Nike Women’s Half Marathon San Francisco, 2014

It has been one unbelievably challenging year. I started out too eager, got hurt…..and then kept getting hurt after that. I learned a valuable lesson about rest and recovery. (But that is for another post). For now I want to talk about the awesome that was the Nike Women’s Half Marathon. (Insert thumbs-up here).

As I may have mentioned a thousand times before once or twice, I have been actively involved in the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society’s Team in Training for a year and a half. This was my third season. The team here in San Francisco is incredible. They’ve become more like family. Since June we’ve been training and raising money to fund research aimed at finding cures for blood cancers and improving the lives of patients and families. I’d say we did that….$450,000 later! So shout out to my SF/Marin Run Team for that!! I was also a part of an amazing group, Team on Fire. We worked together to raise over $250K, which funded a grant for research aimed at Acute Myeloid Leukemia. (A cancer a friend of mine has). I should mention though that at one of the awards receptions there was a surprise meet and greet. And look who I met:


Why yes, that is Shalane Flanagan.

Team on Fire

This is Team On Fire. A Cancer-ass-kicking-cure-finding team. $252K for Acute Myelod Leukemia. 

I went into the actual race with no expectations. I had two significant injuries this year that cost me months of quality training. They weren’t even simultaneous. Literally, as soon as the first one resolved the second one occurred. (ARRRGGGHHH!!!!) In my previous post I talked about my journey with acupuncture, which has been my saving grace. After weeks without running I did decide to try a light run and I was able to loosen the muscles in my back enough to start training, albeit carefully, again. By two weeks ago I was up to 10 slow, reluctant miles. I knew at that point that I could be on my feet with out my sciatic nerve taking over so I knew I could at least attempt this race.

Nike exp 2014

I got to the start line really early. Oh, I should mention that the finish line was basically across the street from my apartment, so I had to get out to Union Square before the road closures at 5am. So I was there by 5am! I met with the team for a couple of pre-race pictures and a loud, “GO TEAM!!” before we departed to our prospective corrals.

Pre race pic

I might be one of the few that doesn’t mind a long wait in the waves to get to the start line. I had good friends with me. We chatted with the runners around us, so it was fine. I noticed that because I went into this race just wanting to finish it, I wasn’t even the slightest bit nervous. I was just eager. About an hour and fifteen minutes after the gun, my wave was moving. We crossed the start line and almost immediately began a slight incline.

Now, if you’ve spent any time at all in San Francisco, you’ve learned that when we say “hills” we don’t mean “inclines”. We mean, adjust-how-you-walk-and-don’t-look-down-HILLS. The kind that make your car lose it’s breath. I was prepared for the inclines we had at the beginning. I held steady, really focused on my pacing. Last year I started way too fast and did a great first four miles, and then croaked at mile 5-10. I finished exhausted and in pain. I kept that in mind. I did a slow (really slow) first 5K, but I PR’d my 10K time by 3 minutes. Between miles 6 and 8 I alternated between, “I might actually PR this thing” with, “No PR, but my legs and back don’t hurt, SCORE!”. My legs were a little stiff, but okay. My lungs actually felt great.

I’ve run this part of the course, so as I crossed mile 8, I knew full-well what was coming up. After mile 9 there is a hill. Not just any ordinary hill, but the mother of all race-course hills. If I thought a picture would do it justice I would post one. But here is a look at the course elevation map.


(Click the map above for a larger view)

I knew I would lose some time on this so I just moved up it as quickly as I could without having to stop (read: I walked it, briskly). A teammate saw me and she pep-talked me to the top. At the top it dawned on me that I would actually finish this thing and I was in position to get a PR. The next mile and a half were down hill, and then the last mile or so was flat, feeding into the shute to the finish line at Marina Green. I have run this section so many times I could do it with my eyes closed, but this time it seemed to go for days. I found bumps I never knew where there. I swear they kept moving the finish line. One of my coaches ran with me for little while, which helped. I began to see more crowd gathered, ran into another friend spectating who cheered me on and then finally, I could see the finish line. Another coach joined me at this point (which he did at the same time last year!). When I looked at my watch I realized that I was going to finish no less than 4 minutes faster than my current record. Suddenly, I had energy that came from who-knows-where, and I bolted the last 0.2mi. Annnnd, I finished. I finished with energy. I finished without significant pain. And I finished with a -5:00min PR.

I was so excited. But I wanted some water. It got sunny and warm in the last few minutes! I went and collected my finisher’s bag full of snacks (thank you Whole Foods Market!) and collected my coveted Tiffany and Co. silver finisher’s necklace. Right around then I started to get a bit dizzy and not feeling well so I shoveled in a banana and bunch of water. I was able to connect with my boyfriend really fast. We then walked hobbled towards home. I would have liked if I didn’t have to buy my finisher’s shirt, but at this point, they could have sold me anything, so it was fine!

When I got home, my awesome neighbors had decorated my apartment door. This was the icing on the cake. I have felt so much support between my fundraising for cancer research (our group funded a research grant!), and the love of friends, I can’t even express my gratitude.

Door decoration

This race felt so different. Between pacing, and nutrition, and listening to my body. The stars just aligned for me to have a good race. I know that they aren’t all like that (apparently, according to the San Luis Obispo Half-Marathon that I had to scrap in April due to shin splints). But I feel good because I knew I’d done something right this time.

We don’t know where Nike will be this spring, but I love this race series. I will keep doing it as long as it makes sense to. I am hoping they’ll keep the fall one in San Francisco, but if the city is right I’ll travel for it. I hope this is an indication that I’m healing and ready to start working towards the next race. But not before a nice long recovery period.

Have you run Nike Women’s (either full or half)? Without looking at your race results, how and when do you know you’ve run a good race?

Happy Running!!


Adventures in Acupuncture

Disclaimer: I’m not a medical professional and these opinions are solely my own. One should always use their own judgment when seeking treatment for any kind of pain or injury and consult their physician as needed. 

We’ve all been there. Plantar fascitis. GI issues. Shin splints. Tendon and muscular problems. These problems for anyone, including runners, can not only be annoying but can be debilitating. Injuries are the worst, especially when you’re training for a race. Injuries are frustrating, painful, confidence shaking and as we’ve all learned they can derail our progress.

After having to take weeks months off of training due to a pretty serious case of shin splints, I was thrilled to get back to my workouts, now pain-free. I started slow, I listened to my body, I single-handedly drove up the stock price of various brands of kinesio tape. And then one blasphemous day in July, while stepping onto a curb, my right foot slipped and I came down very hard on my right foot. I felt like I tweaked my lower back but kept about my day, as it didn’t seem like a big deal. Just stretched a little more that day. The next morning I had an intense dull ache around my tailbone. As I would walk the area around my piriformis muscle began to ache and a tingling progressed down the back of my right leg to the bottom of my foot. This got worse the longer I walked and became intolerable to run. The only relief I would get was from sitting or bending over and taking some pressure off the nerve. Of course, no one can run that way. Unless you’re Phoebe Buffet.

Sciatica. I’ve heard of it. I know people that have had it. I’ve never personally experienced anything quite like it.  But I knew that’s what it was pretty early on. I don’t have time for this nonsense, I’m mid-season with TNT and I already lost 4 months last season and missed a race.

What is sciatica, anyway?  Sciatica refers to pain that radiates along the path of the sciatic nerve — which branches from your lower back through your hips and buttocks and down each leg. Typically, sciatica affects only one side of your body. (Source: The Mayo Clinic. Click here for further information on sciatica)

I called my chiropractor, who is amazing and treated my shin splints. Had two visits, but my symptoms were not improving. Running was out, and walking was very uncomfortable. So I asked her about acupuncture, since there’s a practitioner in the same office. I made an appointment and saw her the following week. Now, I should say this, I’ve had acupuncture before and already swear by it. So I may be a bit biased. But I did it for relaxation, not for pain management, so I was hopeful, but not sold.

Visit number one was good. I always reach a deep state of relaxation, but my back muscles were so tight in my lower back that I knew it was going to take some time. Visit number 2 was two days ago. One of the needles was placed along my sciatic nerve relatively low on my hip. Bear in mind, I can’t see any of this because I was face-down. She told me this one placement was “going to feel really weird.” I felt nothing for a few seconds and then a deep ache in the same spot I’ve been feeling it. I had some needles along my lower back, back of my leg and inside of my ankles and then she turned out the light, left me alone (on a heated table which was awesome) and let me rest for about 30 minutes. I fell asleep.

When she came back the level of relaxation was ridiculous. I wasn’t tired. I was so relaxed I keep saying I was drunk with relaxation.  Luckily this was the evening and I went home and fell asleep for the night. When I got up, I wasn’t as stiff as I had been. Standing in the shower wasn’t torture, and running around at work wasn’t as irritating. This morning I still went out with my team, but I didn’t run, just walked. There were a few times that I had to stop to stretch my back out, but I got in about 5 miles and was not in any more pain than I was in when I started. I even took another walk later in the day. Today I am more comfortable than I have been in a few weeks.

Did acupuncture cure me? Too soon to tell. Did it help with symptom management? Absolutely.

Here are my general thoughts on acupuncture. I once was afraid of it, but the needles actually don’t hurt at all. Every now and then one might hit a sensitive spot, but in general, they don’t hurt and you can’t feel them when they are in. I have never done anything that can relax me the way that 30 minutes of acupuncture can. And the relaxation effects for me last several days. It’s non-narcotic, which means I don’t have to worry about side-effects. This approach has several benefits and I have found it to be extremely effective. I would definitely recommend it to others and suggest that if it’s something you’re curious about, talk to your healthcare provider and consult with a practitioner to see if it’s a good option.  I will continue to report on my progress with it over the next couple of weeks.

To read more about acupuncture check out the National Institute for Health National Center of Complementary and Alternative Medicine.

Have you tried or ever wondered about acupuncture? What was your experience?


Happy Running!



Greek Yogurt Ranch Dip

I love dipping carrots and celery in something. Peanut butter is one of my go-tos, but that’s often too heavy, and I can’t really eat too much (I know, I know.) I’m also using greek yogurt in just about anything and as a substitute for sour cream or salad dressings. I finally found a healthified ranch dip recipe that you can brag about, not feel guilty about.

*Adapted from Center Cut Cook’s Greek Yogurt Ranch Dip Recipe.

1 container (8 oz) of Fage (or your favorite) plain greek yogurt. I like the 2% for this.

1/4 tsp dried dill

1/4 tsp dried minced onion

1/4 tsp garlic salt

ground black pepper to taste


You can alter the seasoning anyway you want. I only adapted from the recipe above because I didn’t have all of the ingredients. Center Cut Cook’s recipe would be AMAZING. In my opinion, if you’re missing a couple of things, as long as you have salt, pepper, garlic, dill and some onion (powder, diced, minced, whichever!), you’re going to love it.


Don’t be afraid to play with greek yogurt. Look up your favorite sour-cream recipes and switch the cream for yogurt. Almost anything will translate well!!


Team On Fire


Many people know that for over a year I’ve been actively involved with the Greater Bay Area Chapter of the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society’s Team in Training. Last fall I trained for and ran in the Nike Women’s Half Marathon and raised $2700 for blood cancer research. I ran in honor of a friend, Maggie, who was diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia in 2012. I’ve made so many good friends through Team. I’ve met survivors; people who themselves survived blood cancer and people who were survived by someone who didn’t. I run for all of them. I met some very special people last Fall. Stephanie Waxman, who was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of leukemia 2 years ago; who walked the NWHM with Team Stephanie and crossed the finish line just over a year after being diagnosed and undergoing a life-saving bone marrow transplant; who is now running with us this season. Christine Attia, who joined our team in August (3 months before the race!) and just 4 months after she lost her fiance, Dave LaRiche to Acute Myeloid Leukemia in April 2013. He was just 27. These two extraordinary women touched me deeply. Their stories were so relate-able. We three continued on to subsequent seasons; Christine and Stephanie on the Summer Team and I on the Spring Team. Little did I know then what a monumental Fall season we were about to embark on.


Christine and Stephanie had been throwing around the idea of forming another team with LLS/TNT to raise money directed specifically towards AML. “Wishful thinking” has resulted in a campaign that Christine has spearheaded called, Team on Fire. I went to an event honoring Dave on the 1 year anniversary of his passing and Christine told me that this was an idea in progress. I told her then, “I’m IN!”. (The survival rate of AML 5 years post-treatment is still only 25%). Well, our respective seasons ended. I signed back on to be a Mentor for our Fall season and I talked to Christine again. This time the campaign has grown and the goal of Team on Fire is to raise $250,000 aimed at funding research and treatment specific to AML, and she’s asked me to be the Team on Fire mentor. Of course I was so excited I actually almost burst. (And after I regained my composure I said YES!!!) 

And so we begin, with Christine as Captain, Stephanie and Lois Markovich (cancer survivor!) as Honored Teammates and myself as Mentor, Team on Fire as of today has 29 AML-fighting, run-spired members and we’re growing. This is a NATIONAL campaign through Team in Training, so anyone, anywhere can join our fight. We need to meet more survivors and our hope is that with more research and advancement specific to AML, we will. Our Dave, and our Maggie, and every other person diagnosed with a form of Leukemia will not be discussing end-of-life at age 27 or looking at a 5-year survival rate, because AML will be a cancer that has a high cure-rate. WE CAN DO THIS. WE WILL DO THIS.


I am so incredibly proud to be a part of this team and to be surrounded by such strong and determined people. All survivors in their own right.

To give you an idea of the beauty, courage, strength and determination that has developed over the past year, please visit the Team in Training Homepage, where Christine was interviewed just after she rocked the Nike Women’s Half Marathon in October 2013.



My single hope is that everyone reading will take a look at my page, at our Team Page and learn about what we are going to do.  By raising enough money to fund a specific grant, this will make a difference in the recovery of AML patient’s and their families. I hope that you might follow our progress. Maybe come to an event. Maybe dig even a bit deeper and make a donation to me or our Team. I’m looking forward to sharing this journey with you.

Here is the link to my personal page: http://pages.teamintraining.org/gba/nikesf14/bkellyj5jp

Here is the link to the Team On Fire team page: http://pages.teamintraining.org/gba/nikesf14/TeamOnFire

THANK YOU for reading. Happy Running!


Oh Hey, Here I Am!

Well hello again! That was far longer of a hiatus than I ever intended. Truth is, I was having a ridiculous pity party for myself after being derailed for months with some serious shin splints.  

After my great run in January at the Hot Chocolate 15K, my legs just never fully recovered. I was just beginning my training season with Team in Training for Spring, but never was able to get above 2 miles without significant pain. I was having bilateral shin pain that was fairly localized to mid-tibia. My right side was more painful than the left, and frankly, it hurt like a SOB whenever I so much as bumped it. So my training stalled, and then eventually stopped. I was hoping it would be somewhat limited to a few weeks. Unfortunately, they would get better enough to try running a short distance and would regress right back to where they were. SO. My coach recommended that I look into seeing someone that does the Graston Technique. I had talked to a few people that have done it and sworn by it. As much as I wasn’t looking forward to “a hot butter knife scraping over my injured shin” as it was often described, I also knew that FOR THE LOVE OF SHIN I needed to do something. With that, I found a chiropractor who specializes in sports injuries and does Graston, ART (Active Release Therapy) and some other rehab techniques and so began my rehab.

I was seeing Dr. Randall weekly for about 2 months. I will say this. It wasn’t horrible, but it certainly wasn’t comfortable at first. That being said, I could see immediately why Graston works. We basically went a little Chuck Norris on my shins, between Graston, ART, some cold laser and some ultrasound. And it took awhile. My mood during my off time was spectacularly cranky. My motivation was worse. But staying off of my legs was necessary. I’m now seeing my doctor every other week. I’m back in a regular training schedule and have been for about three weeks. In the mean time, I had a touch of plantar fasciitis which is all but healed now. I’ve been able to run, for the most part, pain free. Yesterday’s short run felt great, but today my legs are a little tender, so I’ll back off of today and RICE instead. But I think that the hiatus was necessary. To think that I could have ended up with a stress fracture that would have likely been worse is kind of scary. I learned the hard way not to become overzealous with events and training and what the cues are when your body needs a break. Had I skipped that one race in January, I may have saved myself 4 months of rehab. 


Looking forward, I’ve scrapped nearly all of my race calendar for the year and focusing only on my one half-marathon in October, the Nike Women’s Half Marathon here in San Francisco. This is an important event for me as I am doing it again with the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society and raising money to fund Acute Myeloid Leukemia research (more on that soon).

Tell me about your running injuries. How did you get through them both physically and emotionally.


Until Next Time,


When Injury Strikes

MISSING POST IS FOUND!!! (Apparently I just never hit “Publish”…oops). April, 2014:

Where the heck have I been? Wellllll. I have learned a valuable lesson in running. Athletics in general actually. Dealing with injury physically, is one thing. Dealing with it mentally is another.

After my PR-ing at the HC15K back in January, I never totally recovered. My shins were always a bit more tender and I couldn’t get beyond a 2 mile stretch of running without needing at least a week to recover. I would rest for a week until I had no more pain, then I would start out again. Within another week, I was in pain again. This went on for weeks. I had been brainstorming different strategies with my coach, who eventually recommended that I look into some medical treatment. The two suggestions were the Graston Technique and Active Release Therapy (ART). It took some time to find a practitioner in my area. Unfortunately, time I did not have. I have a half marathon at the end of this month (more on that later).

About a month ago I had to stop running entirely. I couldn’t get within even several yards. But I managed to find an excellent Graston provider nearby who had immediate availability. This was excellent news. Unfortunately, during this time my mood took a major hit.

Running is my outlet. It’s become part of my routine. I’ve been training for the San Luis Obispo Half Marathon with Team in Training. I have a team that I train with 2-3 times per week and I really look forward to it. NOT being able to train is brutal. What was worse is that I lost motivation to do anything else. It was a pretty depressing month. I was never mentally prepared to be forced to stop. I can handle a day or two, or a week. A month was/is miserable.

But I learned a lot. (I sure better have!). First, I did way too much in the Fall/Winter. Too many races too close together too soon. I sealed the deal in January with my overzealous appearance in HC15K. (Which I loved, btw).
2), I learned that you have to consider that injury really can happen to anyone at anytime. I think I knew that inherently. 3) I learned that there is a certain point at which rest isn’t going to help, and then it’s time to see a professional.

I look forward to a future post about Graston and ART, which combined with come other treatment and some good rest have begun to get me back on my feet. I started with short runs this week. My race at the end of the month is out of the question, and I’m surprisingly okay with it. I’d rather heal know and be stronger later than end up with a stress fracture that sidelines me even longer.

What have injuries taught you?


Happy running,


You Know You’re a Runner When…

I’ve often thought about at what point I became a runner. Fellow runners might say that it was as soon as I started running. That may be true, but I don’t think that is when I knew I was a runner.

I started running for real with intent about a year ago. I didn’t know then that I was a runner. I ran three times per week with my Team. I didn’t know I was a runner. I did 1/2 mile repeats, but I didn’t think I was a runner. I ran 1 mile repeats. Still not sure I was a runner. I did hill sprints and long runs and it didn’t occur to me that I was a runner. I ran. Those to me were not the same thing.

I got a monster case of shin splints (these are my vice), and I thought, “Okay maybe I’m a runner, runners get these.” And then I had to stop running, so I most certainly couldn’t be a runner.  I went an entire season coming in last, moving slow, recovering slower. Actually, I grew to really embrace this. I knew I would never be a runner if I didn’t struggle through this part. After all, my body was not used to the schedule, the hours, the pounding. I knew though, that as long as I didn’t give up, there would come a point when it felt less like “work”. But it was hard. There were days when I cursed my shoes. And my calves. And my lungs. And my back, and my hand that went numb after an 8 mile run. I bought my foam roller shortly after I finished a round of physical therapy. I was buying runner-like things. If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, right? Sometimes you just have to call a duck a duck. But I wasn’t yet willing to call myself a duck runner.

I lined up in my coral for my first half-marathon on October 20, 2013. It was dark, cold, crazy early (all of the things runners embrace about mornings). My head was ready, my body was as ready as it was going to get. And I ran. At this particular race, I ran for those who can’t. Those who will and those who won’t. I ran for those effected by blood cancer. And I ran hard. Perhaps a bit too hard because when I hit the Presidio hills I thought my legs were going to quite literally detach themselves and walk back down the other way. I most certainly am not a runner.

A funny thing happened between mile 10 and mile 12. As I was running through Golden Gate Park, I thought it was over. I must, somehow get to the finish line. The only way to be finished is to get myself to that finish line. It wasn’t until much later that I realized that at any time I could have walked off that course. I could have exited out (left, right, sat down, etc). But the thought of exiting out never, once crossed my mind. The only way this race was going to end was if I finished. And it was at that moment that I realized, that I was, in fact a runner. A runner doesn’t take the easy way out. A runner sees the finish line no matter how difficult the course. A runner goes the mile (or dozens of them) to claim that finish as their own.  A runner feels the pain, heals the pain and keeps on working. And the really funny part is that I had been doing that for months. I knew I was a runner when “FINISH”  was the only conceivable way. And now I know I am, and have been, a runner all along.

Tell me, when did you realize that you were a runner?