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    Emily Malone

    culinary arts grad. nutrition facts lover. vegetarian chef. marathon runner. country music maniac. failed dog trainer. barre fanatic. loving mama.

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    A Look Back.



My Favorite Marathon.

Greetings from Connecticut!  I spent my whole day getting ready for tomorrow’s baby shower.  My mom and I spent the morning shopping for decorations, food, flowers, and other supplies.  Tonight was all about baking!  I can’t wait to show you guys all the delicious things I baked – I hope they turn out well!

As excited as I am to be here celebrating with my family this weekend, it feels a little strange to not be in Cincinnati fast asleep preparing for the Flying Pig Marathon!  It is my absolute favorite race, and I have run it the past three years in a row.  While I’m off showering my sister with food and love tomorrow, runners will be racing 26.2 miles through my favorite city!  So in the spirit of the Pig, I thought I’d take a little trip down race memory lane.

Flying Pig 2008 (4:36:32)

My very first marathon!  My best friend Lindsey and I trained for and ran our first marathon together.  To date it is still my favorite running memory, and I really believe what they say about “only running your first marathon once.”  It was such a special experience, and I remember that despite the pain, I had so much FUN every step of the way!

Adding to the fun was the fact that Lindsey and I were “Flying Pig Bloggers” for the local newspaper throughout our training.  It’s actually how I got started blogging, and led me to start my very first blog right after the race!  I am hoping to get Lindsey to run it with me again next year.  For all the details, here is the full recap of my first Flying Pig!

Flying Pig 2009 (3:50:59)

Same race, different runner.  I was stronger, I was leaner, I was ready.  Everyone told us not to do it, but Casey and I did it anyways – we signed up and trained to run the marathon just six days before our wedding.  Looking back, it was such a good decision, and I would do it again in an instant!

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My training for the Flying Pig ‘09 was completely different than for my first two marathons (I also ran Chicago in 2008).  I focused heavily on strength training, became a vegetarian, and gave up drinking – all of which resulted in a much leaner and healthier build.  I knew I was prepared to run fast, but I wasn’t quite sure how fast.  I ended up crushing my marathon PR by 46 minutes, finishing in 3:50:51.  It is still my fastest marathon to date, although I’m hoping to beat that time next year…

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It was also Casey’s fastest marathon (3:11:03), and such a wonderful way to go into our wedding week!  Here is the full race recap.

Flying Pig 2010 (4:51:03)

Oooooh the Pig of ’10 – a very mixed race of major highs and lows. I went into the race less than prepared, after a spring lung infection sidelined me from training for over a month.  I had a bad feeling about the race from the minute I woke up, and as the skies POURED rain at the starting line, I knew I was in for a very tough day.

I reached one of my all-time race lows when I thought about quitting at mile ten.  Running through thunderstorms and torrential rain for miles and miles was so physically exhausting, and I knew finishing the race would be really tough.  But then I reached one of my running highs at mile 12, when I suddenly saw Casey on the sidelines – waiting for me so that we could finish the miserable race together.

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Casey saved me from my own mental demons in that race, and forced me to finish strong and proud, even though it was very tough and slow.  What would have been miserable to do by myself, ended up being our first (and likely only) marathon run together – such a special memory that I will have forever!

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I also learned the lesson that if I ever wake up race day morning again to rain, I won’t run.  It was miserable and one of the toughest physical challenges I’ve had to date.  We finished an hour slower than the year before, having walked almost the entire last 8 miles in a downpour!  To read the rest, here’s the full recap.

The 2011 Flying Pig Marathon is tomorrow, and while of course I am thrilled to be pregnant instead of running a marathon this year, it feels strange to not be there lacing up at the starting line of my favorite race.  I have big plans to be back next year for my 5-year marathoning anniversary.  With the baby slated to come in October, I feel confident that I’ll be ready to tackle another Pig by May.

Good luck to all the runners tomorrow!  The weather is showing rain, and I am saying an extra prayer to the weather gods that there is not a repeat of last year…

Back tomorrow with baby shower fun!



One More Goodbye.

Oh wow – what a ride!  Moving day was quite the adventure.  Casey and I were told to expect our movers at 8am, so after a night of almost –zero sleep (too nervous), I bounced out of bed at 5am to start prepping for their arrival.  There are always so many little details that have to wait until the very end before you move – one last load of laundry, disconnecting the internet/phones, cleaning out the fridge, etc. 

I finished up everything and got to work on cleaning as much as I could, but the wall to wall boxes made that nearly impossible.  Once 8am arrived, I was anxious for the movers, and also exhausted from already working hard for three hours.  I plopped myself onto the only sitting surface left usable in our house – our big comfy mattress.

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Casey had to work for the first half of the morning at a coffee shop, and without internet or company, I pretty much just stared out the window for a while.  By time 9:30 rolled around, I was starting to worry and called my moving representative to find out what was going on.

I won’t bore you with too many details, but the next few hours went something like this….

Phone call to moving company.  Told that they don’t know why my movers aren’t there yet, and will call me back.  Half hour passes, no phone call.  I call again.  Told I will be called back again.  An hour passes.  Exhaustion and anxiety are both running high.

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11am – the truck driver calls me!  Turns out they had TWO jobs yesterday, and he decided to do the other one first.  He will be at my house around 1pm, not 8am as promised.  Exhaustion and anxiety evolve into extreme hunger and rage.

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Casey comes home so that I can take a much needed break from sitting in the house (someone had to be there in case movers actually arrived).  1pm arrives, but the movers do not.  I continue to hang on by a thread, and realize that lack of food is not helping my situation.  Walk to gourmet grocery two blocks away for sandwich relief.

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2pm – arrive back at home with lunch.  Sit down on the floor, unwrap my sandwich, take the first bite.  Movers arrive.  Wrap sandwich back up, and put lunch on hold until later.  Lots of swearing under my breath.

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This is the only picture I got of our truck because I was so overcome with relief when they arrived that I didn’t want to do anything to disturb them.  This was taken out my third story window, and is probably only 1/3 of the actual truck.  It was a MASSIVE semi!  Definitely the biggest truck I’ve ever seen in Old Town.

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Once the move started, Casey and I didn’t really know what to do with ourselves.  We ended up just hanging out on the floor of whichever room they weren’t working in, or sitting on our neighbor’s front steps for most of the afternoon.

I felt bad for the movers who were clearly exhausted having already worked another job that morning, but I was also frustrated that their (VERY) late arrival + physical exhaustion meant that our move was painfully slooooooow.  Thank god we weren’t paying by the hour.

I had so hoped that (had they been on time) we would be moved out by mid-afternoon, spend a few hours cleaning up, and then be able to walk around and enjoy Old Town on our final night.  But by last night I didn’t really care anymore – I just wanted the move to be over so that we could clean and go to bed!

The movers finally finished up around 7pm, just as the sun was starting to fade.  Despite the fact that they were very late and not very efficient, I gave them nothing but cold water, lots of smiles, and a big tip.  Saying a prayer that my things arrive safely and on time in Seattle!

After they left, Casey and I attacked the cleaning projects.  There were a lot of scuffs and dings on the walls from moving everything out, so Casey ran around with touch up paint and made the place look brand new.

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I vacuumed and scrubbed every surface until it looked as bright as the day we moved in.  Because you all gave me so many great tips ahead of time, I had set aside a bag with paper towels, garbage bags, cleaning supplies, etc.  And I am forever grateful to friends Ashley and Jorge for letting us borrow their vacuum!  The only thing I didn’t have was something to clean the floors with, so this pregnant lady got down on her hands and feet and scrubbed our hardwoods by hand with a sponge and some Murphey’s soap.

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I cannot even possibly describe the level of emotion and exhaustion we were experiencing at this point, having been up and working for almost 16 hours straight.  The floor scrubbing was tough because I can’t actually get down on my hands and knees anymore.  As a result of my car accident last fall, my left knee has some pinched nerves and numb spots that make it very uncomfortable to put any pressure on.  So I crab-walked around our floors until they were clean!

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And finally, just before 10pm, it was over.  It was empty, it was clean, it was sad.  I celebrated, and then I cried.

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I left my pretty kitchen shelves behind in hopes that someone else will use them and love them as much as me.  (I also plan to buy another set in Seattle!)

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I will not lie and tell you that it was easy to walk out of the house.  After a long and exhausting day, Casey was very patient and just stood there and waited as long as I needed to stand there and take it all in.  I stood there looking at the empty rooms and remembering our move from Charlotte, and our excited arrival in Virginia.

We finally closed the door one last time, and headed back to Ashley’s to return the vacuum.  Seems fitting that she was the first person I met here, and also my last goodbye.  We actually met on our first DC house-hunting trip last July, when she so graciously decided to show us around the area.

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We became good friends instantly, and I feel so grateful to have had her friendship for all the ups and downs we’ve experienced in the past 8 months.  I will miss the beautiful town and house that I loved, but most of all I will miss people like Ashley that really brought life to our journey through Virginia.  I gave her a hug goodbye, kept my brave face on, and then sobbed the entire way back to the car.

There was only one thing that seemed fitting for our final night in Old Town, as well as the 10:30pm dinner time – Hard Times Chili.  Way back when we first found our house, we celebrated with our very first dinner out in our new neighborhood at Hard Times.  It seemed fitting that we would finish our Old Town experience there too.

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Delicious cornbread while we waited for our 11pm dinners… 

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The house draft special – home brewed caffeine-free root beer.  :)

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And finally, a massive plate of vegetarian chili mac.  If moving day does not earn a meal like this, I don’t know what does…

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We crashed hard at our hotel last night, and pulled out bright and early this morning so that Casey and the pups could head to Ohio, and I could board a plane to CT! 

Now that we are gone, I feel at peace with our decision to move to Seattle.  It has been a rocky and very emotional road for me (as you well know), and being pregnant has certainly added to that.  For the next week I am a vagabond landing in different spots all over the country. 

We drove out of Old Town this morning, and while I may have shed a few final tears, I know what we we’re doing is right.  I’m not leaving the memories or friends behind – I have packed them all deep inside of me, and plan to bring them out often and remember.  And I can smile knowing that a tiny piece of my heart will always be found back here…

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Goodbye Virginia!  For now, but not forever.

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