Life, Lately

I already have a post with that title but I don’t care because I think it’s catchy, it’s an easy to read and write format, and it reminds me of my (once almost obsessive) girl crush Chelsea Handler.


That time my sister, Lauren, and I met Chuy at the Chelsea Lately taping. Visitors to Casa de OUaL get only the top-tier star treatment, you know.

So anyway, here’s what’s been going on in my world.

Jinx, You Cocky “Never Get Sick” Motherfucker

For like a week I battled this tickle-the-back-of-your-throat-until-your-eyes-well-up-and-you-finally-dry-hack-to-make-it-stop cough that just would not quit. During that time I claimed with all the conviction in the world I wasn’t sick, “it’s just a tickle thing” and slept on the couch because oops Brian wakes to nonstop night coughs easier than I do. The day it finally eased up I went to bed early, so eager for a full night of sleep for the first time in like, 9 days. I woke up at 3am barfing my brains out with food poisoning. Oh and Brian was out of town. Being miserable and whiny without anyone to acknowledge your pity party in person sucks. Almost as much as trying to walk the dogs when you can’t keep bodily fluids where they belong. All that aside, the worst part is that I must’ve given it to myself since I hadn’t eaten out the days prior, and can’t pinpoint the culprit. I’ve been living in fear of eggs, romaine, peanuts, tomatoes, yogurt, bottled water, clementines, and canned tuna since.


sick 2

nurse dogs, or “seriously woman when can we go outside for more than 60 seconds at a time?” dogs?

Feeling Better? Ok Good [CRAAAAAASH]

This Monday, I finally woke feeling healed of all my cough, faucet nose, and food-scorned insides, and jumped out of bed before my alarm ready to conquer the world. Nothing, I repeat NOTHING, makes life more rosy than spending extended periods of time laid up in bed against your will. I skipped off to my chiropractor for some more body work and let him go to absolute torture town on my hamstring, after which he gave me a gold star for both pain tolerance and injury progression. I’m down to as-needed visits instead of every-other-day, and am feeling loads better. I left the office so cheery (uncharacteristically and obnoxiously, I should add) that I wasn’t even dreading my next stop – the dentist. I got in my car, a head-bobby singalong song came on and I rolled the windows down to let the outside world contagion my good mood, when BAM!


if you know me, the idea of me having a smily sunshine license plate is probably too much hilarity too handle

Hey guys, did you know you have to wait for oncoming traffic to clear before you can make a u-turn? This guy didn’t.

No one was hurt and the damage was minor luckily – no, not luckily, it was all minor because I was able to slam on my brakes from 40mph to almost a complete stop and steer away from a direct collision because I pay attention to the road and know how to drive a damn car. I knew it was only a matter of time and odds before one of the idiotic drivers plaguing our streets took me as a victim, and I guess I should at least be grateful he had insurance. Anyway, it still sucks to deal with. Plus the asshole totally took the sunshine and rainbows out of my happy sail. And he didn’t even say sorry.

New Trails

One of my favorite parts of mine and Emily’s drive across the country last summer was the hunt for places to run. Spotting a trail or bike path from the road, pulling over, lacing up, and starting the watch before a second thought even clicked. Endlessly scouring Google Maps for a green blob with enough little trail lines to log a few miles. Running right-hand laps around a hospital in Rapid City because it seemed the only “safe” place during Sturgis.

Those runs – even though they may have been painful, boring, or uneventful – I’ll remember forever. The adventure added so much more than the miles in my training log.

I’m trying to instill a little more of that adventure into my runs now. Sure, sometimes they’re a bust and I end up driving to the gym when a spontaneous route ends up super sketchy or non-existent, but sometimes they’re just what the burnout doctor ordered.


this path

this IG comment was intended to be about life in general, but the literal application is too much to deny

Lesson learned: Always keep a sports bra and running shoes in your car. You never know when a pretty little trail might reel you away from your plans.

Sarah OUaL

Things That Are Harder Than Running a Marathon

(A working list)

- Driving on any California Highway during rush hour without swearing. Or really at any time of day

- Saying “no” to Girl Scouts during cookie season

- Watching a race in your neighborhood and not getting to participate

- Not singing along to Journey

- Wearing white without spilling on yourself

- Leaving Target for less than $50

- Learning Japanese, probably

- Captcha codes

Of course, it’s been a minute (er, almost two years?!) since I’ve completed a 26.2 mile race, so maybe my memory’s a little off. Any recent marathoners care to chime in?

In conclusion, here’s an irrelevant but adorable photo of Frankie and Chico because it’s Friday and it’s my blog.

dogs in bed

And a classic Addam’s Family clip because it actually is relevant and young Christina Ricci is the best


Happy weekend, racing, and long running, pals.

Sarah OUaL

Finding a Fix (Hopefully)

After three months of at-home muscle rolling/sticking/abusing and rehab exercises, my hamstring injury is still just kind of, there. Not getting worse but not getting better, and I’m finally just fed up of not feeling 100%.

shitty legs

symbolic “these are my legs, they want to feel better so they can want to run again instead of feeling like the bird poop they’re stepping in” pic

The massage and Active Release Therapy that Dr AJ did back in January made me feel like a new person with a brand new leg – all the crap built up in my muscles was being worked out and put in its place and it felt like rainbows and glitter and happy marathons (<— oxy moron?) Unfortunately as I continued to run and workout, that build up slowly started coming back. It finally became apparent I wasn’t going to clear up this tendonosis shit on my own, so I started the search for a local office to beg healing from (I saw Dr AJ in Arizona on a work trip, ICYMI.)

Friday I pulled out all our insurance paperwork – there is a disturbing amount of verbage regarding whether certain cosmetic surgeries are covered or not, by the way – and tried to translate what might be the most cost-effective form of treatment for me. Other than a sinus-related rhinoplasty or medically-necessary tummy tuck, which are real things I guess. I’m still not 100% confident that months down the road bills for a billion dollars won’t show up, but it seemed a chiropractor was the way to go. If anyone reading works for Cigna in CA and can tell me if “Covered, $15 copay” actually means “you’re about to fuck your financial world up, honey” I’d appreciate it.

Anyway, my first appointment was this morning. I blindly picked a name off the network list based on who was closest and who had anything “sport”-related in the name. It’s early going, but the signed athlete posters (surfers, motocross, soccer, mountain bikers) and casual “former triathlete” mention made me feel in good hands. Well that and my currently bruised, numb, and taped, but pain-less left leg.

I’m going back for more treatment in a few days, and in the meantime he said to just “be smart” about workouts and running. No, there’s no need to shut down. Yes, the treadmill is your friend. Yes, running faster and shorter is better than slower and longer. You said marathons? You look like a 5k or 1500 runner. Thanks dude, I know I have boobs and a body fat % in the double digits, I’d be mad but that metal knife tool you’re digging into my ass hurts more than your words so keep on, man.


now do I look like a track runner to you, doc?

Why is someone saying “you don’t look like a marathoner” the only thing that triggers my desire to run one? Instead of saying I hate long distance and actually prefer shorter and faster, I got way defensive and played my 2-minutes-from-BQ [lame] card like my only goal in the world was to get back to a 26.2 start line.

Tell me I can’t so I will.

[haha jk not running a marathon]

[[… right now]]

Ok I’m going now before I say something I’ll regret.

Sarah OUaL