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The Unintentional Consequences of the Triathlon

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October 2015

#49 I eat hills for breakfast

The messages bounce back and forth.  Are we meeting at 6 or 5:30am? Yup bright and early at crack o’dawn.  Through the flurry of messages it is decided, alarm is set for 4:50 and to bed I go, secretly hoping maybe someone will bail and I can reset the alarm and go back to sleep.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep…..the blaring alarm startles me awake. Check my phone….no messages, ugh…here we go.  I asked for this.  But somehow waking before the sun is even thinking about coming up never seems to get easy.

I arrive and the first thing I think the boys say to me is “you look tired”.  Well at least I look like how I feel.  But the workout was already decided upon.  Hills Repeats with a recovery in between.  We start…easy jog and then up.  IMG_0815

Pictures don’t quite do the hill justice. But let’s just say heart pounding, arms pumping and definitely out of breath by the top.  Of course after 4-5 times up I am finally awaking and now thankful for these boys and getting out of bed to conquer my workout before work.  We are getting it done.  IMG_0808

The consequence of the tri.  Great friends who all secretly wish someone else would bail but then all are grateful for the accountability to get up, get out and get it done.

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#34 Keeping the Pace

The smiles, the high fives, and watching others reach their goals makes for a pretty awesome morning.  Today was one of those days.

I had the amazing privilege to pace the 2 hour half at the Snohomish River Run this morning with another member of my running group. I remember the day I finally achieved that goal of breaking the 2 hour barrier.  It brought with it a sense of accomplishment and joy that only someone who has gone after a certain goal for a long time can appreciate.  So today it was great to be able to be the rabbit others chased as they attempted that goal as well.

The first mile is always a little bit dicey, as you need to settle into your pace and also manage the crowds from a race start.  A little bobing and weaving and we were under way.  I had talked to a few of the runners around me before we started and heard their goals and knew we might have a pretty good pack.  Thankfully through all the weaving, we did actually keep quite a few with us as we passed each mile marker chatting away to both to distract and enjoy those miles.

At about mile 9 the group was doing great and a few of the men with us were beginning to believe they might actually get that elusive PR.  Mile 12 came and the mile marker felt way off and my pacing partner and I were worried we were going to miss the mark.  Adjustment made and pace increased just ever so slightly to come in for the final push.  As we came up and over the bridge and a left turn and there was the finish before us.  That is where I encouraged the few to dig down deep and just go for it! Go claim that victory that was theirs.

Then we crossed the finish line. 1:59:47 according to my watch.  Success!

The best part was having two of the guys come find me to thank me for helping them finish in under 2 hours.  I was even asked if I could have my picture taken so that he could remember the moment.  Success #2 helping another meet their goal.

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The Runner…

The runner in me loves the open road. Just one foot in front of the other. Brisk morning air greeting me as I attempt to awaken for the day. 

This morning as I ran along with friends I heard life updates, race plans, and inside jokes only running buddies can have. The kind of comments probably no one else would laugh at but somehow all of us gave a chuckle as we strode along in pace with each other. 

Tomorrow will hopefully be much the same. Alarm clock set for crack o’dawn. Relishing in the last month of focusing on my running before it gets real and the tri training takes center stage. 

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