10 lessons I learned on marathon day

While I ponder my full race report - brace yourselves for that one, it could be epic - let me highlight the top 10 things I learned on marathon day: 

1. Be prepared 

Sunglasses = happiness

Given my intense need to have a full and comprehensive understanding of how I will get anywhere, travel was never going to be a personal problem; however, it amazed me the number of people asking on twitter etc. about how to get to the start site THE NIGHT BEFORE! If you're laid back enough to just rock up to a marathon start line 'somehow' making it on time and go with no nerves then I salute you. In fact, I defy that you even exist! In my opinion, if there is anything that you can do to reduce the pre-marathon nerves and worries then do it - including knowing how the hell you're getting there at least 24h before the start. 

My preparation for travel is not reflected in my preparation of kit, however, and realised that I forgot my sunglasses while on the train to the start. It was scheduled to be a scorcher too. Uhoh. Fortunately, having runner friends who will be on the sidelines comes in useful and a quick tweet to Charlie and logistical planning for a meet-up en route meant having glasses from the 6 mile point. Bonus lesson: if you can't be prepared, then have lovely friends who can be prepared for you. 

 2. Arriving early = no toilet queues. 
OK, so perhaps my '2 hours before the start' arrival was a little eager. Fortunately it was a lovely morning and I could sit on the grass in the sun, watching the weird an wonderful marathon peeople go by, while sipping my Nuun and eating a crunchy peanut butter Clif bar. But seriously - there was not a portaloo queue in sight. I went three times in the space of an hour just because I could! After 9am (1 hour before start), however, the giant snake loo-queues began to emerge. I'll admit it - I was smug. And, importantly, - but perhaps oversharingly - empty. 

3. Marathon supporters are awesome 
Yes, AWESOME. Having my name on my vest, I felt that everyone was there cheering for lil' ol' me. "You can do it, Katy!", "Great running, Katy!", "You're amazing, Katy!" - now, I'm normally fairly rubbish at taking compliments, but on this occassion I lapped it up and I have to say, I felt pretty awesome too (well, for the first half at least, but that's for another time...). I also had a huge grin on my face after spending the first 10 miles high-fiving every child who thrust their tiny hand my way and even some who didn't... 

After one runner robbed me of a child high-five I demanded that he provide me with said high five personally, despite the fact he was carrying a water bottle and four gels. It was messy, required some reorganisation, and almost resulted in a face-first fall, but I got my high five dammit! Yeah!

 4. Balloons are the answer 
Having friends and family in the crowd is great and I'd have been devastated to miss them, so set about planning how to spot them in the throngs of supporters. Answer: a massive yellow balloon, otherwise known as 'Bob'. A quick check of my phone told me my family and the boy were around the 12 mile marker; all I needed to do was keep my eyes above the crowd and BINGO! - there was Bob. Further down the line, another text: Mile 23. Hey presto: there was Bob. I doubt I would've seen them if it hadn't been for the genius of Bob (or myself, for having the idea of Bob, but we'll give him the credit this time...)



5. It's not just a training run 
It had been suggested to think of the marathon as 'just another training run'. I get why that can help, and that's what I tried to think. The reality was, however, that this was not another training run: this was it - everything I'd been working towards since October. During training I never experienced the highs and lows like I did in the marathon - I don't think anything can prepare you for that if it's your first time. It's also further than my longest training run of 20 miles, and while 6 miles doesn't seem that much further, trust me: it is. I hurt a lot in the last 10k and seriously doubted if I could keep going at points. As my mum said afterwards 'I think that's how you're supposed to feel: it's a marathon, not a walk in the park!' So I guess now, in hindsight, she's right. If it didn't feel that hard it wouldn't be a marathon, it'd be just another training run. 

6. Finishing is a mixed emotion 
First: thank christ that's over. Second: exhaustion. Third: where's my medal? Fourth: overwhelming emotion and tears. Fifth: exhaustion. Sixth: exhaustion. Seventh: MEDAL PLEASE! And water. Lots of water please... 

In my mind, this moment would play out in slow motion - the Union Jack flags billowing in the wind down the Mall, the cheers a dull roar in the background, the finish-line colours bright in the sunlight and me galloping over the line to Chariots of Fire. In reality, I was faint for the last 2 miles and felt very dizzy up the finishing straight, struggling to focus on where I was and could only think of reaching that big red sign so I could stop. It wasn't until I went across the finish, gathered myself, got my medal and turned to look back down the Mall that the emotion overcame me - I'd just run the London marathon! Then I stumbled onwards and everything was a blur. But I had my medal, so all was ok with the world again. 

7. Running in warm weather makes you crusty 
Apparently it's the dried out salt from your sweat or something. 4.5 hours of sweat = crusty like a piece of crispy seaweed. Lovely. Bring wipes. 

8. Cold, hard concrete is my friend 
Hobbling up stairs and down a ramp to get to the changing area (I mean seriously?! Event organisers take note for next year: this was just plain cruel!) I was confronted with an empty, shaded underground parking lot with a curtain up. Never before have I been so happy to be cool! I lay face down on the concrete floor, ecstatic at the cold against my skin, and stayed there until another woman arrived and asked if she needed to call an ambulance.

9. A pint will never taste so good. 
Nor will a G&T, a champagne cocktail, a glass of red, or a whisky. I do not, however, advise having all of these things, one after another, directly after a marathon - yes, that is from experience. 

10. Never say never 
Never again is exactly what went through my mind at mile 23. I was at the bottom of the emotion rollercoaster and declared that I will never put myself through this again! But. Well. See. The thing is... Now that it's done, and now that I know what to expect, maybe the next one won't be just quite as bad?! Only one way to find out... Athens Marathon in November it is then!

What did you learn on marathon day?

Katy | City Girl Fit

Happy 1st Marathon Eve!

This is it. My last night before I run the London Marathon 2014. My first ever marathon, first ever time beyond 20 mile in fact! Am I nervous? Yes. While training went well overall, on Sunday I arrived back from a 2 week holiday in the US where I ate my weight in food and consumed copious amounts of booze. This, I'm pretty sure, is not what they describe in the 'how to taper' handbook...

Nevertheless, back at the end of March I completed the Surrey Spitfire 20 miler in 3.09, and felt pretty strong. I also managed a treadmill sprint session and three outdoor runs on holiday:

Run 1: 6 miles along the Vegas strip

Run 2: 4.5 miles in Mammoth, CA

Run 3: 10 miles from downtown San Francisco to Sausalito.
Yep, including over the Golden Gate Bridge!

So thank you, marathon. Because without this race to train for I wouldn't have laced up my shoes and experienced these places in the unique way that running provides. Each was individual and awesome in it's own right and I LOVED it!!

Tonight, I sit here finalising my marathon playlist, laying out the kit and generally being a bit excited. While nerves definitely play a part, I have been lucky enough to avoid injury and know that I will be on that start line tomorrow ready to run the London Marathon, and adding some London-based selfies to my running pic collection :)

Whatever comes my way, however slow or fast I run, I aim to take in what is happening around me and ensure that I take the time to focus on what's important - the fact that I am even able to run, the fact that I am privileged to be part of a race that many will never get the chance to run, and the fact that by doing this I am raising money for two great charities in memory of two great men.

If you're running tomorrow then good luck! Enjoy! I can't wait to meet all 36,000 of you :) Number 5097 - come say hi!

Katy | City Girl Fit

To run or to give up: fighting through sadness for happy running

So, it's been a while. Sorry about that - a few things have happened and I just didn't feel like writing. Or running for that matter. Sadness does that to you, I think; either you just don't want to function any more or you're someone who goes in to overdrive to cope. I'm the former, evidently.

Training had been going relatively well. I had 17 miles on my plan the weekend of valentine's day, and I'd planned to do 6 miles alone, pick up my friends Georgia to run 9 miles together, then run the final 2 miles home. It was a good run - all smiles at 12 miles form me, 6 miles for Georgia.


When I dropped Georgia off my phone rang - it was my mum. With a heavy heart she had to tell me that my Grandpa had passed away suddenly. I was stunned, devastated, and on the verge of a meltdown 2 miles from home. I needed to be home. I hung up and just ran.

For the best part of the next two weeks I didn't run again - I just couldn't find it in my to lace up the trainers and go. I was worried that I wouldn't want to run again, but slowly I started to come round and set myself a new purpose to run: for Gramps.

Image courtesy of Charlie Brown

Thankfully, I have a bunch of super-amazing running girls who can be relied on to be ready to run together and provide much needed moral support. Leah and Melissa had 18 miles on their plan and decided to do it on a Thursday night after work. A bit nuts, but the lure of company versus a lonesome weekend run was too much and off we went. 18 mid-week miles, starting running around 7pm and finishing about 10.20pm - I have to admit, we (at least I!) felt a bit like heroes when we were done. A major confidence boost.

Twickenham delicacy.
And a hot dog.

I was signed up for Surrey Half Marathon the following weekend but the boy was a bit jammy and won us a pair of tickets for England vs Wales at Twickenham. Getting my legs out versus watching a bunch of fit men getting their legs out - no contest really! So I headed out for a pre-rugby 8 sub-4h marathon miles on Sunday morning instead. Felt good :)

The following week was the last big push before the marathon - 20 miles. Along with Becs, Hilary and Alexa, I'd signed up for the Surrey Spitfire 20 miler. I figured that I was much more likely to actually do 20 miles if there was a medal at the end, and it would give me good experience of actually racing that distance versus training for the distance. If I could just get through this race, I was pretty confident I could run the marathon.

Well, I got through it! Not only that, but I felt pretty strong despite the heat and the hills (oh, the hills!) and even managed a sprint/dance-down-the-finishing-straight finish. Target: 3h20. Result: 3h09. Sweeeeet!! Surrey Spitfire was a great race, helped immensley I'm sure by the sunshine, beautiful countryside, singing birds and support of fellow running friends. I was elated and, even better, full of confidence for the marathon in 4 weeks time. Just another 10k on top of that and I'm home.

Don't get me wrong - while I felt strong and was elated to be finished those 20 miles hurt. It hurt when I had to run up those hills, it hurt at 18 miles when I thought my legs were going to fall off, it hurt when I sat down and tried to stand up again, it hurt when I got out of the car after driving home, and it hurt for 2 days after. A marathon will not be easy, but I feel confident that I can stand the pain and get myself round those 26.2 miles. Will I put myself through it again? Well, that's another question all together...

Surrey Spitfire complete with RAF jet. As you do...
And no, we did not plan the co-ordinated outfits, honest!

As I've written about before, I'm running in memory of my friend Sarg. Now - and I hope Sarg doesn't mind sharing - I'd like to add another on to that and run for Gramps too. 26.2 miles: for Sarg and for Gramps. If you'd like to donate to support two charities in memory of these awesome gents then you can do here:
http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/fundraiser-web/fundraiser/showFundraiserProfilePage.action?userUrl=KatyMalpass

Thanks for your support. Next stop - marathon! Well, actually next stop is Vegas for a vacation, but let's not talk about how that might throw a massive spanner in the marathon success plan...

Katy | City Girl Fit

Training update: head vs heart

I didn't feel like running this week. Despite my heart still being fully committed to marathon training my head told my body that this week was rest-and-be-thankful week.

I'd already cut down the number I runs I planned from 4 to 3 per week - scheduling a short speed session, a medium pace session and a weekend long run - but through the week I just didn't feel it. So I did yoga instead! Ahhh yoga - you make it all ok. 

That said, I had 15 miles on my schedule for the long run and, having ditched my long run last week in favour of a self-planned mini duathlon, I knew I couldn't bail again this week. 15 miles is uncharted territory for me, my longest run being 13.1 at Run to the Beat last September. I was nervous to say the least.

Fortunately, I had planned a trip to visit my good friend Sheila in Manchester for this weekend. Sheila has completed both London and Edinburgh marathons in sub 4 hours - this was the girl to get me through 15 miles!

Runners of Manchester:
I salute you!

A quick check of the weather forecast on Saturday morning suggested that we get out about 9.30 in order to avoid the rain wind and hail that was - as I found out later - presently battering London and the TNR girls on their 15 mile journey and was now Manchester bound. So we quickly got up, dressed and out the door.

The wind. Oh my the wind!! Bitterly cold and at some points strong enough to lean in to and say upright! My mantra in difficult conditions (wind, hail, stitches, skinned knees & hangovers - ideally not all at once) is that I might well experience these things on marathon day (well, hopefully not the hangover...) so I need to man up & plough through regardless. So that's just what we did! And can I just say - the runners of Manchester were super friendly, smiley and lovely. It made the run all the more enjoyable :)

My knees began to groan about mile 11 and by mile 13 my hips were tight and achey, but we made it. 15 miles: DONE! Reward was some retail therapy in Manchester with three bottles of Pinot Grigio & gluten-free pizza for dinner at Dough - delicious!

I'm super chuffed to have run my furthest distance to date, and not to have suffered from aches and pains too badly despite my lack of during-week training. I hope to get in some run sessions this week but have two spin sessions booked so we'll see! Regardless, I have 17 miles on my plan that I will have to see through next weekend. 

Looks like the territory is uncharted from here on out. Hoist the sail m'hartys - all aboard! We're off on an adventure...

Katy | City Girl Fit

Training update: giving longs run a rest

As I mentioned in my post earlier this week, as part of marathon training I've just been running and running and - yep, you guessed it - running. This week, I decided that my long run would be left in the bank so that I could do something other than running with my weekend. 

Run commute success!

But I'm not about to turn my back on the mileage, oh no! After a short but speedy 3 mile session on Tuesday evening, I set the alarm bright and early on Thursday to do my first run commute: a 1.7 mile leg to the train station, 10 mins on the train, then 7.5 miles from the station to work = 9.3 miles total. 

Despite some 'puddles' to navigate and an incident with a mini swamp in which my shoe was lucky to make it out alive, I made it there in one piece! It was lovely to watch the colour of the sky change as the sun came up, and enjoy the peace and quiet of woodland paths versus the hustle and bustle of the train. I'll be doing that one again!

After a prosecco-filled Friday night I knew that a saturday run would be off the cards, so instead the boy and I decided to head out on a London adventure. I bought him a book called 'London's Hidden Walks' last year, and we had yet to go on one - what better excuse than a hangover and need to blow the cobwebs away?

Thames path out east - a quiet spot!

At new year we put together a bucket list of things we wanted to do in London, and on there was the Emirates Air Line cable car. So we picked the east Rotherhithe walk, with the plan to extend this along to the o2. It turned out to be a beautiful day, and a solid 7 miles of walking along a part of the Thames path that I'd never seen before - MUCH quieter than along by London Bridge/Waterloo. As in not a soul to be seen for miles!

At the end of our walk we boarded the cable car. I don't quite know how I managed to forget this, but I'm really scared of heights! When we hit the peak of the cable car ride it was very windy - needless to say I was not a happy bunny. I managed to get over this long enough to take a picture. Sorry it's a bit blurry. That's what shaking uncontrollably does to you....

Given that my Saturday was dedicated to walking off my hangover, Sunday should have been my long run day. However, I'd already booked on to one of the free classes offered up by BOOM cycle at their new site in Holborn. I decided instead to run there, do the 1h15 class, see how I feel and maybe run back. This surely is as good as doing a long run, right?!

I set off from home at 9.30am up towards Vauxhall, along the river, up to holborn - 5.6 miles in the glorious sunshine. It's when I run around these areas of London that I feel like a tourist again. It's easy to forget what is right there on our doorstep. There's no denying - London is a beautiful city.

Descending the stairs on Proctor street in to BOOM, it's clear that they've kept the same minimalist-cool vibes from the other site at Shoreditch. Friendly receptionists welcomed me in and I plonked my running backpack in the free to use lockers (it's the little things that count - free lockers make my day!).

I'd signed up for a 75 minute class with Mark Clarke - one of my favourite instructors at BOOM. He has such a calm nature and really gives you a good insight and instruction as to how hard you should be working at each point. Very useful to stop you going out to hard and dying half way through!! My runner friend Kiera had also signed up for this class - always nice to see a friendly face and catch up on training schedules :)


It was a tough class, some heavy, loooong hills and speed work with heavy resistance. But - as I always feel after spin at BOOM - it was awesome! Shared a 'how sweaty am I?' glance with Keira at the end. Answer: VERY! Ignoring the pleas from my legs, I thought a short trot down to Stockwell station would be just the ticket. A quick call to the boy and found out he was making us some soup for lunch - perfect! Should be ready when I get home... 

2.5 miles in to my run home I realise that weird sensation I'd been feeling was not the beginnings of a stroke but my phone frantically buzzing in my backpack. 5 missed calls from the boy. Uhoh. 1 picture message from the boy. If you're squeamish, look away now:

Soup-making is clearly a dangerous sport! I had to cut my run short and hop on the tube via tescos to pick up TCP and bandages. Nevertheless, as I realised on my tube ride home, I'd completed a mini duathlon today. Not too shabby!

Back to long running next weekend, but was pleased of the break this week. How has your training been this week? Are the long runs getting to you too??

Katy | City Girl Fit

Why I won't cheat on running. Yet...

Last week my lovely friend Lesley, who I met and lived with during our undergraduate science degrees at Glasgow Uni, sent me a picture. Despite being mostly lovely, Lesley lives in Dubai and often likes to rub my face in all the sunny outdoor activities she gets involved in! This time, however, the picture wasn’t of the Dubai sunshine...

This scrawling is, in fact, an attempted scientific correlation between Lesley’s weekly workout schedules and her 10K PBs for the years 2011-2014. Now, the scientist in me feels that I should point out the flaws of this study design but, scientist or not, I’m sure you can fathom that this research is entirely lacking in statistical power and there are numerous variables that have not been controlled for... HOWEVER, I believe the moral that Lesley was trying to show me this: 

Less running = Faster running

Although she is a highly intelligent and gifted being (I hope that tenner is in the post, Lesley), my friend did not invent this concept. BUT – despite some questionable stats – the results are quite striking: going from running 3-4 times per week in 2011 to just one running session a week plus one of, bootcamp, weights and rowing in 2013-2014, Lesley’s 10K time decreased by a whopping 7 minutes! More interesting to me is that the bad hip and knee that she suffered from back while running loads in 2011 is no more: she runs 10K pain free and – as her Picasso-of-a-picture suggests – with a smile on her face.

On top of this bombshell dropped from Dubai, my London-based and equally delightful blogger friend Charlie put up a post on the notes she took while at a talk at Runners Need on Monday on avoiding injury while marathon training. I was supposed to be there but work had other plans for me. Unhappy face.

Fortunately, Charlie’s post captures what was said nicely:

‘Running is not bad for your knees, running on weak muscles is bad for your knees.’

And the advice? 

“...to combat muscle weaknesses and strengthen the muscles in your legs [you should] perform single-leg weights, including squats, lunges, hopping, as well as using the weights machines, and perform these lower body weights at least twice a week (although not on consecutive days)."

Weights twice a week!? WHILE marathon training?! This got me thinking...

Back in October I wrote a post about ‘mixing up my training’ – keeping the variety to prevent myself from getting bored. And back then I was doing that. Now, at the end of January, I have to admit that it’s sort of fallen by the wayside. 

As my marathon deadline creeps ever nearer (10 weeks to go!) I’ll openly admit that the fear has gripped me: can I actually run 26.2 miles? Will my legs stop working at 18 miles in? Am I nuts??! 

My way to combat this fear and to give myself the confidence that I CAN run - that I can run lots AND far - has been to run. Lots (not always far) but also far (which takes lots of time, so still counts as ‘lots’). On reading this back I realise that, essentially, I’m attempting to prove to myself that I’m not nuts by being entirely more nuts!

Anyway – back to my point! Between working an 8.30-5.30 job (or should I say ‘5.30 most of the time, unless I have something I want to be at’, like marathon talks...) with an hour commute each side, plus the boy and friends to enjoy time with, that leaves not very much time for this running malarkey never mind anything else! My weekends are pretty much given over to running for hours then eating and vegetating. I’m often shattered at the times I’m supposed to be socialising. But I soldier on with a beer in hand because, y’know. I’m a trooper.

Lately I find that I miss my (sport-related only, ofcourse!) ‘bits on the side’. I used to go to kickboxing – loved it! – to spin, to NTC classes and to more yoga classes. I’d also like to get more involved in weight training, but I just can’t find the time. And even when I do try to do something else I feel like I’m ‘cheating’ on running. And – all the more scary –- that running will come along like a deranged, wronged lover and punish me at some point on my 26.2 mile jaunt around London in April (I find that denial is also a great way to get through the fear: this thing I’m running? Pah, it’s just a ‘jaunt’!). 

I’ve seen some posts from those who follow Julia Buckley’s ‘Fat Burn Revolution’ plan, particularly a blogger friend Becca who has had a pretty amazing transformation. Julia is a big advocate that marathon training or any running training can be fit in around other activities and that you will see the benefits. I think that once I get the marathon thingy (oh, hello again there denial!) out of the way I might try to give it a go. 

Until then you can say what you like - get Paula Radcliffe to tell me that I don’t need to be faithful to running! - it doesn’t matter: the fear of 26.2 miles will keep me channelling my inner Forrest Gump and keep on running (minus the trucker hat... And the chinos. And check shirt. But I've got the Nikes!) 

I wonder if it’s because this is my first marathon. Maybe more experienced marathon runners don’t sweat the time spent courting activities outside of running... Is it just me? Do you have illicit affairs with cross fit or a yoga mat behind the back of running? Go on, tell me. I can keep a secret ;)

Katy | City Girl Fit

Training update: when the going gets tough...

The week in stats

no. of runs: 4
no. of yoga classes: 1
no. of spin classes taken after running a half marathon: 1 (just about!)

11 weeks to go until 'the big one' and it's been a tumultuous week. A busy one at work, including a few nights away with the inevitable 'client socialising' time - cue too much wine and rich, indulgent food - plus early mornings and late nights. 

Fitting in my training hasn't been easy, and I've been left a bit drained come Sunday evening. Yup, marathon training is really hitting home. It's not easy, but then nothing that's worth doing ever is, right?

My first run was a 1.5 mile speed session en route to meet the boy at the train station - figured I might as well make the most of any spare time I have and, rather than walk over to the station, did a 5min warm up, 5x200m sprints at full pace plus 1.5 min recovery in between. Short and sweet, but productive!

A dark, dark morning in Weybridge

Run number two was an early morning effort while away with our clients. A 6am start and my plan was to head down to the Thames path in Weybridge, but upon arriving there I realised just how dark it is out of the city! 

No Thames path for me, and as the pavements in Weybridge just end abruptly with nowhere else to go, my planned 4-5 miles was cut short to 3 miles. Ah well! 

Thursday night brought an Urban Yoga retreat with the crew from AdventureYogi. I'm keen to head on a weekend yoga retreat in the UK and my research brought me across the Adventure Yogi retreats. They run city-based evening mini-retreats to give you a taste of what their longer retreats involve, and I'd recruited my twitter friends Steph and Felicity to come along too.

Vegan feast

We had a lovely flow yoga class with Sally from Stretching in the City - exactly what I needed after two long days of work! - followed by some lovely vegan food by Tatu. I have to admit, I've always shied away from vegan as I'm a carnivorous being , but our 3-course feast was lovely - lots of food for thought!

A gloomy Tower Hill

Thoroughly stretched and refuelled, I took Friday as a rest day in preparation for my third run, the long run, on Saturday morning with the Team Naturally Run girls, headed up by Leah. Long runs means an early start, and Saturday was no exception. I was up at 6.45 to get my porridge in my belly before heading out to meet the girls at Tower Hill.


Together, Leah, Lissy, Charlie W, Charlie B, Lucy and I set off heading west along the Thames. We met  Sian at Embankment who joined us for a few miles, while the rest of us continued on towards our ultimate destination: our brunch spot at Outsider Tart in Chiswick.

Team Naturally Run!

After 13.1 miles I've never been happier to walk in to a brunch spot! Treated myself to a cranberry and ginger beer juice, earl grey and chilli chicken scramble. Amazing!

Not content with running half a marathon, Charlie and I joined Zoe in attending the NTC week spinning class at Equinox gym in Kensington - more about that later in the week. Needless to say, our legs were pretty tired, and I was happy to get home, have a shower and a well-deserved nap!!

Post-run brunch!

Run number 4: the reluctant run. I've been expert at recruiting friends in to various events that I'm taking part in, and the up-coming Surrey Half marathon is no exception. The boy has signed up (well, I signed him up...) as have two of my friends and colleagues Anto and Georgia. None of them has run this distance before, so when they organised a 6 miler on Sunday I felt obliged to take part as well! 

Despite tired legs, I managed to keep up with them and get round in the horrible weather. That'll teach me for dragging others in to my running craziness!! 

Hope you've had a good week of training. With the distances starting to mount it's tough to fit everything in, and the doubts inevitably start to creep in: will I really manage 26.2 miles??! We've still got time - we can do this!

Thanks to Stephanie and Charlie for some of the pictures used here - I'm still rubbish at taking pics while running/yogi-ing. Must take some lessons from these two blogger-superstar ladies!

Katy | City Girl Fit