybe you can’t, but now you have some insight on why these silly people don’t take care of themselves. Everyone needs their “aha!” moment at times to figure out the right path, and everyone’s path is a bit different. Somebody’s “right” will undoubtedly be somebody else’s “wrong” so you have to do what makes you happy right now, unless you’re sort of kidding yourself (like my old play-Sims-and-eat-jelly-beans-marathon habit from college) 🙂

How about you? Does it drive you crazy when people don’t take care of their health, or do you kind of understand where they’re coming from?

I Ran Too Much, But That’s Okay

Monday afternoon, I was suddenly hit by a bus, metaphorically.


I was perfectly fine, then the outsides of my neck and throat started to feel swolen, and my body was achy. Feverish-achy without the fever. Rather than go home and work out like I had planned, I decided to go home and lay low. When I woke up Tuesday morning, I was less achy but my throat and neck still hurt. So I skipped my run and went back to bed. I was a little preoccupied with the worry that I missed my first planned training run, but tried to shrug it off, because I probably needed the rest more than the running. Instead,  I took a bubble bath with the latest issue of “Runners Magazine”. That would surely take my mind off of things.

Yesterday morning, my throat was almost better and to reading “Runner’s Magazine” the previous night, my legs were itching for their stride drill. So I took to the road.

Normally, I have a well-measured out-and-back along the Embarcadero that is just over 4 miles long. But my workout has me do 4 miles then 4 20-second strides with 2 minutes recovery in between. Which means I need just under 5 miles distance to complete the run. I thought that if I ran up to Pier 39 then down to AT&T park and up 3rd street that the route would be just over 5 miles. Well, it ended up almost 6 mi. That’s okay, I didn’t need to get to work on time, did I?


Whatever. It was a great run.


Oh, I didn’t realize until over a mile in that my GPS was turned off. I am very detail-oriented.

In a completely random and unrelated note, there was a bunch of commotion outside the office yesterday afternoon. I looked outside to see the office across the street was doing a team-building group activity that involved a rock-paper-scissors tournament. You can’t make this stuff up.


Sorry for the horrible picture. They don’t clean our windows. Seriously, it’s like a historic building or something and they don’t have a way to mount the scaffolding for the window washers.

Did you ever run a lot farther than you should have? I am normally an expert at running my miles and not a step further.

How would you fare in a rock-paper-scissors tournament?

The One Where I Find New Back Exercises

Good morning, Karl!


I somehow hurt my back doing squats yesterday. It’s kind of hard to put shoes on now. I’m not even sure what I did or how I did it. I warmed up on the Smith machine with the bar and felt fine. Then I loaded a barbel with some 10’s and … nope. Not happening. Anything bending over was a big no. So I did a bunch of lunges, leg extentions/curls, and anything that didn’t involve bending over. I know I need to work my lower back more, but I’m not sure how to do that. I used to do back extentions, but the gym doesn’t have one of those special chair thingys for it. You know, these things:


Anyway, so I tried to do a modified version by laying on a bench and lifting my legs behind me. I guess it’s called a prone hip extention? Anyway, that is how I shredded my glutes yesterday. Running my 4 miles this morning was a PIA, literally. At least I got it done.

So now I’m on the hunt for some good lower back exercises.

In other news, we have food in the house again! Yay!


Lunch was a massive baby kale salad with heirloom tomato, bell pepper, goat cheese crumbles, evoo, balsamic vinegar, and sesame seeds. Paired with a sausage sauteed with onion and peppers. So. Many. Veggies. I was a full and happy girl.

But Duke thinks we need more bacon.


Oh, and I found out that I never actually registered for my race coming up in December. I received my voucher, but apparently never went and registered. Nor could I find my email with the voucher information. I figured I was out of luck, but I emailed the race people anyway, and they sent me a new voucher! I hope it works, but either way I was very impressed and pleased at their promptness in dealing with my idiocy. So, North Face Endurance Challenge Series, here I come! Please don’t rain again.