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Make Running Great Again™!
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MRGA hatOriginally posted in 2016 by Salty.

Introducing our new slogan: Make Running Great Again™!

Why might we change our slogan from the perfectly adequate “Get Chicked™”? Well, these are dark times in running, between the USATF infringing on athletes’ rights, to the doping epidemic and EPO flooding our borders, to the biased media indoctrinating us with the idea that we have any business spending hours training for marathons. And we long for the good old days, when people whistled while they worked, people knew where to sit on the bus, and we women had fewer choices to confuse us.

Yes, America! We must go back when women were thrown out of the Boston Marathon, and when we could never dream beyond running 800 meters in an Olympic Games, but only manly chicks did that anyway, so we didn’t bother with that dream.

It’s time, America! We’re going to turn back the clock and Make Running Great Again™! It’s gonna be a YUGE success! Read more >>

Every Badass Runner’s Spirit Animal: the Skyscraper-Scaling Raccoon
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By now everyone knows about that raccoon who scaled a 25-story skyscraper in St. Paul this week. Epic! Look at that cute, furry, lean mean climbing machine! Are you not inspired?

What’s that you say? Rabies-ridden trash panda?

Total badass, more like. Move over honey badger. This raccoon is now officially my role model for training. No, not because it’s my life goal to trend on Twitter, but that wasn’t the raccoon’s fault anyway. She was just doing what daredevil raccoons do best (apart from ripping apart trash cans in large groups and scaring you when their eyes glow from your headlamp on those early a.m. runs): inspiring greatness.

Still not convinced? Here’s why stuntcoon is going to help you take your running to new heights:

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Is Your Running Crew A Boy Band?
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Am I the only one who loves boy bands? The coordinating outfits. The smooth harmonies. The sweet dance moves. I bet you can even finish this line: “Tell me whyyyy…” (You’re welcome for the earworm!)

Even if you are “too cool” to listen to these singing, dancing angels on Earth, you probably know that there is a boy band formula. You can’t have a group full of “bad boys” or a whole bunch of “hot ones.” Variety is the spice of life, and really of any group of individuals that gets together for a common goal. Think about your running buddies! They all have distinct personalities, but here you all are, doing the same thing at the same time. Harmonizing! After all, isn’t running really one big choreographed dance of sorts? So the question is: which boy band member are you and which ones are your running buddies? Read on! Read more >>

Lacing Up and Tying the Knot: The Royal Wedding For Runners
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I consider myself an independent, rational, 21st-century woman, until it comes to princes, princesses, and royal weddings. On May 19th, 2018, Prince Harry and Meghan Markle said their “I Do’s” and you better believe I was watching! Did you wake up bright and early in order to watch all the guests arrive? Most TV stations began their coverage around 5 AM Eastern Standard Time, with the wedding itself starting at 7 AM. All of this was even earlier for our friends out West.

Getting up at 5 a.m. for a big event? That’s not too different from the time of day we runners often see in training or on race day. And you know what? Our new Duchess of Sussex (yes, I said our, deal with it) is even a runner herself! She is one of us! So what does the Royal Wedding have to do with running? More than you may think!

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Everything I Know About Running I Learned From My Dog
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When it comes to running guidance, some people think cats are the go-to training advisors.

But what about that running buddy sitting patiently at your front door, thumping his tail and looking longingly at his leash? I think he has wisdom to offer, and my fellow dog-owning Saltines agree. So here’s a few tidbits we’ve picked up from our own pups that we think will guide your running journey!

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The Many Phases of Boston
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It’s officially Boston Marathon weekend! For about 30,000 runners and their friends/family that means making the trek to Beantown to dive into the madness that is marathon weekend. The banners, the expo, the photo ops, the shakeout runs, the schmoozing, and of course one of the most epic races on Earth.

For many this is the highlight of their running career. Other runners have barely heard of it. Over the years I’ve experienced marathon weekend in many different ways, from “what marathon?” to PR’ing on the tough Boston course. Each time, embracing the life phase I was in allowed me to enjoy Marathon Monday as much as possible. 

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The Saltiest Safety Tips for Springtime Running
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Originally posted by Caraway in March 2017

safety tips for female runnersIt’s that time of year again! After a long winter of slogging out miles on the treadmill, the ladies are again venturing outdoors. It won’t be long until we’re flooded with articles reminding us of the many ways these ladies are asking to be attacked by creeps every time they leave the house. You know the ones telling women they should never run without varying their routes, or bringing mace, a phone, that plastic claw-thing that turns them into Cat Woman, their barbed … uh … inserts, and their Rottweilers?

But the research suggests there are more sure-fire ways for women to run safely and here they are.
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Sal the Snail’s #cheaterweek Training Log
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You regular readers probably know me. I mean, after all, I’m kind of big deal. People know me.

BUT, for those of you who don’t know me, let me introduce myself. I’m Sal, the Salty Running mascot – that’s me up there at the top left of the page. I am a 4-year-old 77-hour trail marathoner (2 hours and 56 minutes per mile). My goal is shave 60 hours off my time (2 hours and 17 minutes per mile faster).

My dream is to qualify for the snailympic trials, and I’ve been working harder than ever to make my dream a reality. If your dreams don’t scare you, they’re not big enough, I always say.

Here is what my training looked like the week of 02.12.18 – 02.18.18:

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10 Ways to Know It’s Time to Throw Out Your Sports Bra
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See ya later sports braSo they say your bra shouldn’t have a birthday, do they? Bullshit, unless your goal is to sell more bras. I’ve been rocking my favorite for the last four years and it’s still holding my boobs in place like it’s supposed to.

Oh, and another thing: if bras really aren’t made to last longer than a year, why don’t manufacturers just start making better ones? Srsly.

Anyhow, when you get unnaturally attached to things like I do, you’re bound to hang onto your stuff a little bit longer than most people would. With that in mind, here are my standards for finally pitching a bra:

10. You can stretch the straps over your head without taking it off.

9. You’re getting scratched by the safety pins you put in the band after it stretched too much

8. It smells like you already ran in it even when it’s freshly laundered

7. It’s easier to take it off by pushing it down over your hips instead of pulling it up over your head

6. No, you’re not just paranoid: dudes at the gym are definitely watching you in puzzled awe while you’re on the treadmill.

5. “What’s that slapping noise…?”

4. There’s a permanent chafing line around your entire torso from the “elastic,” which…

3. …doesn’t “stretch” so much as it “crackles.”

2. You can fit your phone in there. And your wallet, keys, ipad and actually your whole purse.

1. It hasn’t had a birthday, it’s had ten.

How old are your sports bras?

5 Types of “Runners” You’ll Meet Online Dating
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This post was originally published by Coriander in 2016.

Valentine’s Day! First it was a celebration for a bunch of saints named Valentine (seriously, there were three of them), and then Chaucer had to go and write a drippy poem connecting the saints’ day with lovers, and then came the flowers, chocolate, chintzy cards …

and Tinder?

Maybe ol’ Valentine of Rome and Chaucer didn’t see that one coming, but for many a single lady, online dating is all the romance she’s going to get on Valentine’s Day. I oughtta know. I used to be there.

Although on this Valentine’s Day,  I’ll be happily celebrating with my soon-to-be husband and, like many couples you’ll see out and about, we met online. (It actually works! Keep the faith!) But before my endurance-sports-loving Valentine and I deleted our Tinder profiles and made it official, I came across a lot of duds. Of course, because being active was a must for me, I focused my search on endurance athletes. So when I say I came across a lot of duds, I specifically mean I encountered a ton of runner duds, all of whom fit into one of five categories.

If you’re just starting out in the wonderful (and not-so-wonderful) world of online dating, here’s the five types of “runners” to watch out for. (The quotation marks there will make sense shortly.) Read more >>

5 Things the Super Bowl Taught Me About Running
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I love football, and I love the Super Bowl – it’s a good excuse to get together with friends and hang out, eat a lot, and watch the big game. As a Buffalo Bills fan, I haven’t been able to cheer for my hometown team in the playoffs or the Super Bowl for most of my life, so I’ve always had to find ways to make the big day something I can relate to. Usually I pick a team to cheer for because one of my friends is rooting for them, or just because I can’t stand the other team.

But the Super Bowl isn’t just about food, beer, and cheering! We runners can learn something from the burly dudes in protective gear.

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8 Things Groundhog Day Taught Me About Running
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We’ve all been there. It’s Mile 15 of the marathon, and things are looking mighty familiar. You started too fast…again. Didn’t you mean to dial it back for the first half this time? You’ve gagged down your gels…again. What happened to your plan to try other, less mucosal fuel sources for a change?

You start to curse yourself and your decisions, and that’s when you hear it…again. Heavy, shuffling footfalls right behind you, and breathing that sounds like some sort of steam-fuelled machine. Yep, it’s that guy, the one who doesn’t know how to pick up his feet and really needs to see a pulmonologist. He’s back. Right behind you. Just like in all your other marathons.

It’s at this moment that you hear the song:

“Then put your little hand in mine, there ain’t no hill or mountain we can’t climb.  Babe. I got you babe.”

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