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Ramblings,  Running

A Day in the Life of Fat Foot

Hey, remember when this was a running blog? And I wrote about my running adventures and training and races? Those were the days, huh?

Not running for months sucked. Majorly. Fat Foot and I made the best of it, but boy did I hate that bitch.

Sidenote—does anyone wonder why I name my injuries? It’s actually kind of fun to personify them. And it gives me someone to direct my anger at, like my pesky groin back in the spring.

“But Tanya, what did you do when you didn’t run? How did you not go crazy?” Well friends, Tanya did go crazy, but Fat Foot made her own fun. Let me show you:

Pool partiedFat Foot loved soaking in a beautiful pool with family and an adult beverage

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Ah…

Sang loudlyFat Foot tapped all the way through The Head and the Heart show

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“And the memories we make will never be lost”

Broke the rulesFat Foot didn’t always want to be in her air casta girl’s gotta dress up sometimes!

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Fat Foot looks like she’s cradling a golf ball, but my mint heels are sexy, so…

RanYea…I never said I listened to instructions well

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7 illegal miles did my mind some good

Celebrated sunsetsFat Foot had no problem sitting with a glass of wine and taking in the sunset instead of chasing it

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This view.

Played footballFat Foot didn’t need to run much as the snapper for the Tar Heels

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Touchdown!

Climbed thingsFat Foot couldn’t help herselfshe saw a trail and just had to follow it

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“Hey! Look up here!”

WalkedFat Foot was just as happy walking and brainstorming how to take over the world with friends

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I always say that I want to be Javacia when I grow up

The good news is, Fat Foot realized she had overstayed her welcome and left town, leaving me to start marathon and ultra training for the winter and spring. Can I get an AMEN!

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