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Still Here!

I’m still here. I’m still here. I promise. A few things exist that leave me feeling a bit uninspired to write lately. Excuses are listed below. Do with them what you will.

1. I’m still not running. I tried a few times last week. Things went from “pretty good” to “not awesome at all” so I’m feeling meh in general about the whole thing.

2. Because I’m not running I’m swimming and cycling A LOT. And lifting weights, too. Those sports take up much more time than a jaunt around the lake, leaving me less time to ponder what I’m going to tell you about next.

3. My swimming is done in a pool. Most of my cycling is done in a cement room. Pretty sure you don’t want to read about the black tile line or, uh, the cement room. It’s boring, trust me. Now my training actually isn’t boring at all! But with all of the counting intervals and sets and laps and etc. I’m so focused on following directions that I hardly even notice which music video is #1 this week.

4. I am the luckiest for many reasons really. But one of those reasons is that I get to tweet and blog and Facebook about these things that I love (almost) all day at my new job. This blog started as an outlet for me to reach out and connect with this world that my real life friends aren’t as excited about. It’s still important to me that I document my journey and all of the noteworthy moments, but I don’t feel the inane need to report everything to the Internet (read: I have a newfound filter as to what’s really noteworthy). Now I just pester my colleagues and live through our athletes, sponsored teams, and race involvement vicariously!! It’s grand.


And for a training update…

I’m definitely getting stronger on the bike. It’s hard to tell if that will translate to faster splits or to more energy conserved for the run, but I’m hoping for both. I could report my training metrics to you and explain how hard it used to be to get my heart rate to 160 on the bike and now I can maintain upward of 170 without dying many times in a row and then continue to spin intervals for 90 minutes, but that’s pretty much the extent of the excitement there. Oh, that plus I’ve been fueling rewarding myself for these long bike sessions with a Honey Stinger strawberry waffle prior to the spin. Now THERE’s exciting for you!

I’m enrolled in a swim clinic to help with my (poor) form, and am hoping to see some gains there too. I’ve definitely made strides in the pool, but with all the yardage I’m swimming with no running on the books I feel like I’m constantly tired, fighting the water, and sinking. The LAST thing I want to do during Ironman is sink! So taking a step back and focusing on form once per week should be a good cure, and tracking the progress that I make week by week is blog-worthy, so more on that soon.

And I refuse to provide updates on aqua jogging. The end.



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Mr. Boston

This weekend exactly a year ago.

3 weeks until Boston.

I had a 22 miler as my last long run, and I was feeling burnt out on my routes. I simply could not stand to have to think about where I was going. I needed to run, and zone out, and not have to make any decisions. I chose a straightforward out and back on the Burke-Gilman trail, and I set out early to avoid the crowds and cyclists and general weekend chaos. It was a beautiful and mild day: perfectly chilly, perfectly sunny, noticeably windy, but nothing was stopping anyone who runs in Seattle from getting out on a day so perfect and rain-free in March.

I came to a stop at one of the trail crossings, and a tall older man was stopped. He asked what I was training for and I told him Boston. He smiled slowly, bent forward a little, and showed me his hat. Boston 2010. He continued to run with me for the next 8 miles and told me everything I needed to know but couldn’t read about “the race of my life”. He had decided not to go back in 2011, but had been there every year for quite some time and was very worried about qualifying again. Splitting his time between Seattle and Arizona (Phoenix?) he was even spending more time down South to get more consistent and quality training in to make it for 2012.

That run and that day gp down as one of the most memorable and perfect runs that I can remember. I was running in the low 8 minute/mile pace, and it was effortless for the whole 22 miles. It was easier than walking. It felt like I was flying, like my feet weren’t touching the ground. I remember finishing the run and wondering what I had done differently to feel so incredible. I chalked it up to finally reaping the benefits or hard work. The onset of PF hadn’t become more than soreness (the next day it would), my neuroma hadn’t gotten too irritated (two days later it would), and my stress reactions would wait until post-Boston to really trouble me.

Looking back, I peaked too early for Boston. On this exact day a year ago, with 3 weeks to go until race day. Even without injury, I wouldn’t have done my best because I pushed myself too hard too early. I truly don’t believe in ‘if’s’, but if I did and Boston were that day I would have killed it.

I really hope my running friend is headed back this year. I hope he made it.


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