And I don’t even like country music

But I do love Nashville!

Yes, I’ve been MIA for awhile (maybe Juneathon will bring me back to regular posting). And I don’t even have any really good excuses.  But, this past weekend my running and knitting worlds converged in….Nashville, TN (of all places) for Stitches South and the Rock N Roll half marathon.

A bit of a back story: the Mister is always perplexed when he sees me heading off for a business trip with my foam roller, two pairs of running shoes and an excessive amount of lycra. Inevitably, I’ll post a pre-race photo on FB, and he’ll comment: “I thought you were there for work.” And I am.  Coincidentally, half marathons just happen to pop up.

So I went to Nashville for Stitches South for work, and was lucky enough to participate in  a half marathon. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

Stitches South was great. There were some amazing vendors: Fringe Association, Plucky Knitter, Yoth. The vibe was great.

The food scene, too, was great. First stop: Butchertown Hall for their amazing Brussel sprouts and meats. Then onto Acme Feed & Seed with a former intern. The last night: Pinewood Social.  I can’t recommend each highly enough.

The highlight, though, was the Rock N Roll Country Music Half Marathon. I dilly dallied until the very last minute, and only registered the day before the race, and given the threat of tornados, actually waited until 6pm to do so.

This race was on a Saturday, which is really nice. There were shuttle buses transporting runners from my hotel, the Gaylord Opryland (which I will not link to, because it’s only remarkable in its colossal size and awful food, although the beds were comfy), so at about 5:30 am, I boarded a bus with my oatmeal breakfast and set off for the race.

I knew going into the race that I would not be “racing.” I had heard the course was hilly (and the map confirmed a steady incline throughout), so I set my sights on enjoying the run. The weather was a tad humid (the morning ran had just let up), but the tornados were non-existent.  I have to hand it to the Competitor Group–they know how to stage a race. Plenty of food and drink and porta-johns at the start. Plenty of music and water stations along the way. Tons of helpful and polite volunteers.

I’ll cut to the chase: my time sucked (2:31 and change).  I walked a bit more than I would have liked. I’m sorta ok with that, but sorta not.  I’d like to figure out what in my psyche keeps me from pushing through the discomfort, and I have a feeling I’ll continue to struggle until I figure that out. BUT–the course was amazing.  Yes, there were hills and plenty of them, but none were debilitating.  The scenery and crowd support was great though.  If I get the chance, I’d consider doing this one again!

After the race I hightailed it back to the hotel convention center to continue my work at the booth.  The work was good, and so was the shopping!  I totally broke my yarn diet with purchases for these projects:

But the fun doesn’t end there! My coworker and I did further damage to our wallets when we saw some really cool boots for our girls. And if girls have boots, there moms need them too.


Ruh roh! Upon arriving home, I quickly whipped up April Rhodes’ Staple Dress in some Robert Kaufman chambray as I thought it would go nicely with the new boots.  Here I am sporting my new look:


I’m pleased with the dress, pleased with the boots, pleased with Stitches and the race and Nashville. So I may not even like country music, but boy, I sure love Nashville!

One comment

  1. I’m so happy you bought boots! It was great seeing both of you. I’m glad you had a good weekend in this great city!

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