Where the Magic Came From

Posted on May 1, 2013 by Sarah OUaL

And now, for all the fun things in Eugene where I didn’t wear a bib or have Clif Shot caked to my face.

An homage to everyone/thing that made HugeEug Part 2 everything I dreamt it’d be (& much much more)…

These Girls; for being the easiest-to-get-along-with roommates equally dedicated to running hard and celebrating hard – and for falling asleep after me if any of you snore

kelli, robyn, sad kristina, me, meghan, sweaty

Oiselle; for making this group of strangers feel like sisters, and supporting our sport so whole-heartedly

sophia getting a mile 9 five, lots of birds at Ninkasi post-race celebratin’ (source, source)

(related) Oiselle Cheer Squad; for brightening up the hardest parts of the course with your endless energy – teammates, friends-of-friends, and anyone with an easy-to-read name on their bib “yeah, Joe! go orange shorts!”

mile 16 – bubbles, cowbells, chicken hats, (unpictured) banana suit – (source)

Em & Meghan; for your inspirational pints & planks performances, and for cheering your absolute hearts out even though I know both of you would’ve KILLED to have traded your cowbells for timing chips

yes, we ARE all impressed with the sideplank cowbell (source, source)

Pro Compression; for letting me hang out in the booth a while and for making the perfect orange sock to match my singlet

code “BLG13″ for 40% off + free s/h on any marathon sock or sleeve

Every person that said hi (or shouted during the race), for being so nice and making feel super cool. Also thanks for not making fun of how I sound in person. Loved putting so many @____’s with faces and hearing race reports instead of reading them! Oh and sorry to grey-shirt-girl-at-mile-16, who I yelled “I told you NOT to wear that shirt!” at… I hope you had a great race!

thanks for taking our picture, courtney <– new BQ’er, btw

Nuun; for hydrating so many runners/cheerers/boozers to all-around PR-caliber weekends

if it’s good enough for a 3:17 marathoner, it’s good enough for me (tell K you want a guest post about her race!)

(related) Mason; for another year of perfectly executed and SERIOUSLY HOW WERE YOU IN ALL OF THOSE PLACES AT ONCE magical pacing duties for so many. I suspect you’re already getting requests for 2014…

with Molly at mile 16 en route to a killer PR (source)

The Internet; for “introducing” so many rad people, and for making this group shakeout run on Pre’s Trail happen (& Robyn the former native for guiding us bc I fa shur would’ve gotten us lost)

Pre’s Trail with new running friends – can this be every Saturday, please!? (source)

(related) House 2; for hosting the pre-race carb fest

Corey, Steph, Molly, Laura, Holly, and Allison

Lauren Fleshman; for being an inspiration to women and runners everywhere, and taking the Oiselle “boob heat” off me for a sec.

she has like, national records, and stuff. and a baby growing inside of her. and obvs I think we’re BFFs now. oiselle bio

Meggie & Jocelyn; for being the funniest little glitter tattoo Mary Kate & Ashley twins and providing endless entertainment

Or as that guy on the course says – “Thank you for being YOU!” (cc: Holly and Monica)

Picky Bars; for the awesome post race party and not unsubscribing my club membership after spilling IPA all over your tablecloth. * p.s. The new flavor is coming! Success! Pre-order/back HERE if you want some

Steph you’re so cute and no that’s not the speed goggles talking (source)

ALL OF THE OREGON BREWERIES; for providing so many delicious liquid carbs, the premium fuel in which OUaL runs best on

some of the Day 1 haul

(related, sort of) The VooDoo Donut worker, for “donating” that late night we’re-lost-trying-to-find-our-car-but-hey!-here’s-voodoo!-let’s-go-in! snack when I didn’t know it was cash only and only had card

whatever it was you let my no-cash-carrying mouth have was delicious (source)

Verizon; for honoring an early upgrade so I can replace my nuun-soaked dead iphone

until then ol’ Flippy and I are getting our T9word on

My Photo Memory (ok, w Mason’s help); for memorizing the course map and clocking 13.09 miles garmin distance (NO I’m not claiming the course was “short”, I’m claiming I ran fucking awesome tangents)

And the biggest ‘thank you’ to Kristina; for being the best training partner, travel buddy, and friend. Running that last 1/4 mi with you into the chute was probably the best part of my weekend. I’m so proud of you and can’t wait to see what you do now that you actually know how damn fast you are. And I’m tearing up again…

(source, source, source)

And thank you everyone from HugeEug, for unknowingly letting me steal all of these photos.

Have a nice weekend – good luck to everyone racing, long running, cinco de mayo’ing, whatever!

Sarah OUaL

Sophomore Season at #HugeEug (Eugene Half recap)

Posted on April 30, 2013 by Sarah OUaL

I’m on the plane home from Eugene (…at the time – it’s now almost two days later. I’m at home on the couch if you want to know), the first moments I’ve really had to digest what happened this weekend. Vacation running with so many friends is an absolute blast – I LOVED sharing HugeEug with all of them – but all the activities and socializing left for little time to personally reflect on my own race.

Which is a cool problem to have, but I’m grateful to finally have had some quiet time to sit down and uninterruptedly hash it all out. Every split, every gut feeling, every overcome negative thought. It was easily my best race EVER and deserves some selfish time in the forefront. At least to me.

(and you, bc you’re here and obvs I’m going to word vomit every detail for you)

Here we go – The Half PR Tale, aka HugeEug Part II…

Oiselle, Nuun, and general Internet friends making race weekend FUCKING AWESOME since 2013 (jocelyn’s pic)

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1:38.

That was my original time goal when I began training for the Eugene Half. And this is the first time I’m publicly admitting it.

Half-way through my 12 week cycle things started falling apart – I wasn’t seeing the gains I wanted and my paces were no where near what McMillan prescribes for that goal time. I gutted out the rest of training but rescinded to the fact Eugene wouldn’t be that “Run To The Absolute Best of Your Ability” race I wanted.

So when race week came I adjusted my goals and said all I wanted was to run to my best ability on THAT day. To cross the finish feeling I gave it all I had. If I could run strong mentally and overcome the mid-race self-doubt and unwillingness to hang out in the pain place that’s plagued me before, I’d be one step closer to getting to that 1:3x territory someday down the road.

Bum Wrap & Pros solidified as official OUaL race uniform

I settled into the corral between the 1:40-1:45 pace groups and listened to words by Steph Rothstein-Bruce and Craig Leon, two top US finishers at Boston this year. As the national anthem played I felt the perfect mix of nervous energy and calm confidence, and knew it could be a great day if I kept that balance and didn’t get in my own damn way.

The gun went off, “Sweet Caroline” poured through the speakers, and we crossed the start.

emily’s pic

I kept my eyes off my watch at the start, trying to run on feel until we leveled out and I could lock in to something. I really didn’t want Garmin dictating my run, but running without my usual constant monitoring terrified me that I’d either run a) way too fast and crash and burn or b) too leisurely and have too much in the tank at the end.

7:32, 7:26

The next few miles were a blur of trying to find that perfect “uncomfortably manageable” pace. My breath was controlled but my legs were already feeling the work of the hills and long slight incline. I tried not to let the idea of burning for 10 more miles scare me into slowing down.

eugeleveation

Focusing on rhythm and feel instead of numbers worked shockingly (?) well. Each split beeped right around PR pace (7:45), and the consistency I was running at without watch-stalking was super satisfying. Like I finally just let my legs do their thing instead of robotically forcing it, and they performed way above expectation. Crazy.

7:40, 7:43, 7:43, 7:34, 7:44, 7:42

At mile 8 “The Hill” came into sight. I took water from the station (volunteers were stellar, btw) and got ready to put my head down and just go.

But then I heard a yell for my name, and déjà vu to Nuun Kim last year, SkinnyRunner’s mom was there yelling her face off, and then Mason was running next to me telling me to pick up my knees and asking if I’d been hydrating (obviously).

Hearing updates on my friends (he was on super pacer duties for like 10 people) gave me a boost, just in time for the Oiselle cheer force at mile 9. Cowbells, chicken hats, and banana suits are a great distraction from the fact we were running away from the finish line, btw.

Abby, Lauren, Becky, JJ, Meghan, KMet, Sweaty

sweaty’s caption : “see, she DOES love running!’

As we ran out towards the river the feeling in my legs turned from “working hard, muscles!” to “rapidly filling with lead, don’t want to move!” I worried I’d blown it by going out too fast and feared the looming wall that was surely just around the corner.

The thought of backing off to keep the pain at a distance crept in – without an actual goal time it seemed so tempting to turn away from it…

“will you look back at this point and regret it? when you write your recap do you want to admit to everyone you gave in?!”

I thought about the 10 miles of hard work I’d be throwing away, how I said I was going to give EVERYTHING, how the beer would taste better if I kept pushing, and committed to the rest of the race.

Still avoiding Garmin, I focused on just letting the effort feel a little bit harder – I knew I had to keep control a few more miles before really getting into the pain place.

7:49, 7:48, 7:54

“Strong and smooth. Strong and smooth.”

When two miles to go hit, I didn’t care about anything other than gassing out what was left. We were running the gorgeous tree-covered river path and the weather was perfect. There were enough people around to chase but not too many to feel cramped. I let my breath shorten and focused on lifting my knees and pushing off.

“Strong and smooth.”

It hurt. I didn’t think I could hold it. I thought again about giving in, and that for sure I was either going to puke or shit my bum wrap.

7:46

But we hit the bridge with one mile to go – crossing the water back towards campus in a very poignant “homestretch” way. I burned holes in the shirt backs in front of me, desperately trying not to let them pull away. We turned past our shakeout run spot, onto Agate, and up the cruel final hill, the sounds of the crowds at the top pulling me up.

Thanks, KMet… (photo cred Oiselle)

We crested and the Oiselles were there – their excitement cuing my first proud/happy feelings (expression attempt in above photo gets a B for effort). My legs were completely shot and I felt like I was barely moving. The final 1/2 mile to Hayward felt like a fucking eternity and I don’t think I’ve ever been passed by more people at the end of a race, but there was just nothing left to kick with.

7:41, :42s (7:30 avg)

Finally we turned into Hayward, the stands packed and the announcer calling out names, and all I could focus on was picking up my feet enough to not trip and face plant on the Tracktown USA oval where so many world-class athletes have been.

And nearly a minute faster than I ever have, I crossed a 13.1 finish line, with a “hand over heart for Boston.”

… and then collapsed into a volunteer and was put in a wheelchair. For like, a tiny amount of time. Just enough to stop the world from spinning and be able to say (/remember?) my name and where I’m from.

Which I guess validates the “finish on empty” goal?

Eugene Half Marathon, 4.28.13 - 1:40.45 (*New PR)

Almost even more than the race and PR, I’m proud of myself for not letting that original 1:38 goal overshadow my accomplishment this weekend. I set out to run the very best race I was capable of that day, and that’s exactly what I freaking did.

BOOYAH.

More on race weekend (lots of friends to brag about), the magical city of Eugene, and shenanigans soon. All with stolen pictures since my phone went the way of that old PR – RIP to both of you.

Sarah OUaL

extra thanks to Pro for sponsoring me – is this what I’m supposed to say? disclosure and stuff? anyway BLG13 is good for 40% off and free s/h!

The Eugene Pre-Cap

Posted on April 21, 2013 by Sarah OUaL

necessary foreword : I’m no expert – I’ve spent barely a cumulative week in Eugene, OR, but I’ll be damned if every one of those seconds weren’t spent preening the grounds and scouting for future visits as it catapulted to the top of my “favorite places on Earth” list.

I don’t fall often, but when I do it’s fast and HARD.

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My 2012 Eugene Marathon race recap

The Eugene Marathon, now in its seventh year, is a race I’m permanently penning into my calendars from now until something physically forces me from clicking “register”. Or until I have a really shitty race there. Which, having only run it once I guess is possible, but lets not think about that.

Getting To/Staying In Eugene

First, don’t poop yourself when you look up flights into Eugene airport. It’s tiny, with few airlines and flight options. Big brother PDX is just a 2 hour drive away, and you can get a rental car for the weekend for like $60 (keep in mind the cost of gas both ways and whether you’re splitting the costs with someone when weighing your options.) If you fly into EUG cabs and shuttles are ~$30/pp but if there’s more than one of you might as well split the rental costs and have some wheels. I wouldn’t say it’s necessary to have a car in town (we didn’t for the Trials) but it is convenient.

the welcome committee at EUG is pretty rad and worth the propeler plane ride

There are few hotels in Eugene – check out VRBO or homeaway.com for a rental instead. Most times it’s actually cheaper AND you get a whole house instead of a stale hotel room with people on all sides of you. It’s nice to have a more homey set up for pre-race routines (and post-race celebrations) – stocked kitchen, bedrooms with doors, multiple bathrooms? Cha-ching. Oh and don’t be weirded out – most listings are solely rental or vacation units so it’s unlikely you’ll fall asleep with someone’s wedding photo staring at you from the bedside or be confronted with a used loofah in the shower.

Keeping it real Eugene Marathon ‘12 with Em, Margot, and SkinnyRunner

In Town/What to Do, Drink, Eat

Run, duh

Want a few shakeout miles? Maybe scope out some of the course? Good idea. The path along the Willamette River (Ruth Bascom) is easy to find, not get lost on, and includes some of later miles from the race course. Visitor & navigationally-challenged-friendly.

ruth bascom bike path

a few months after our pre-marathon shakeout we unintentionally found ourselves on the same photo-op bridge at the Trials. Kismet.

And maybe you’ve heard of a guy named Steve Prefontaine? He’s sort of a big deal and has his own trail named after him. 4-ish? miles of woodchip awesomeness tucked just outside of campus. It was a little hard to find – there weren’t any “exit here for Pre’s trail” signs, but once you’re there you’ll know.

Garmin data from a Pre’s Trail run (google maps does list the trail if you zoom in far enough)

Eat/Drink, also duh

There are plenty of options in town – from hippie vegan cafes to Subway – you won’t go hungry or have to pack a spare suitcase with your own rations. Below are the places I’ve eaten and would recommend. And remember, if you’re renting a house the grocery store for home cooking is a great pre-race choice.

Breakfast : Off the Waffle, Studio One Café

Lunch/Dinner : Morning Glory (veg), Agate Alley, Café Yum (haven’t tried – only heard)

Liquid carbs & post-race celebration (duh) : Ninkasi, Rogue Ales Public House, Wild Duck

The Course

I vividly remember like 80% of the course. I guess my brain realized it was going to be a special race and afforded me a photographic recount of nearly every step. Paired with Garmin Player I was able to piece together a (hopefully helpful) play-by-play of the marathon. Elevation charts can be deceiving, and sometimes it’s good to have a general idea of what’s coming up beforehand? But if you like going in blind or being surprised go ahead and X out of this window now.

somewhat scary elev chart from eugenemarathon.com

Eugene Marathon – Garmin Connect

(ignore 26.2 on – I threw my watch at a friend before finishing and didn’t stop it until we met back up afterwards.)

2012 start line with my homes SR, fasterbunny, and sweaty

0-1mi : very gradual climb out of chute, quick decline after turn into neighborhoods

1-1.5mi : steep but short climb, right back down

1.5-2.5 : straighten out down Hillyard St

2.5-4.25 : gradual (barely noticeable) climb along quiet, tree-lined residential road. time to lock in!

4.25-6 : quick steep climb (~50 ft) up the turnaround, gradual descend back towards town on other side of road

6-8 : parks, schools, residential cheerleaders. easy miles and changing scenery

8-8.75 : “The Hill(s)” – .3mi +70ft, dip, turn, .3mi +50ft. HUGE cheer area including gorillas handing out bananas, Hayward in view at peak.

8.75-10 : pass by Hayward, the start, the crowds, dip under the highway and out towards the Willamette through industrial land

10-10.5 : duck into shaded tree-covered path, cross bridge over water

- HALF SPLIT - veer left along Patterson Slough (holla, Pre’s Trail), cross Autzen footbridge, back up Agate to Hayward

(FULL) 10.5-12.5 : veer right from split, through the park, hear rushing water, some peeks of river

Margot’s photo (bunny ears!)

12.5-13.1 : suddenly pop out of park into residential, left on 10th, half timing mat in front of big (school?) building

13.1-16 : boring straight shot down commercial road (w centennial/mlk jr) – groceries, shopping plazas, traffic lights, but lots of people. Ran through a water-sprayer arch thing around 15

16-17 : Autzen Stadium sighting! Off-road soft path back towards the water, surprising amount of spectators

17-20.5 : back to covered river trail – past the canal, a movie theater, al fresco hotel restaurant, retirement home… random pockets of people but mostly just quiet and serene by the water

20.5-21 : up and over Owosso bridge (ouch), lined with cheerleaders, ignore the wall fears

21-25 : few “bumps” (~20ft climbs) on windy park path. pockets of spectators. nice group of bushes for a squat break, if required… (this IS a first hand recount)

25-25.5 : path opens up to dead grass and nothing and it’s ‘WHAT IS THIS?!’ and ‘HOW THE FUCK FAR AWAY AM I??’

just keep going…

25.5-26 : the roundabout to the footbridge comes in sight, very faint stadium noises and cheers in the distance. a right turn back up into town, across the highway

26 – finish : the barriers line Agate St and people pack the entire stretch to Hayward. turn in and the final 150m are in front of packed stands on one of the most storied tracks in America. way cool if you’ve got enough energy left to realize it (I didn’t)

BEER TIME. The turf warm up area behind Hayward was perfect for recovering/laying down unable to move and reuniting with friends. PLUS they added a beer garden this year! If I go missing look for me there first.

Thus concludes this excessive and kind of creepy rehash on a race many of us will be dreaming crazy taper dreams of all week. Rest up, get excited, see ya in Eug!

Sarah OUaL

The Many Faces of OUaL Running

Posted on April 5, 2013 by Sarah OUaL

I don’t like apologizing for not posting, because I think it’s kind of vain to think anyone really noticed and also y’all probably breathe a sigh of relief every morning your reader/bloglovin/feedly/etc doesn’t show “ONE MILLION unread posts”.

ftr (for the record), I moved to bloglovin and indeed, am lovin it.

This Eugene Half training cycle has been less than stellar, and well-documented as such.

BARF you all just threw up because you’re so sick of hearing about my pity run stories and womp womp doomy gloomy all the time barf barf BARF.

Well guess what? No more! At least, not today. We’ll tip probably like, 45% gloomy and 55% annoying endorphin high.

Last night was a heavy tip towards the latter.

After shoveling way too much food in my dinner hole I set out for an easy 6 miles, and from the first step I felt great, despite dinner still sitting precariously high in my esophagus. Within a mile I decided to just run until I felt like stopping. At the 2.5mi dead-end I knew I wanted more than 6, and once I hit the second stretch of out-and-back I decided to just go big and make it 10. My long runs have been a weakness, so having an impromptu, STRONG double digit weekday run was a huge ego boost. My legs and head were finally on the same page, I didn’t have a watch telling me I was “too slow” or scaring me the pace was “too fast”, and the quiet night air kept Fun Sarah’s thoughts clear and uninterrupted.

STAY FOREVER, FUN SARAH!

Please. I’m begging you.

Anyway, I got to thinking about all the different “Sarahs” that show up for runs. Last night’s was a rare visitor obviously, but there are a few regular characters lacing up the Brooks each day.

Conveniently I was looking for something to do with the inordinate amount of dog pictures on my phone, so here are Chico and Frankie to personify the Many Moods of Runner Sarah :

“noooo not going. maybe K will sleep in…”

[texts kristina:] ‘you up??’ ‘yeah’ ‘…damnit.’

(before) “UGH do NOT want to drive to the track. long day at work. wah wah.“

(during) “cmon, Margot! how many more? a little faster!“

(after) “I LOVE __(whatever the workout was)__!!“

”all the way up? more than once??” [pees pants]

“just stay here. it’s dark and cold out there. your dinner should settle. a beer would be lovely – ohhh New Girl is on!” [waits until 8:30 and finally drags ass out door and wonders time and time again why it's impossible to fall asleep before midnight]

“i’ll drag your sorry ass through the rest of this run if it’s the last thing i do…”

Happy Friday! Ali if you’re reading and not immediately X’ing out of anything running-related I hope the cute dog pictures made your chrons feel better for a bit.

Sarah OUaL

* this post is dedicated to Momma OUaL because she’s all dog crazy and missing her grand-dogs. they miss you too, mom. *

The Sun is Coming! (sun safe with Mission Athletecare)

Posted on March 26, 2013 by Sarah OUaL

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This is going to be pretty rude to those of you covered in a winter encore blanket of snow right now, but believe it or not, Spring is here.

We don’t have a lot of “seasonality” here in SoCal for justification but the calendar tells me it’s true. Sorry if you just got done shoveling your sidewalk or stripping ten layers and yaktraks from your outdoor run.

But the sun will be coming around (if not you can come visit), and all those pasty shoulders and legs will finally emerge from layered hibernation soon.

And with that announcement, it’s time I took my pedestal for another Skin Protection Soap Box Speech.

If you’re unfamiliar with my story, I’ve had two skin cancer scares in the last two years.

In 2011, a week after my wedding, I went in for surgery to remove one pre-melanoma mole and one basal cell carcinoma (a non-metastasizing form of skin cancer). This past December, I went back to have two more pre-melanoma areas excised.

Neither case was life-threatening, but had they gone undetected it’s hard to imagine how quickly they would have sped down the cancer-forming path they were on.

As a brief nerd-out, pre-melanoma means there are abnormalities in the cells that have a likelihood of morphing into melanoma, a deadly (but treatable) form of skin cancer. A carcinoma is a grouping of cancerous cells, but the non-invasive kind that don’t normally spread to your other organs or kill people.

I go in for routine checkups every 9 months or so – a quick eyeball body scan by my dermatologist, and if she finds anything suspicious or worrisome she shoots it up with local anesthetic, razors it off (it doesn’t hurt, swear), and sends it to the lab for biopsy. If it comes back abnormal or with unclear margins – meaning a larger chunk needs cut to get all the bad stuff out – I go back. This last round she ‘operated’ in-office, a mostly painless punch biopsy with some stitches. The first procedure was done at a hospital by a plastic surgeon, which I felt was overkill (and expensive) but they were able to knock it all out at once and stitch me up extra pretty.

That’s a joke. All the scars are gnarly.

4 personal advocacy points – great conversation starters.

Anyway, as your homework for reading this torrid tale (for the umpteenth time, some of you long-term readers) :

1) PLEASE visit your dermatologist for an annual skin check. Or every other year. I don’t care. Just go in – mine was covered by insurance, super quick, and painless. Sure you’re naked and being inspected by a stranger, but I promise it’s worth the peace of mind.

2) DOUBLE PLEASE remember to wear SPF! Even when it’s not sunny or you’re only going to be out “a few minutes”. Not only will you be preventing scary cancer, but you’ll keep your skin young and won’t look like a wrinkly old bag by 35.

Lucky for you I’m not here shoving this down your throats without at least offering to help.

Mission Athletecare sent me some things to keep my skin happy and hopefully out from under the knife this year, and I want to share them with you. Because I love them and hate sunburn (and thigh chafing).

5 hour anti-chafe stick, SPF50 continuous spray, SPF30 lotion, SPF30 facestick

I bet you all know how sunscreen works. You put it on – 30 min before exposure, preferably – and it keeps the bad rays from hurting you or turning you into a lobster. Pretty simple, but in case you need visuals here are some really lovely photos of the application process :

ps if your thighs don’t rub together when you run we can’t be friends

The continuous spray makes total coverage foolproof, and I can get my hair and scalp without greasing em up real bad. I add some facestick (feel free to take a moment to admire my 6am beauty) to my cheeks, nose, and lips since I don’t like wearing my daily moisturizer because I get a sweaty slimy mess. Bonus : the stick is kind of tacky so it keeps me from wiping sweat in my eyeballs somehow? And lastly, a gratuitous inner-thigh shot of the anti-chafe balm. Also in constant contact with my underboobs, collar bones, and chicken flapping arms.

Reminds me I should go do some pushups after this.

I think there are HIPAA laws against me calling your doctors to make skin check appointments for you, so I’m going to do the next best thing(s) to help keep you sun safe this summer :

1) Use code “SARAHOUAL30” at missionathletecare.com for 30% off your entire order. (through 5/15/13)

2) Enter to win! One random reader will win an anti-chafe, continuous spray, and facestick – Summer Running Protection kit of their own. To play :

Leave a comment telling me your most exciting spring/summer plans. Something a gnarly sunburn or melanoma diagnosis would put a damper on.
Tweet “__(something fun you’re doing this spring/summer)__ will be SUN SAFE thanks to @sarahoual and @missionathlete #FUcancer”
- ex. “Running Boston will be SUN SAFE…”, “Camping Yellowstone will be SUN SAFE…”, “Drinking margs by the pool will be SUN SAFE…” – you get it
Schedule a skin check. Let me know. These entries also awarded a virtual high five and insta-BFF status.

1 entry for each, must leave a separate comment. Winner will be chosen by random on Tuesday 4/2 at noon PST

Good luck! The sun is fun and makes everyone happy so enjoy it, responsibly! (like the alcohol commercials).

Sarah OUaL

Once Upon a (L)ime

it's the life between the miles that counts… [a running and lifestyle blog]

Tag Archives: running

Where the Magic Came From

Sophomore Season at #HugeEug (Eugene Half recap)

The Eugene Pre-Cap

The Many Faces of OUaL Running

The Sun is Coming! (sun safe with Mission Athletecare)

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