Me.

Mom. Triathlete. Yogi. Foodie. Writer. Boss. Coffee lover. Side hustler.

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Running Down a Dream

Running Down a Dream

I've been on this road before...the high road, before I subconsciously sabotage the route, orchestrating my demise.  Again and again.  As we all know (also from subsequent posts), history repeats; sometimes, though, it's not beautiful.  Today's story, this one story, is beautiful.  It's a story of discovery, realization, triumph.  The good guy wins, and then we drink at brunch.  

Last month I traveled to Seattle, with two like-minded women.  We haven't hung often, but I know we're 'like-minded'.  Right?  Yea, we are.  

I signed up for the Tenacious Ten Mile Race in Seattle without any travel plans.  I opted for a big fat 'fuck it' and registered on a whim.  I'd figure everything out later.  Good for me, I didn't have to figure much out; it all came together with the least amount of effort.  Two other women, also registered and within weeks we planned a lovely escapade to the north west.  Seems like they said 'fuck it' too.  Yea.  Good for us.

My plan, always, was for this ten mile run to be a 'fun run'.  I couldn't tell you the last time I participated in a run that didn't have a time goal.  Don't misunderstand, I have absolutely enjoyed myself during races in which I bust my ass.  I figured this would be different.  

Leading up to this trip, I didn't stress about the distance.  The mileage was easy.  I spent more time worrying about the race two weeks prior, Emmaus 4 Miler, in which I pulled out a 2nd place AG.  Even better than crossing that finish line, I put in work to find a pre-race ritual which isn't just all about the taper, food, and sleep.  The ritual, rather, hones in on the mental preparations that I need and those that benefit me.  I had something close leading up to the NJ Marathon in May of 2016, but a long, depression-fueled summer thwarted any progressive efforts; I actually took a few thousand steps back.  Here I am again.

It starts with my pen - a quick journaling session to plot out my strategy.  But for the past two races, the strategy has always been the same:

  1. Have faith in your natural abilities
  2. Believe in your training 
  3. Put forth nothing but heart

The words might present differently on paper.  The flow of my pen on paper, a moving meditation in itself, calms my jitters.  My mindset for the Tenacious Ten was that of embracement.  I needed to continue my romance with the run, and for the run.  I wanted to feel the embrace of a new city; a new journey.  My goal wasn't to finish with a personal best time; my goal was to complete the race having the best time - every step, every turn.  

As runners began lining up at the start, we spotted a large group, peppered through the crowd, with team shirts.  I couldn't tell you what organization they represented, but the back of their shirts had the hashtag (#) Change Your Story.  Goddamn, yes!  We women hugged before finding our respective corals, reminding each other that today would be a good day and we WOULD change our story.  

I parked myself between two corrals, remembering that my recent strategy of going out slow always paid off.  With closed eyes, I drowned out the music and breathed.  The scent of pine, from the trees lining the trail, hit my nose, filling my lungs...  Like the skyward-reaching trees around me, I rooted my feet into the earth, feeling tall and untouchable.  A familiar song rang from the speakers, reminding me of my girls back east.  I planned to stand tall for them, to be confident for them, to change my story for them.  

As planned I applied my faith in my abilities, I trusted my training, and I raced with all heart, crossing the finish line with almost zero in the tank and a hell of a last 5K.  The best part of all was sharing my successes with those of the women surrounding me.  

This is what a freight train of 'fuck-yeah' looks like.  

This is what a freight train of 'fuck-yeah' looks like.  

 

 

My Lucky Number Three

My Lucky Number Three

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