tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34029497449735030352024-03-05T14:11:26.499-08:00Run.Run.Run.Running is a road to self-awareness and reliance … you can push yourself to extremes and learn the harsh reality of your physical and mental limitations or coast quietly down a solitary path watching the earth spin beneath your feet. But when you are through, exhilarated and exhausted, at least for a moment everything seems right with the world…Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.comBlogger193125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-90363541084891975762014-03-09T14:10:00.000-07:002014-03-09T14:50:59.808-07:00Every. Damn. Day.I can across this little gem recently and its spurred me to some serious action.<br />
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The language is simple. Albeit harsh, but to the point and uncomplicated at that. Given my recent shift off of the tri training horse and back into the saddle of the marathon running horse, I've been thinking. I've been thinking about my running goals and my marathon goals. I've had the same one year running goal for 4 years now. 4 years. Recall:<br />
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<strong><span style="color: magenta;">I RUN A SUB 3 HOUR MARATHON.</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: black;">And so I run a marathon; and I don't make it sub 3. I'm at ease with not making it...really and truly I am. I've had a few good kicks at it and haven't gotten there. I'm still a decent amount of time away at 3:07. 7 minutes is a long time when you're out there on the marathon course. As a matter of fact, this 7 minutes represents one mile of running for me and a slow one in truth; the pace for a sub 3 is decently faster than a 7 minute mile! Not making it more than once has taught me so many important lessons about myself. A couple I'll share here:</span><br />
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One. I set BHAGs. Big. Hairy. Audacious. Goals. How I know this is because I haven't made it. Despite all the running and the yoga and the strength work and the speed work, I STILL haven't made it. While I don't measure my success as a runner or as a human solely on the basis of this one time standard, it's still important to me. What I do know is that I'm truly and honestly pushing myself to go big because it certainly has not come easily. Life is so short. I'd rather play big. Period. Even if it means one of my one year goals lasts far longer than one year.<br />
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Two. I am resilient. I have failed. Yes. I have tried and tired harder and still failed. Truth. But I also know it doesn't define me. That I will get it, and when I do, it will be a snapshot in time that I cherish based on how I will FEEL. And that keeps me running. It keeps my feet in shoes and my shoes on pavement. No matter how many times it hasn't happened.<br />
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And now, because I mentioned action, let's get to it.<br />
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My attempts and re-attempts to hit this goal have always been hyper focused on running. More speed work and less miles. More miles and less speed work. More speed work within more miles. Following a more structured program with a coach. Following a less structured training plan on my own. Running a 26.2 mile road race definitely requires focus and training and there is certainly no shortage of information out in the world (human AND digital) to support a training plan. The shifts I've made have ALWAYS focused on the running piece. <br />
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And so, in the spirit of the journey and the practice of running, I'm shifting my focus. I'm starting to look at my training in a more holistic sense. What does this mean? It means for me, that I'm considering how I'm fuelling this runners body. My inner chatter used to tell me that I could eat whatever the sam hell I wanted BECAUSE I ran for miles and miles and miles. And now, I am looking at the food and nutrition I ingest as a means to an end. A way to stay healthy, a way to aid recovery and a way to honour this body that does crazy shit for me whenever I ask it to. <br />
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Here it is in simple language:<br />
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<strong><span style="color: magenta;">I eat healthy, nutritious and whole foods that fuel and heal my body every day.</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Note: no sugar. no candy. no processed bullshit. I'm two weeks in and feeling fantastic.</span><br />
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As well, I'm focusing on the rest and recovery piece. Pushing your body through this kind of training requires that you LISTEN to what it needs. Sometimes, my body is screaming at me to rest: joints aching, chest hurting, exhausted all the time screaming. Sleep often eludes me and, to be real, is a required part of training. My body can't heal if my body doesn't rest.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><strong>I sleep 8 hours 4 times per week.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Note: no emails, social media or cell phone 1 hour before bed. No emails, social media or cell phone until I have been awake for 1 hour. I made it the first week. The second week, I made it 8 hours for 2 days and 7 hours for 2 days. I'm sleeping better and feel less scattered. A small victory.</span><br />
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Food. Nutrition. Sleep. Rest. Will it work? Only the Marathon Gods know. What I can tell you is that the journey is the part of this that I honour the most. I will approach it like a learner and will appreciate every damn moment.<br />
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Do I want it? Yes.<br />
Did I write that shit down? Yep.<br />
Can this be considered a fucking plan? I believe so (just so my hard core running friends know- I have not lost it; there is still a running/training plan too).<br />
And I'm working on it. Every. Single. Damn. Day.<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-9033967586542991182014-02-17T11:42:00.000-08:002014-02-17T11:45:28.634-08:00Expectation. Ego. Excitement. And other Es.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm an honest gal so I'll cut to the chase.<br />
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Not too long ago, I signed up for a triathlon. The moment I did this, the following feelings ensued:<br />
dread (my ass gets sore on the bike)<br />
anxiety (when the mother eff am I going to find time to work tri training into my schedule on top of pursuing huge and important life and marathon goals)<br />
annoyance (towards myself- WHY did I do this if this clearly isn't what I wanted to do)<br />
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Because I'm a Virgo and I run and I get to my mat, I let it marinate for a bit. I asked myself many challenging questions.<br />
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What prompted a triathlon to make its way into my goals?<br />
Were my established goals in triathlon REAL...and if they weren't what is the COST of keeping them? For me, and for my peeps that I aim to support and inspire in living authentically towards their vision of life through their goals?<br />
What was driving the decision to potentially NOT participate? Fear of the unknown? Fear of failure? Or was it really and truly about what I really and truly aim to accomplish through my own goals?<br />
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I could write a novel here. Instead, I am going to keep things short, simple and sweet. Kind of just like me.<br />
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People in the world told me (from the most loving and generous place possible, to be clear), that I would likely rock a triathlon and kill it. A serious #goalcrush if you will. This fed my ego (and yes, we all have one, good, bad and ugly) in the most external and unsatisfying way. When I'm real about it, the time for triathlon for me is simply not now. It might not be ever...I don't know. But when I look at my values, when I look at life, and when I dig into what I want to create, participating in a triathlon that I have no desire to participate in is in COMPLETE antithesis to all of these things. <br />
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The cost of having an inauthentic goal, of any kind, for me, is simply a price I am no longer willing to pay. It weighs on my psyche. It weaves its way into my life in the most negative and unappealing ways. Joy and happiness give way to anxiety, dread and fear. But most importantly, how can it possibly allow me to stand for my people (my family, my friends and my team), lead from a place of authenticity AND coach towards CHOICE if I am making a conscious and active choice to keep a goal that isn't real for me? I can't. I won't. It isn't who I am.<br />
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So I did what I have learned in the past year works for me. I got out of my head. And into my heart. As Richard Wagamese (have you read his books yet? #doitnow) states, "The head has no answers, and the heart has no questions." And my heart is leading me here:<br />
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Removing the triathlon goal from my goals. It is the right thing to do right now. It makes me smile. It makes me tingle. It makes me excited for other really big and important parts of my life.<br />
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Instead, I'm committing to filling my goals with the things that are actually filling me up and are allowing me to live big. I'm focused on the marathon and with it, I see many halves and 10ks in my future. I'm focused on creating and sharing something special for the running community in #yeg. I am focused on creating space for peeps to MOVE, EAT and HUG. <br />
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Thanks, JulieG, KatieC, LauraM, MichelleC, AinsleyR, AlishaK, BeccaR, TinaH, AmandaS and the entire army of people that support me on a daily basis to live in truth. How lucky am I to have so many messengers of magic in my life. <br />
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I am so excited for what is coming.<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-50431689254689172342014-01-13T16:16:00.000-08:002014-01-13T16:16:23.075-08:00The Ceremony of RunningSometimes all we need is to find a little magic in the universe. Magic. It can come to us in many forms, any and all forms; human form, e-form, expected and unexpected, big and small. But always amazing and usually for me, just what I need in any particular moment.<br />
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Not too long ago, I read this facebook status from one of my favourite authors, Richard Wagamese:<br />
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"I am drawn to ceremony like Earth is drawn in its circle around the sun. To begin a day's journey without a smudge, a prayer and meditation is to lack a center. I'm not a holy man or a great ceremonialist. I only know that ceremony is the magnet that draws me closer to Creator, to the Grandmothers, to my essential and truest self. It doesn't have to be elaborate. Breathing is a ceremony when it's mindful. So is walking. So is looking at something that moves me. So is talking when the talk is real and earnest. When I inhabit something fully, when I am mindful, when it increases me, I am in ceremony - and there is joy in the recognition of myself..."<br />
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And it struck me. Running is ceremony for me, important because, as he so eloquently states here, it is THE magnet that draws me closer to my truest self. It is these moments on any given day when I am on the pavement accompanied by the repetitive rhythm of my footsteps, the steady, strong beat of my heart and the sound of my breath that I am most at home and at peace within my soul, simply because I am all there. All right there in that footstep in that moment of time. <br />
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Running, for me, started as exercise.<br />
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Running shifted, for me, to moving meditation.<br />
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I like it.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-80876246278382301892014-01-08T19:59:00.001-08:002014-01-08T19:59:35.146-08:00Running NakedToday, I went running. Naked.<br />
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What I mean by running naked is that I went stripped down, bare bones, lets get real running.<br />
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This was the first time I've been running in 14 days. It feels like the first time I've been running for months. Maybe ever years. I didn't over think it. I committed to being a running virgin and dove right in. It wasn't about any particular training run in any particular training plan to meet any particular running goal. It wasn't to work any shit out in my head or in my heart. It wasn't about finding the exact right winter running costume for this exact winter running temperature on this exact winter running day. I just went because I was told I was able to go, and well, quite frankly, this is what I do when I'm done work for the day- I go running.<br />
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I was out for 25 minutes. 5 minutes longer than I was "allowed to be running" and one hour and 35 minutes short of an average Wednesday add some mileage run. I had a thought for a moment about how this was frustrating, depressing and pathetic. And then I remembered. If this was how I was going to see the run and my current situation, then this was surely how it was going to be. And so I chose. I chose to see those 25 minutes of running like I've never seen running before. I paid attention to my breathing. I acknowledged that my chest felt uncomfortable and then I just let it go. Its not good or bad, right or wrong. I am where I am and my body is where it is and I have this incredible opportunity to start running all over again. For the first time. Naked. Because when I strip it all down (forget the expensive running watch) and peel back the layers (forget the training plan, the pace and the distance) the opportunity that is before me is indeed a gift. I have the opportunity to create the whole training path from start to finish. The only thing possibly holding me back are my thoughts about what running was like. What it has been. Or what it possibly should be. <br />
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And my goals? Just to be clear...they're still there. I'm still after them. And I will get them. 2014. Its even and these will be mine. A sub 3 marathon and a consistent 1:25 half. <br />
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It's true. After, promising, threatening, goal-setting, and several cajoling conversations from friends that thrive on time spent on two wheels on the triathlon course, I committed to a goal that's spent a lengthy amount of time parked in my brain and, more recently, on paper.<br />
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As a result of said purchase, this summer this also happened:<br />
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I'm currently all sorts of excited for a variety of reasons, in no particular order:<br />
I have a tri buddy! The beautiful, talented and tri-experienced LC (not Lauren Conrad, in case you're wondering) has committed to making the trek from the mean streets of #YYC to join me for this adventure. Thanks, LC! Nothing seals a friendship like 6 odd hours or so of sweating it out on a triathlon course. #miserylovescompany<br />
Next, I'm certain that the cross training I will accomplish for this triathlon adventure is going to mean great things for my running goals: a sub 3 full, and a consistent 1:25 half. Yes it will and yes I can.<br />
And also, new training, new adventure, new PEOPLE! Look out #YEG triathletes, I'm here and I'm pumped. Let's create some magic together. Let's swim. Let's bike. Let's run. Sometimes all at once, too. <br />
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Mixed in with the excitement and the commitment and the planning, however, is a tiny bit of nervousness. Maybe more than a wee bit. Why? The truth is, I don't know how to bike, at least not in the technical sense I need to if I am to complete a 90k pedal over the course of the tri. I know how to bike in the sense that one gets on a bike and pedals forward. But that's it. That's all.<br />
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Shit just got real. For real.<br />
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However, I'm a gal that likes a challenge, and this one is no different from any other seemingly daunting physical challenge I've undertaken in the past few years. I know that I have great support from peeps that have danced this dance long before I decided to undertake it and I hope they're prepared to be hit by a barrage of endless questions in and around putting my ass on a bike and getting it all trained up by the 7th of July. I have no doubt that I'll do the work and I'll get there, but, truthfully, one small item of concern continues to nag at my brain.<br />
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And that is, unlike the running and swimming portions of this race, the concern for the bike portion comes less from the training required and more from the idea that I am introducing a MACHINE into the mix. A machine with parts like gears and brakes and screws that could fail at any given time on any given point of the ride. A machine over which I have no control. Repeat, zero control. And this bothers me greatly. <br />
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As I runner, I am seasoned and prepared to rely on my body, and my body only. I know my body will preform if I train it to perform. I know with certainty my body has done amazing things on the marathon course, particularly when my mind shuts down and I am lost in a continuous and beautiful moving meditation, guided only by the sound of my feet on the pavement and the flow of my breathing. With the introduction of the bike, a certain amount of control is surrendered, and I've struggled to remove this doubting, negative thought from my brain.<br />
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And then I remember. That this is what I know to be true: control is an illusion and none of us have it. Not in any moment of any day. The bike may fail during the tri, just like my body may fail during a marathon, no matter what I've done to prevent it. The only option then, is the choice I have in how I show up in any given moment of any given situation, regardless of the circumstances that brought me to that point. ALWAYS about the journey, NEVER about the outcome. No matter if applied to a triathlon, a marathon or any situation in my life.<br />
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The real truth of it all for me lies in this. I love to push myself. I love to set a goal that requires my mind to get the fuck out of my way so my body can do the incredible things it was built to do. I love the physical challenge that training for an endurance race of any kind will bring. And I simply cannot wait to get lost in the training, whether its in the pool, on the bike or on the pavement. That's it. That's all. <br />
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Great White North Tri. January 1st training begins. YES.<br />
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Until then, tri biking tips. Hit me, triathlon friends. I'm ready.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-86317788380227194472013-10-07T08:46:00.001-07:002013-10-07T08:46:28.759-07:00I Get By.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So simple. So beautiful. And so very true. As I find myself in my second new city in under a year, I find these words work their way into my psyche often. A small but very important reminder that even though it may be a new adventure, I am never alone.<br />
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I am so grateful to have met the greatest people in my short but very sweet stay in the city that rhymes with fun. To say that they played an important impact on my growth over the last little while is an understatement of gargantuan proportion. Saying good bye is never easy, especially for someone like me. I thrive on people and relationships; I love being surrounded by my peeps, my family and my community. I wear my heart on my sleeve. The people I love, I tell them. When I hug someone, I mean it. I hold on for too long each and every single time, but my experience in the past year has solidified for me what we all know to be true, and that is our time here is very short. Because it is so, I have an incredible and overwhelming desire to always let my people feel just how much I care, even if it means holding on for just a second too long. And while I may have just landed in a new city that certainly doesn't rhyme with fun (I don't think it rhymes with anything but give me time) I am so fortunate to have already been the recipient of some great hugs that serve as an important reminder. That a place is just geography and the heart and soul that you connect to and dig in with are the people. A comforting thought when times get tough and maybe, if I'm being honest, a tad bit lonely.<br />
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And now, because this is a running blog, let's get down to it. The nitty gritty and the dirty.<br />
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First, a confession.<br />
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My level of fitness is at an all time low. For serious and for real. My health is something that I value greatly, and fitness is certainly something that cannot be taken for granted when you are going to embark on multiple marathons. I don't let it slide. At least not usually. At least not until now. <br />
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I could spend time outlining the reasons why, and believe me, there are plenty! But an excuse is an excuse no matter what way I choose to look at it. I was busy...most people are. I was in recovery post marathon in Regina...there are other ways to maintain fitness in recovery, I just chose not to engage in any of them. I had a few long (albeit incredibly fun) evenings on the town in the bubble; the 5 block radius around my former diggs which included several great places for wine and beer and food. 50% off wine all day every day- gets a gal each and every time. I attended football games where the beverage of choice was certainly not water. Summer in a can (Coors light to the average person) tastes great every time but is maybe not the motivating force required to get my ass out of bed and into the gym, yoga studio, or onto the pavement. <br />
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And so, I find myself in a place I haven't been to for quite some time. I'm sure I've got abs under here somewhere and my junk in the trunk is carrying just a little more junk than is typical, yes, even for me. Typically, this might weigh on my mind more than the average runner (an extra 5 doesn't feel awesome when you hit the pavement for a run of any length), but while I'm in the mood to confess, here comes a second one.<br />
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I am motivated by the challenge of winning my fitness back. Super motivated, actually. So motivated I find myself referring to my fitness like it was human. Telling it to take that. Telling it I am owning it like a boss and telling it that not only will I earn it back, I will surpass it and it will be taken to the next level. And so the challenge #45in30 was born. Simple: 45 workouts in 30 days. Because I'm an aggressive and goal oriented gal by nature, I originally intended for a #60in30 challenge. A little voice outside of my head (named Siebz with long blonde hair and an affinity for all things football and adventure) informed me that 60 workouts in 30 days was maybe just a wee bit aggressive (or fucking crazy if we're being truthful) on the bod. Thank goodness for reason, even if its not my own.<br />
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So where am I with this whole #45in30? I'm 7 days and 8 workouts in. Which means that I have 23 days to complete 37 workouts. Which also means that on 14 of those days I will have to double up. Unless I triple up some days. Never say never, I tend to be crazy like that. And, in case you're also wondering, I'm feeling pretty fabulous. This challenge has reminded me of something that I don't usually forget, but seems to have gotten away from me in the past 30 days of moving madness, marathon recovery and good times in the bubble. That is that when I show up on my mat, in the gym and on the road, I show up for my life in the way that I want to show up. I show up BIG. Life marches forward, faster and faster, and I have far too many goals to accomplish, dreams to actualize, people to inspire and adventures to have to show up any other way. An important realization in light of my brand new adventure. <br />
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And so, with my peeps behind me, and my fitness in front of me, onward and upward. I will not just get by. I will crush it. <br />
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With a little help from my friends. Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-24302708894186734242013-09-23T18:12:00.001-07:002013-09-23T18:12:21.761-07:00The RaceI didn't have the race I wanted.<br />
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I had the race I needed.<br />
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Its just past two full weeks since the Queen City Marathon went down. Two weeks I've sat with the result of the latest 26.2 I've pounded out and my thoughts have marinated and rested and are ready to be shared. I've smiled when people asked me how my race went and I've commented the way that I almost always do post marathon:<br />
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"Any day you finish a 26.2 mile road race upright and smiling is a great day."<br />
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It WAS a great day. <br />
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Truth?<br />
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My race wasn't where I wanted it to be. Not even close. 9 minutes off my personal best from New York City in 2011 and 16 full minutes away from what is the ultimate goal for me: a sub 3 hour race. I've analysed the race inside and out; I've looked at my splits, checked my mile repeats and even thought about how I fuelled. And in the end, I don't know that I have any sort of great explanation for why or how my race went the way it went.<br />
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But I do know this. I may not have had the race I wanted, but I had the race I needed. I realize there are many runners who will read this (and several of you very close to me) that will always direct me back to the numbers. Some will tell me to review my total mileage in training. They will tell me to look at the pace work I did both in speed and any kind of race pace training. They will tell me to look at my splits and to dig in and to consider how all of these pieces fit into the puzzle. And I know they're right and the logical part of my mind wants to believe that the answer is here for me.<br />
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But I know me, and I don't operate that way. That's just not me. Some time ago, I wrote about the idea that I go by feel and by heart both in life and in running, and this is why I know and I trust that I had exactly the race I needed on race day. There is something about this race that gave me what I needed most at that exact moment at that exact point in time. Whether it was the pain that came in the effort (and the hurt came and it came HARD in this one), the freedom I felt in my mind just being in that brilliant space of moving meditation or the peace I felt in my heart about the beautiful chaos that is my amazing life, it was some thing that my soul craved and the universe provided. It couldn't be more simple and it couldn't be more right.<br />
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And so in the next training cycle (was there ever a doubt there would be another race?) I'm sure that there will be tweaks and adjustments that push me a little differently towards the sub 3 hour race I covet. But the biggest and most important point of it all will remain the same; and that's the love I have for the adventure and the journey that is preparing for and running the marathon. The process and the sharing and the learning of my journey in running and how so very closely it parallels the journey that is life. It truly is what keeps me going.<br />
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And just in case you're wondering what I'm about to get up to in training:<br />
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Fitness. Fitness Fitness Fitness. I'm coming for you. I will earn you back. Hills, the gym, yoga, swimming, biking (yes, biking) and everything and anything in between. Look. Out. World. I'm comin' for you.<br />
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I'm in this completely awesome (not awesome) space that the athletic world, and particularly the running world, refers to as the taper. I've written about the taper before- the two weeks before go time race time where the running stops and rest allows your body to heal from the punishment of miles and miles and miles of training. Its the best (and worst) time in marathon training. Note that I am trying to stay very, very positive about the taper. If you'd like a peek inside my brain (enter at your own risk), the running transcript inside my head looks a little something like this...<br />
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"WHAT? My knee hurts. I'm injured. FML I'm injured. Oh shit, it's not my knee. Its my calf. SHIT. It feels tight and weird. Oh no. And now my throat hurts. I'm getting sick. How is this possible that I'm getting sick now, of all times. Shit. Hydration, I need to hydrate. I'm dehydrated. I need to drink way more, WAY MORE water. And less beer. Oh no. Too much beer. Probably 5 lbs worth in the last week. This is not going to feel awesome on the course on race day. Did I taper too soon, did I taper too late? Should I have ran 40 in my last long run or just 38? I'm not recovering. What if it's hot on race day? What if its cold? What if aliens descend upon the marathon course right in the middle of the race when I'm on track for a PB?"<br />
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Would have. Should have. Could have. Living in the past. This does not serve me.<br />
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What if, what if, what if. Living in the future. This does not serve me.<br />
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Trusting that my training was what it was...not perfect, but it never will be...and it is ENOUGH. Shutting the brain down and just BEING. Being present in the moment. This will serve me. No action. Just BE, as my beautiful friend, yoga teacher and life coach Tina Hnatiuk of <a href="http://analayoga.ca/" target="_blank">Anala Yoga</a> says.<br />
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The challenge for me in this taper (and every taper for that matter) is to stay right here, in the now. To be present to how my body feels, but not attach to it. To be kind to myself every single moment of every single hour of every single day and remember that I train hard and do all I can to be ready. And to remember the reasons why I find myself running my 11th marathon, which are often lost as the mind takes over.<br />
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I'm in it for the 11th time because I love running. Simple. I love the mental challenge of getting through a hard mile and knowing that I did it.<br />
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Most of all, though, I want every single person in the world to know, that if I can do this, you can do this. It is a choice I make every single day- to get my feet into shoes and my shoes onto pavement and go running. It doesn't have to be running, but it has to be something, the thing you find that allows you to get out of your head and into your heart. That thing that supports you in letting go of doubt, fear and worry. Everyone, EVERY SINGLE ONE deserves to feel this free.<br />
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And until then, I'm going to own this taper like a boss. I'm going to sleep. I going to yoga- and lots of it. I'm going to spend time with so many people that I'd love to see more often that I sometimes don't because I'm running. <br />
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Queen City Marathon. I'm ready.<br />
<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-54859251722228788242013-06-20T21:07:00.001-07:002013-06-20T21:07:22.897-07:00I Love a...RAINY NIGHT!<br />
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Love this song. Love the rain. Love to run in the rain. <br />
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Love. Love, love, love.<br />
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Sometimes when it rains, it pours- sorry, my #yyc peeps- you're in tough, I know. <br />
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Running in the rain is very freeing. I would call it cathartic, even. One muddy step after another through the puddles, and yes, your feet and shoes get wet, and you get dirt on your legs...<br />
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But your soul gets clean. It gets free. It might be a wee bit damp, but it sure does get energized.<br />
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So I dare you. Get your feet into shoes, your shoes into puddles and go for a splash. Go until your socks are wet and your shoes squish with each step and the water streams off your face.<br />
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You won't even notice- trust me. You'll be smiling the whole way.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-59631651819021629662013-06-17T21:07:00.000-07:002013-06-17T21:07:45.374-07:00Strong.I know that many of you have been waiting, waiting, waiting almost 3 weeks for my Saskatchewan marathon report, a race I race at the end of May. Truthfully, I have found this race in particular tough to put into words. I finished this race in 3:17, well off my personal best. However, the race was a victory for me on so many different levels that I consider this one of the best races I have ever completed. My tenth marathon. One for the record books!<br />
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I learned a lot about the art of letting go of outcome and truly being in the moment over the course of this 26.2. Endurance athletes, and particularly those of us that compete in races over and over again in an attempt to outrun the clock tend to be goal oriented, and often the goal is quite simply what the clock might read at the end of the race. Going into Saskatoon, I knew that this race served as something so much more important for me. I needed to prove to myself that I could stick to a race plan, no matter how I was feeling. I needed to prove to myself that it really, really, really wasn't just about the result, but about the journey- and all the steps I have taken to get there, on so many different levels. <br />
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But most of all I needed to do this to prove to myself that I was strong. Not strong in the physical sense, but strong in the mental and emotional sense. Marathons are tough endeavours. Running for three hours is physically difficult, make no mistake, but it is the mental toughness that will get you through those hard miles. And I have doubted mine.<br />
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2 weeks before this race, I lost someone very special to me. Her name was Jo. She had a massive aortic dissection on the 12th of May. She survived long enough for her family to gather around her. And then she passed away surrounded but those that she loved best- her sisters, nieces, nephews and family. Jo had a profound and important impact on my life. Most of what I knew about being a teacher I learned from Jo; and a lot of what I knew about being a human. She was a constant in my life through very hard times and in the most amazing times. I am thankful for the time we had together every day. I already miss the matter of fact and blunt way that she offered the best advice, her laughter that could be heard down the halls like music and the way that she devoted herself to her family and her community. But mostly I just miss the way that she cared about those important to her so lovingly and deeply. The example she set in this regard is one that I will aim for every single day. <br />
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Jo was one of the first people to ever tell me that I was strong. I heard her voice in my head during the Saskatoon marathon almost constantly. Running has always provided me with a platform to feel, if that even makes sense, in one way or another. During this 26.2 in Saskatoon, I let myself feel whatever I was feeling. Sometimes I laughed. At times a cried. Most of the time I smiled and thought about how lucky I was to have someone like Jo believe in me. When the miles got hard and my body started to hurt, I would ask Jo if she was with me. And in my head I would hear her say, "Andrea, of course I'm not with you- I effing DESPISE moving my body". And my step got lighter, and I felt a little more free. Just so Jo.<br />
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And in the end, I realized that maybe, just maybe, Jo was right, on some level, and that my tears weren't weakness or that fact that my body had to slow down was not failure. It was just a part of the process. And now I know that I can indeed get through it all. That the challenges I have faced and over come in the last little while in life and in training certainly do require a certain amount of strength that no amount of pushups, squats, or miles can ever bring me. <br />
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Thank you Jo for being in my life, for being the mirror I needed and for teaching me the most valuable of lessons. I am grateful to have had you in my life.<br />
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-84664403971748686872013-05-15T21:04:00.003-07:002013-05-15T21:04:48.711-07:00Ready (OR NOT)...Saskatoon. I'm coming!<br />
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Full marathon in Saskatoon: T-11days. <br />
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Never before have I been less physically prepared for a marathon.<br />
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Never before have I been mentally so ready for a marathon. <br />
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I need to race. I want to race. I'm craving a race. Totally, inexplicably and completely jonesin' for one, in fact. To feel so mentally prepared but maybe not so physically prepared is new and uncharted territory for me. The usual state of being for me is that my fitness is something I simply do not doubt. I work my ass off (sometimes literally- that's for you my gypsy friend ;) to keep myself at a level of fitness and marathon readiness at all times and is something I remain seriously dedicated to. Mentally, in the past, I have struggled with doubt and fear that I may not be as ready as I need to be. The closer to the race, the more these feelings escalate. Not a super awesome place to be, as you can imagine, when you're about to slip feet into shoes to pound out a 26.2.<br />
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And then this winter happened. And I have questioned so many things about what I know, who I am, what I'm doing it all for and more...in running and in life.<br />
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I wish I could say that I've figured it all out and that I have some reason to believe that my training will speak for itself in Saskatoon. The truth? I don't know. The truth about not knowing? Sometimes I'm OK with it. And sometimes I'm terrified. I've never been a runner that does things by the numbers, just like I've never been a person that does things by the numbers. I go by heart and by feel. By passion and by love. By what feels good and feels right. And the times I stray from my truth, my realness in life and in running, the more I am reminded that I am who I am, and I do what I do and there is not any one reason to make it any different. Some of my friends, and my running ones in particular, think that this is simply crazy talk. To not have a solid number in total mileage or an idea of heart rate training zone or pace or any sort of idea of where I'm running based on track intervals would lead them to think that I've likely lost my marbles. But for me, right here and right now, its just not about that. It is about heart. It is about passion. And it is about being in and contributing to the tangible vibration and energy in the air that will surely be present on the day of the race. While I may not know much else, I certainly do know that. And so, on Sunday in just 11 short days, I won't be toeing the line for any kind of a time or expectation of a finish. I'll just be there because I love to be there and I can't imagine being anywhere else at that moment in time. <br />
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Let's get running. Its time.<br />
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-55062285813133459222013-04-16T20:05:00.000-07:002013-04-16T20:05:30.684-07:00I Heart Boston.
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feel compelled to write about the horrific events at the finish of yesterday’s
Boston marathon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s been a while since
I laced up the old joggers and pounded out the 26.2 from Hopkinton to Boston
proper…5 years a while to be exact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>However, as most runners and marathoners will tell, there is something
so sacred and so honourable about the Boston marathon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That city, that race, the amazing runners,
volunteers and spectators (a million strong </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">), they do
hold a special place in my heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And my
heart is broken for them after the senseless violence at the finish line
yesterday.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">In the wake of the horrific tragedy
that ended the Boston marathon 2013, my heart is heavy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">I am so sorry for the families who lost loved
ones. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My heart aches for those who are
injured, for runners who lost limbs and for parents who lost children in this
senseless act of violence. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">I am so sad for the runners, many of whom have had
their Boston moment (which many have trained their entire lives to earn the
privilege to have) end in tragedy rather than in celebration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To cross the finish line in Boston, amongst
the supporters, families and volunteers in a marathon so steeped in tradition
is a feeling of elation that is not easily put into words.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For me, it was life changing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was in those moments where I simply could
not imagine doing anything differently or being anywhere else.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the truest and most simple form of
being in and appreciating the moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
remember clearly running up Boylston Street in the last kilometer and hearing
my parents and sister cheering for me before I saw them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I witnessed tears of joy, cries of victory
and strangers hugging as runners from all over the world accomplished something
that was once a seemingly impossible goal; to run in and cross the finish line
in the Boston marathon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A simple,
beautiful vision and goal made<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>real in
those 26.2 miles from Hopkinton to Boston.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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also did today…I went running.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But today,
more than any other day, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so filled
with gratitude that I am fortunate enough to be a part of the running community
that my run simply took on a whole other meaning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It wasn’t for training and it wasn’t for race
preparation and it wasn’t for exercise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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stand in community with other runners and to do what runners always do when it’s
hard and when it hurts and when there is nothing else to do- we get our feet
into shoes and our shoes onto pavement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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With really great stamina. Since I need you to keep up...on the path that is.<br />
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Couch potatoes need not apply. Unless you give a mean foot and leg massage. And then maybe we can talk.<br />
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Gym rats? Maybe. But only if it compliments your run training. Or Ironman training. Or other endurance sport training. If you wear Ed Hardy clothing of any kind or a toque in the gym, we can definitely be friends, but I like to eat bread far too much to date you, especially since you're likely to give me a dirty look and offer me a protein supplement every time I eat some peanut butter toast. Sometimes with butter under the peanut butter. Butter...my favourite food group. Right after bread, of course.<br />
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Do you wear Vibram 5 fingers shoes? This is a definite problem. Those will have to go. Unless you've read <u>Born to Run</u> and have tested every other kind of minimalist shoe determining that you cannot live without the 5 fingers. If you going to run with those, you should likely go au naturale and kick it barefoot for reals. Just saying.<br />
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If you get your downward dog on and are at least a semi-regular yogi, you probably understand just how amazingly a regular yoga practice compliments your fitness pursuits. This makes you quite possibly the dreamiest of the dreamy. Imagine if we could hit up a hot class after miles and miles and miles of running. Nothing says recovery like pigeon pose in the hot room, yes? With little clothing and a lot of sweat. Sigh. A gal can dream...<br />
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Are you a marathoner? Ultra-marathoner? Triathlete? I hope so. I'm super attracted to you if you commit to a goal and get after it. Which is exactly what you need to do if you're going to train for an endurance event of any kind. This usually means that you are goal oriented, determined and dedicated. Qualities I love and admire. And although ideally you love to get out there in a long race or two, its equally awesome if you just run for the sake of running. This is something I understand completely. <br />
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Not a runner? This may be OK. But I need to know:<br />
1. Do you accept that I get out of bed before the sun on Sunday for Sunday RundayLongrunday Funday? <br />
2. Can you cook a mean zucchini, basil, tomato omelette that will be waiting for me post long run?<br />
3. Can you deal with my toenails turning black and falling off (gross, yes, but honest nonetheless)?<br />
4. Are you willing to massage my legs, glutes and low back on a regular basis?<br />
5. Are you game to book holidays in places where some of the best marathons in the world are run so I can run them?<br />
6. If we're going to have little runners, are you willing to purchase me the most amazing treadmill so I can get a few miles in here and there?<br />
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If the answer was yes to all of the above, let's chat. Over coffee or tea, I suppose, since you don't run...and we can't chat while running...<br />
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And just so you know a little about me:<br />
I love running, in case that hasn't been made quite clear. It brings clarity, peace and stillness to my mind. It allows me to feel a level of freedom that I don't quite experience doing any other activity. Pure happiness, pure joy, pure energy when my feet are in shoes and my shoes are on the pavement! It is an important part of my life. It is moving meditation. Simple, yes? <br />
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So hopefully, Mr. Right, you're out there and you're reading this. Likely after you've just finished a quick Thursday morning 10k. Next time you run by me on the path, do us both a favour, turn around and at least TRY and catch me. <br />
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Who knows. Lightning may strike!<br />
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Its been a busy, busy month. Starting a new career adventure brings about highs and lows, laughter and (a few) tears, but most of all, a ton of learning and a whole new lesson in time management! <br />
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This morning, I did a long run on the track. Second long run second week in a row that I had to make the choice: -33 plus windchill OR around and around on the track. And since I'm learning to love winter, I chose to go around and around on the track. Winter may be beautiful, but its damn cold here in the city that rhymes with fun!<br />
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On that note, I should add that my run on the track today, it was fabulous. Yep, it sure was. Why? I had a buddy! My first Regina running buddy! Running is awesome on so many levels in its own right, but add in a new friend with great conversation, and suddenly going around and around on the track for an hour and forty minutes passes in the blink of an eye. I should also mention that my Regina running buddy is an inspirational rockstar. Seriously. This woman is up to some pretty amazing things. In a nutshell: full time mother (wee CS is just over a year), full time lawyer, full time wife (which is really like having 2 kids or so I'm told by my married friends), AND full time runner. Boston bound in April, which to those who know running, will understand that to earn a spot in this coveted marathon is feat in its own right. A tricky schedule to juggle no doubt, but she does it none the less. While she's the first to admit it isn't always perfect, she manages to get it all in. Authentic Inspirational. And just plain awesome. She is going to rock those Newton hills in Boston like no ones business. <br />
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If you're wondering how I met such a rockstar runner, I should tell you its a funny story. I actually e-stalked her. Found her name in some race results, a quick google search and several Sunday runs later, we have had the best conversations and I look forward to each and every run- track or outside in the freezing cold- because I just love hearing what she's up to. Training for an endurance event is an amazing experience. Having someone to share it with? It's just the sprinkles on the (vanilla) icing on top of the (chocolate) cupcake.<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-82144688209421304222012-12-31T14:33:00.000-08:002012-12-31T15:30:02.756-08:00Running ScaredIt's NYEve ya'll! What a fabulous year its been, yes? This has been a big year for me. A huge year, in fact. I've changed my job. I've changed my life. I've completely let go of some things that were holding me back and embraced others that have allowed me be authentic and true to myself. And while that is a seemingly simple sentence to type,the truth is that it was a tumultuous journey that included laughter, tears, truth and love, culminating in some pretty damn amazing things.<br />
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2012 was I year that I didn't just achieve some goals. I crushed them.<br />
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All but one. And truthfully, it's the one goal that if you had asked me one calendar year ago, I would have said that I would achieve that goal with no problem, worry or a second thought.<br />
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Marathon. 2:59:59. Sub 3. You still elude me.<br />
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I've reflected a lot lately on why it is that for me, the goal that should likely have been the easiest to achieve has suddenly become the most difficult I'm facing. My Everest, if you will. My Achilles heel. The devil on my shoulder...in Asics and a lulu running outfit whispering "you can't do it..."<br />
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I haven't given this goal EVERYTHING I have. I've held back. Sometimes consciously. Sometimes subconsciously. But it is the truth, and one that's really, really hard for me to admit when I pride myself on encouraging other to commit 100% to getting after what they want. I wanted it, but I didn't want it enough to give it what it deserved.<br />
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Allow me to elaborate. In the past year I had the opportunity to train with a fantastic coach named Janice McCaffrey and a fantastic group of fast and furious (a fun and smiley and encouraging kind of furious) runners called Adrenalin Rush. I ran speed intervals with this group once a week and sometimes met people for long runs on Saturdays or Sundays and was emailed weekly training plans that were structured around a goal crushing sub 3 hour marathon. I was provided with unlimited access to the fountain of running knowledge in the form of a coach who knows her shit and a group of incredibly experienced runners who combined, have run in more races and won more awards than I could begin to list here. And the truth? I didn't take advantage of it. In a nutshell, I half participated in the training program. I did the runs I felt like doing, or the runs that fit into my schedule. And the rest of the time I did exactly what I felt like doing- which could have been yoga. Could have been training at the gym. It also may have been running, but was likely not the running I was given to do in the training plan.<br />
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I've thought about it and when I throw away that story that seems to attach to it, the answer is fear. Plain and simple. I was scared of failure. 2:59 is a huge benchmark in the world of marathons and I have questioned whether I am a good enough runner to get there. Which, in reality, is a contradiction in itself since the advice I would give anyone else is that it IS possible if you think it is. In my head, if I didn't run the 2:59 of my dreams, I knew I would have an excuse. It would seem less frustrating and less of a mystery to me because deep down in my soul, I would know exactly why I didn't have the race of my life, even if no one else did. And so there was a part of me that held back. That didn't commit to the process. That did not allow the universe to create the magic it does when I have allowed it to. And the result? No spring marathon and a disappointing (albeit awesomely disappointing if that makes sense) 3:13 in DC. <br />
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If I've learned anything in this past year, it is that for me, running is a metaphor and a parallel for life. And this was the year that in life, I really, really went for it. And amazing things happened. Moving forward, I am making the promise to myself that in ALL THINGS (running and otherwise) that I will not hold back. Because, truthfully, working my ass off, committing to the process and not hitting a 2:59 is so much better than half committing and not getting there. I owe it to myself. I deserve to give myself my best. Simple.<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-810456068401055782012-12-14T19:18:00.001-08:002012-12-14T19:23:07.124-08:00Guess WhatGuess what I JUST did? Moments ago. <br />
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I bought myself a special present. I signed up for the Saskatchewan marathon. Eeeeeeeeek! Registration opened yesterday. I am the 4th person to sign up. THE 4th! Come on, Sask-y! Let's get feet into shoes, shoes onto pavement I mean ice and GET RUNNING!<br />
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Saskatoon, May 27th, here I come! <br />
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This is like a Christmas present, a moving present and a present for no special reason present all wrapped up into one big present with sparkly paper and a shiny bow that I am giving to MYSELF. It's been a tough week. A busy week. And I find myself struggling to get it all in. I can't think of a better way to bring some focus and clarity to it all than to set a goal that will support my life with some structure.<br />
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I know the next few months will bring stress, joy, laughter, tears, wonder, amazement, question and everything in between. I can't think of a better way than to BE in each and every moment of all of these feelings than to run. To run and to breathe and to savour it all and to realize that it might be hard, but that doesn't mean its bad. It just means it just is. Running and training will be a time for me to take it all in, meditate on it and appreciate the moment. <br />
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Not only am I in a self-imposed 21 day sweat challenge (simple: sweat each and every day for 21 days), a part of my new job involves #thesweatlife.<br />
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I'm learning all about how people get sweaty, get fit, get trained, and get limber in my new community. There is no better way to do this research than to just get out there and do it. To sweat it out in gyms. And yoga studios. And the great out of doors with runners. And the track. And spin classes.<br />
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I am having so much fun. Have I mentioned I love my job? <br />
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Two marathons planned. So very exciting. One in May, one in September, BOTH in Saskatchewan. Both taking care of letters in my alphabet challenge. Training has already started. Not the running type of training, although I am running a fair bit, the type of training that prepares the bod for the running training. Strength, fitness, yoga, fun! All in the name of planning to pound out a speedy 26.6 in Saskatoon and one in Regina.<br />
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New races, new training, same running love. Can. Not. Wait.<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-32699489480148916022012-11-23T20:58:00.001-08:002012-11-23T20:58:30.631-08:00Through the Eyes (and Heart) of a RunnerI've been absent. From the blogging world that is! Reason? I moved. I wish I could tell you that I moved to a beautiful tropical paradise which is, at this moment in time, high on the list of places I'd really, really like to be. You see, where I am at this moment in time is Regina. Saskatchewan. Canada. And it is cold.<br />
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Hella cold. Like -30C cold. For my American friends who measure temps in F's instead of C's...trust me. This is extremely and incredibly wintry and frosty! However, it is also just so very beautiful. I can say this with conviction and certainty, because as I've promised those of you who know me well, this is the winter that it happens. I go from hating winter, to embracing and loving the frosty loveliness that is Canada in November, December and January. And so, I've been venturing out into my new habitat bundled in layers and mittens and a toque for several runs. True story!<br />
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So. New city. New job. New temporary until I find one home. New, new new. And most importantly, new running routes! Exciting! One of the things I relish most about being a runner is the opportunity to explore the world on foot. I feel like I get into my surroundings and truly notice whats around me when I'm on a run. I notice things I would never notice if I was driving. Names on streets, Inscriptions on the sides of building. People coming and going. Since I'm in an entirely new environment, I find myself making even more observations than I normally would. What follows are some observations I've made while I've been out pounding the pavement in the city that rhymes with fun.<br />
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I notice the trees. So massive. So beautiful at this time of year, covered in snow and Christmas lights and frost. I love the way they canopy over the streets, protection from the elements for anyone who is crazy enough to be out in elements such as these.<br />
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I notice the flat. Or shall I say lack of hills. For as far as I can see, just straight and flat. Which is awesome when I'm running intervals, but I'm wondering how this lack of hills will affect my training and fitness. I do love running hills, after all!<br />
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I notice the beautiful, old, classically designed buildings and architecture. I love the presence it creates. Huge wooden doors. Beautiful stone columns. Newer doesn't necessarily mean better. This is proof.<br />
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I notice that for a small city, that there are fabulous running paths here. And that despite the snow and the cold, the sidewalks are (mainly) cleared and the pathways are (mainly) plowed so a runner can hit a full stride without much worry about slipping on the ice. So grateful!<br />
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I notice how the downtown is so different here. I have run early in the morning and I have run late at night. And it is quiet. Deserted, in fact. Not like the seemingly endless hustle and bustle that is Calgary. All I can hear is the sound of the crunch of my shoes on the hard packed snow and ice. Nothing else. <br />
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I notice how running in Regina is so much like running in Winnipeg, epecially the flat and the trees! And this makes me smile. It reminds me that I am just that much closer to my family who I miss so much that a day doesn't go by that I don't wish I could hug them all. I notice how running in Regina is not a thing like running in Calgary. No rolling hills. No river pathway. No familiar faces running the other way. No friends to meet for yoga or sushi when training is done. And this makes my heart ache for the familiar. <br />
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And even though its cold, and even though its winter, and even though its flat...there is something beautiful and special about this place. It doesn't feel like home, yet, but I know that in time, the path around the lake, the route around the oldest neighbourhood and the trek in front of the parliament buildings will become MY route.<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-67552515431890198022012-10-31T11:07:00.000-07:002012-11-01T08:05:55.177-07:00The Perfect StormResigning from old job. Starting new job. Relocating to Regina. Packing my life into boxes. Looming Hurricane Sandy. Stressful.<br />
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The perfect antidote? Run a marathon. In Washington DC, no less, with 35 000 other members of the running tribe. <br />
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On Sunday, I took to the mean (which are not mean at all, and in fact, are quite friendly and lovely) streets of DC for the 37th running of the Marine Corps marathon. This was to be my first full marathon in almost a year after complete training derailment with illness last winter and spring. To say that I was excited is a complete and utter understatement. I was practically vibrating I was so excited. Mind was ready. Body was ready. Heart was ready. What I was NOT ready for, however, was the weather on this particular marathon race day. In case you live in a cave with no interweb, TV or other various news media and missed it, Hurricane Sandy made landfall on Sunday evening and Monday for this region of the northeast coast. And while I was not running in brutal rain or cold temperatures, I was facing some pretty darn spectacular winds.<br />
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Rewind to the starting line of said marathon. The Marine Corps marathon is unique in that you not only run Washington DC, you also run some parts of Arlington, Virginia. The start line is in Arlington and much like the other large races I've participated in, this means an early wake up call and camping out in the dark in a large parking lot until the official start time of the race. Definitely not ideal for running fast, but super fun in its own right. I met some lovely people that were a nice distraction from the pre-race jitters.<br />
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As for the course itself, the first 15k of this race are spectacular! It is run on the back roads in Arlington, which meant protection from the wind, beautiful fall colours lining the course, winding roads and rolling hills. To be honest, my legs weren't feeling it right from the start. Although I was running with control and maintaining my goal race pace without labouring, it still felt a tiny bit foreign.<br />
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And then I hit the wind.<br />
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For those of you reading this (wouldn't it be awesome if my blog went viral? Just saying :) , maybe send me some interweb love and share this post) who haven't had the pleasure of pounding out a 26.2 mile road race, it is an amazing, if not incredibly challenging feat in its own right. When you throw in an added complication like this brutal wind, a tough situation just gets that much tougher. <br />
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I have never experienced a wind quite like this. At times it was so strong it was like running on the spot, which, when you still have 27km of running left, is not an awesome feeling. I had a few fleeting moments of anger and frustration, but I let go of those quickly and remembered why exactly I was running this marathon.<br />
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I was running it because I love running. Simple.<br />
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I was running it because running allows me to feel a level of freedom that I don't experience doing anything else. By freedom, I mean the feeling of leaving behind, stress, worry, anxiety, life, the feeling of being in and appreciating the moment, and the sense of feeling completely alive. Simple.<br />
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And although I had a pretty ambitious time goal in this race (2:59 in case you don't know or I haven't put it out there into the universe enough) I had to remind myself that in every single race that I run, the first and most important goal is to enjoy it, to love it and to have an amazing experience doing it.<br />
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Perception really IS everything. Once I remembered these small things, my body felt lighter. I smiled and laughed. I started to notice more my beautiful surroundings and the wonderful spectators and volunteers who, despite the cold and wind came out to support all 35 000 runners on a day when they likely should have been preparing for the disaster that was about to strike their city in hurricane form. What amazing generosity, kindness and spirit. I enjoyed each and every step, even the last 10k which were incredibly painful and tough. And although I was physically in DC alone, I felt the spirit, energy and love of my friends and family who I KNOW without a doubt were thinking about me during those 3 hours of time. When they read this they should know that I felt the love and energy and used it. A big, BIG hug to those people- you all know who you are. <br />
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This is what mile 23 of a 26.2 mile road race appears to look like. Special thanks to Bobby Gill, friend and lululemon run ambassador extraordinaire who provided amazing runner support at the lulu cheer station and also takes fabulous pictures. I'm thankful he caught me smiling. :)<br />
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So? Where did it all leave me? With 3:12. Certainly well off my personal best and certainly well off my desired goal time, but I am happy with my effort nonetheless. I really did leave it all out there on the course and couldn't have run any harder than I did. And given the stress that has been my life for the past month, running in this marathon provided me with something so valuable and precious, that money could never, ever buy it and nothing else could ever replace it. And that is, like always, peace in my mind and happiness in my heart.<br />
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Thanks DC. Thanks Marine Corps marathon. Thanks so very much volunteers and spectators. I hope that your recovery from Hurricane Sandy is as quick as my recovery from the race. <br />
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And as for the 2:59, I'll get there. I know I will. And knowing is half the battle.<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-28308541937088247262012-10-23T20:24:00.003-07:002012-10-23T20:46:19.791-07:00There is ALWAYS RunningDid you ever read something that inspired you? Made ya think? Forced you to wonder? Kicked you in the gut?<br />
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The following is a guest post. Obviously, I didn't write it, but I sure felt compelled to share it here for many reasons. In a nutshell, I am so honoured to have had the opportunity to train with this individual on Thursday nights. Not only is he an exceptional runner (super fast, I simply cannot keep up to him on interval nights no matter how hard I try or how fast I may run), he is an exceptional human being. While I don't claim to know him well, I do know that he is tenacious, dedicated and focused. I like it.<br />
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And he nailed it. Not just the amazing race he had in Victoria, but this idea that no matter where we are in life, no matter where the journey may take us, there is ALWAYS running. Through joy, through pain, through the ultimate highs and through the absolute shit...<br />
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There is ALWAYS running.<br />
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Please read. And enjoy.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">This is a report about a race in which everything went right after a year in which a heck of a lot</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">seemed to being going wrong. If you’re training for a marathon, you may want to stop reading at this</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">point since I only ran 21.1 kilometres, or as my good buddy JB so eloquently put it in his Victoria race report, "Oh you ran a half marathon? Ask me if I give a f@%k!"</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Having said that, I’m hoping my teammate JS reads this, because I’m thinking of him as I write, knowing he’s had a challenging few months and has just picked up what we all hope is a minor injury. He’s spent all summer training his ass off to be ready to run a sub-three marathon in New York. If he can make it to the start line in one piece, I know he’s going to have an amazing race</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">because he will want it more than any of the thousands of runners who line up worrying about the</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">multitude of things that can go wrong in a road race and especially a 26.2-mile road race.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">In order to get to the ‘shit runners say’ analysis of how my race went down – you know, all the info on splits and everything else we runners talk about ad nauseam – I want to put how I felt at the start line into perspective.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Twelve months ago, I made the ill-fated decision to race on a bad ankle in Victoria and ended up</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">pulling out at the 15k mark. I later found out I had snapped my fibula. What followed was five long</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">months stuck in a walking cast, followed by a few months of battling shin splints as I stepped onto the comeback trail. As an aside, what ended up curing that problem was running more, not less, kind</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">of counter-intuitive. I discovered the value of recovery runs and was eventually able to follow coach</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Janice McCaffrey’s program, more or less, which was always my hope. Surrendering to the program</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">and my coach was a major goal for me this year … as opposed to listening to my ego and trying to</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">come up with harder workouts or adding mileage, or racing injured...but that’s another story!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">While this was going on, I had some pretty interesting things happen in my personal life. Without</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">boring you with the gory details, this included: a divorce, house sales and condo purchases, two</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">friends dying and my sister battling breast cancer. Why is this relevant? Because through it all,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">running became more than just a hobby – it was a lifeline. Even when I couldn’t run, which was for a</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">long time, I promised myself that this wouldn’t be a comeback year, that this would be a year in which I would shatter my personal bests in the 10k and half. It was a very healthy and welcome distraction for me even if, in all honesty, it didn’t really matter whether I achieved those goals.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">In order to keep those targets in sight through long periods when I couldn’t run and considered</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">quitting running altogether (I had a serious injury on the same ankle a few years ago due to soccer),</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">I did what I could. I’ve been doing core twice a day – almost without exception – since January. I</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">realize it’s not necessary or helpful to do that much, but having a routine helped keep me motivated</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">and feeling like I could come back stronger, even when I started to doubt that notion. Before I got</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">the all clear to run again, I was at the gym 3-4 times a week. And when I came back and couldn’t run</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">because I didn’t have access to babysitters (I have joint custody of my girls), I took them swimming</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">and dragged them around with pool noodles while I pushed off on my feet doing a kind of pool</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">running thing. I have no idea whether it made a difference but it felt like a great workout and I still</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">do it to this day – 2-3 times per week. Other than two weeks before race day (thanks to another</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">teammate, Patty), all my long runs were done on my treadmill for three months prior to Victoria. And</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">I HATE treadmills.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"> The point I’m trying to make is that I felt that because of all these challenges – not in spite of them –</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">it was just a matter of time before I got to grips with my PBs. In my mind, because I’d had the will to</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">endure all those treadmill long runs, I had already proved how much I wanted it, and I would have all</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">the motivation I needed to get the absolute maximum out of my body on race day.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"> It still took a while. I set a personal worst time in my first race back and got beaten by a 12-year-</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">old boy, who just happened to be a family friend of a colleague at work (he took great delight</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">in telling me that the kid didn’t even like running) but by August things were coming together and</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">I started gaining confidence. The Dino Dash 10k proved to be a big turning point. I decided to do</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">something I’d been afraid to do before: run without a watch. I still had one strapped to my wrist but I</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">was aggressive in my approach and ran by feel – without redlining - and didn’t check my Garmin until I hit the halfway point. When I realized I’d set a 30-second 5k PB I thought disaster may be imminent but I ended up staying strong and recording a 1 minute and 30 second PB. Two weeks later I ran by feel at Melissa’s, on a much harder course, and almost equaled that time while chasing down – or at least attempting to chase down anther Adreanalin Rush teamate, DG.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">When I told my teammate Dougie the day before the Victoria half that I was going to go out hard,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">what I meant was that I planned to be aggressive. Mark, another teammate, described my race strategy as “balls out” but much as I like that analogy - if not the mental picture! – that’s not what I</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">tried to do or ended up doing. I ran Victoria completely by feel instead of by Garmin. On a course where I wasn’t sure (a) what the pace should be through the early hills (b) what difference elevation would make and (c) how fast Icould go without red-lining, it was – in my opinion – the ONLY way to run. Instead of looking at my Garmin every kilometer, I wrote my desired kilometer splits for 5k, 10k, and 15-18k on my arm so I could compare when I reached those markers. What happened was that I hit 10k about 30 seconds ahead of my ‘dream goal’ pace of 1:18.00 and maintained that through to the finish. I ran the first 10k at an average pace of 3:39 and the next 10k at 3:41. My slowest kilometer was 3:46 and I did that at kilometer 6. My fastest was my last (3:25). My goal going in had been 3:40 to 3:45.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">There’s not much else to say about the race. I was looking forward to running with others but ended</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">up doing the whole thing on my own. It wasn’t windy so it wasn’t a problem. I passed a whole bunch</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">of guys from kilometres 3-10 and in the second half I passed five people and was passed by one guy,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">who later turned out to be a 1:08 half marathoner who was doing a progression run. He absolutely</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">destroyed me by running 3:15s at the top of the last hill. I didn’t run the last few kilometres that well – the twists and turns were pretty distracting when I was trying to put the hammer down – but it was a good feeling to cross the finish line and realize I had been able to beat my dream goal for the race – and more importantly, attain my goal for the year of crushing my half marathon PB. As I crossed the line I pumped my fists and yelled out what felt like an entire year’s worth of emotion. At the time I thought it was Whitfield-esque but unfortunately, after reviewing the race video I realize I looked kinda like a wooden version of Mr. Bean – story of my life!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"> I’m now done for the season and pondering whether to run Boston. Unlike my friend JB, I’m a</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">terrible marathoner who questions whether it’s really worth training for six months only to be left</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">hoping that you stay healthy/avoid getting sick/are helped by the weather Gods and then get your</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">nutrition, fueling and race strategy right on the day. Even then, you might do what I did in my last</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">marathon and bonk or cramp and walk the last few miles. I admire all of you for doing it; I’m just not sure if I want to!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Whatever happens, though, I’m so glad to be back running again and I’m grateful for every run I’m</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">able to do these days. I’m convinced regular core and running by feel were big difference-makers</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">for me this year, but it’s always so hard to figure out what works for every individual. It’s entirely</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">possible the theories mentioned above are a bunch of bunk and that the biggest difference-makers</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">had nothing to do with training, diet or exercise. At our pre-race meeting coach Janice summed up myseason with the following words...</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"> “You’re running with happy feet.”</span><br />
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Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-63562064450595992052012-10-04T10:18:00.002-07:002012-10-04T10:28:03.220-07:00My TribeI have always maintained that I'm a pretty simple gal. I work. I run. I eat. I yoga. I work out. I hang out. I love music. I love baking. I love my family and friends. I love the sun on my skin, the feeling of the lake first thing in the morning when I jump in on a spectacular summer day and the sound of my feet on the pavement, the wind in the trees and the water flowing over the rocks on my moonlit morning runs.<br />
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Simple, yes? This is one of the reasons I've always maintained that geography is not super important to me. Don't get me wrong, there are certain minuscule requirements when it comes to locale, such as being close enough to my family that I can visit when I need some selfish cuddles from wee H and being close enough that I can get to the lake for a chunk of summertime for night boating expeditions and turtle hunting. Other than that, for me, a place is less about the geography and more about the peeps that allows me to dig in, heart and soul. It's really about finding my tribe. My peeps. My community. Those people.<br />
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Who is it that makes up my tribe? Who are the people that allow ME to connect, to feel a part of a community, to feel like I've found my place in this crazy world? To start, the runners, of course must be included in this crew. Really any and all runners are a part of my tribe, but especially those runners who are in it for the long run; the marathoners and the half marathoners, the ultras and the trail runners. Those who know that the day is not quite over and all is not quite right in the world until feet have been into shoes and shoes have hit the pavement. The ones who really understand the need to leave it all behind, tune out of the world and onto the path, clearing the mind, moving the body in one long continuous meditation. The crazies who know, without a doubt, that the runner's high is real and is most definitely worth chasing. This is my tribe.<br />
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It's also the yogis. Those who really understand what it means to be brave enough to try, but to be smart enough to try easy and to smile and laugh at the prospect that you TRIED and to let go of the idea that it should turn out any certain way. The ones who keep breathing and understand the need to breathe in joy, love and kindness and to breathe out fear, worry, and inadequacy. This is my tribe.<br />
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I know, without a doubt, that wherever this crazy life will take me, that I will never, ever be alone. Because there are always runners, yogis and fitness freaks. Those who hug first and ask questions later. People who believe that love WILL find a way. <br />
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They are everywhere. My tribe. <br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-29528025746149935762012-09-21T21:50:00.000-07:002012-09-21T21:50:34.402-07:00Coyote RunningFriday. Sky was blue. Sun was shining. Day was HOT. Perfect day for running, in my estimation.<br />
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Today I had the privilege of running with the Centennial Coyotes cross country team! I love running (surprise) and one of the best things about this whole marathon craziness is when I get to teach, share it, live it with others. And who better to share it with that a group of high school kids and their fearless coaches who are about to embark upon their very first cross country race of the year!<br />
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First. I would be remiss if I didn't offer a huge shout out to the coaches of said team. While it might seem that training for running is really just about going running, truthfully there is a whole lotta science behind it and a whole lotta energy that goes into leading these students in practices and in meets. Centennial coaches, you are wonderful. The extra time and energy you dedicate to ensuring these student athletes can be a part of a team like cross country is nothing short of admirable and so large cyber hug to YOU. Yes, you, D-Ost with your moullet (that's French for mullet) blowing in the breeze and YOU Chaney with your incredibly coordinated running attire. I love that you guys give your time to these students and to running. Thank-you.<br />
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Second. WOW. Exactly one calendar year ago I ran with this exact cross country team and had the opportunity to run with one runner girl who shall remain nameless. Remember her? Grade 10? Super, super talented athlete? Exceptional student? Loves running, maybe even as much as I do? Anyhow, runner girl is now is grade 11, and, I can state, with confidence, that the world should look out for this girl. That's right. Look. Out. World. Her tenacity and spark are amazing. She has huge goals. And she's going after them. Not just in running, too. In LIFE. To me, this is the sign of foresight and maturity well beyond her years. It was a privilege to see her and run with her again, and I hope that she is enjoying her running journey just as much as I enjoy learning all about it. <br />
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Third. This team has a boxer. A fighter. If that ever gets old for him, he should certainly take up distance running as more than a supplement to his training. Huge hill in Fish Creek Park? He killed it. And killed it 5 times. Just for fun. And then looked at the rest of us as if to say, "That's it?". INSANE. And awesome. <br />
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Hopefully, one of the messages I shared with these runners was clear; and that is running is an amazing life sport that can take you to places you never even imagined. It might take you to a crazy race in a crazy place. It might allow you to meet and run with people who will change your life. It might open doors that you never even knew existed. It just requires that you keep on keepin' on. Feet into shoes. Shoes onto pavement. One foot in front of the other. AWESOME.<br />
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And the best running advice an old gal like me can give? Here it is!<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-9134927094645173782012-09-07T21:13:00.001-07:002012-09-10T07:29:19.107-07:00So Close...So Far AwaySometimes 2:59.59 feels like its a long way away.<br />
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From 3:07, that is.<br />
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Confused? My current marathon personal best is a 3:07. My ultimate goal, for now, is a 2:59. This means I need to shave a whole 7 minutes from my time.<br />
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7 minutes. This is the length of time it took this morning for me to: park my car and walk into Starbucks. Order a grande Earl Grey tea with lots of room in my lovely new white re-useable cup. Pour a healthy amount of skim milk into said tea. And return to car. All things considered, not that long of a time frame.<br />
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But when I'm thinking about those 7 minutes out there on the marathon course, I am very aware of exactly how those 7 minutes are going to feel. They certainly are not going to feel like this morning's leisurely stroll into Starbucks to order tea. Those 7 minutes are going to hurt. Hella hurt. Body telling brain to stop hurt. Lungs exploding, feet numb, every muscle in my body burning hurt. The sweat equity that is going into those 7 minutes is extensive...intervals, long runs, hill training, tempo runs, recovery runs, yoga days, stretching, stretching, stretching. To me, there is something so simple and beautiful about this, the fact that with marathon training, you get out EXACTLY what you put in. And yes, no doubt...it. will. HURT.<br />
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However, I also have to remind myself that my philosophy on running and training parallels my philosophy on life, in which case it is never just about the destination but about appreciating the journey along the way. And what a journey to 2:59.59 it will be. Along the way there is 3:02 and 3:03 and 3:06. Those numbers are all fabulous in their own right and stand for me being just a little better than I was last time out. Even before the finish line is crossed and there is a final time on the clock, there are so many amazing adventures to be had within this journey. Great running to be had with even better friends. Great running to be had at high schools sharing what I know with kids who are likely way faster but maybe slightly less disciplined than me. Great meals to be consumed after long, long, LONG Saturday or Sunday morning runs. So much great, in fact, that I get excited just thinking about it. And during my 30k tomorrow morning? I'm going to breathe deeply, appreciate the moment and relish every step of the way.<br />
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And where does this leave me? I guess it leaves me right in the middle of it all. Putting one foot in front of the other. Again, and again. Heading towards the finish line, which is also the middle point...and the starting line and all the places in between. 2:59...I'm comin' for ya!<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-14970446287582032982012-08-24T16:12:00.004-07:002012-08-24T16:14:57.182-07:00FreedomI've been writing this post in my head for a long, long, LONG time! Yes, you see, I've been at the lake! All summer long, in fact, and for me this means: no computer, no internet and barely cell phone reception! It certainly did not mean no running, of course, and as you can expect I've been hard at it: long runs in 30+ heat and humidity, intervals early in the morning so I don't perish in the summer hot, trail running right from my cottage at Trinity Bay (courtesy of by brother in law, Tee Dubs) and half marathon training with the best training partner a gal could ever ask for, ARJR. Anyhow, I'm back. Back to the city, back to the structure and routine of life, back to some serious training. With the Marine Corps marathon looming in the not so distant future, I am on it!<br />
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Anyhow, I spent some time this summer thinking about freedom. While I certainly do NOT take my beautiful Canadian freedom for granted and am grateful for it, the kind of freedom I'm referring to here is the sense of peace that occurs when you are able to free your mind from the business, craziness and stressfulness that everyday life can bring. For some, like me, clearing thoughts and worries right out the mind is a seemingly impossible task. I know it's supposed to happen at yoga, but for me, it most certainly does not, no matter how hard I may try (hearing my one of my fav yogis, Kathy in my head right now saying "try easy") or how much I want it. Thankfully, running has become a form of moving meditation for me and the peace I feel in my mind and the happiness I feel in my heart can only be achieved by getting my feet into shoes and onto the pavement. Bliss, every single time!<br />
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And then this summer, I made the most awesome discovery.<br />
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The same peace of mind I am able to achieve during a run can also be found night boating.<br />
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For those who have not had the pleasure of spending any length of time on the water, I was born and raised on the shores of an incredibly unique lake in Northern Ontario called Lake of the Woods. I have been driving a boat for just about as long as I can remember. My first boat was an awesome 14ft red aluminum vessel with a fabulous 4hp Evinrude. Definitely not breaking any speed records, but it certainly got me to and from whomever I was visiting lake side!<br />
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Let's set the stage for this whole night boating thing:<br />
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This is sunset. Pre night boating if you will. Magical, yes? I sure think so.<br />
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Anyhow, driving a boat on a big lake in the pitch black of night is a surreal experience. The only light is if there happens to be a bit of moonlight dancing on the water. There are no signs, no speed limits, no noises, no anything, really. Just the sound of the wind in your hair. You do need to have a general sense of where the heck you are going, since, even though its black, you are navigating reefs, rocks, channel markers, buoys, islands, mainland and other various hazards. Every part of you is aware of where you are at during that particular moment...not where you are coming from or your destination, just that very moment. I breathe in the summer humid air, notice the sound of the air swooshing by my ears and smile because I am so very fortunate to be able to be in that moment...in a boat...on a lake...in the dead of night. <br />
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And the result? A sense of calm, peace, gratitude and happiness that for me, can only be replicated (so far :) by putting one foot in front of the other, on the pavement, in running shoes. Its difficult to put into words just exactly what this feels like, but if you've experienced it, you know. And if you haven't, rest assured it is a very unique and individual experience; you WILL know when you get there, and will know exactly what I'm talking about.<br />
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Freedom. It really, really is a beautiful thing.<br />
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<br />Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09241559670458687656noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3402949744973503035.post-7269503490743677182012-07-16T14:59:00.001-07:002012-07-16T14:59:29.929-07:00Lemon LovePeeps! Be prepared to be blasted with an attitude of gratitude!<br />
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Before we get to that, I'm wondering about your summers'. Yes, yours! And YOURS! I can only hope that wherever you are reading this from in the world that you are having as fantastic a summer as I. My summer is going a little something like this:<br />
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Nothing like rolling out of bed and into the lake, especially when its hot. DAMN hot. So hot I'm almost remembering that really, I am a mermaid after years of being land locked on the prairies because I am spending so much time in the water.<br />
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Anyhow, I've mentioned before and I will again, that this year, I had the most massive honour of being chosen to be a lululemon run ambassador for the 4th St. store in Calgary. In a nutshell, what this means in its most basic sense is that lulu supports me in my running endeavours, and I support them in their running endeavours. However, it means, much, much, MUCH more to me than just that, and I want to take a moment to share with you what it has meant to me to be a run ambassador with this most amazing company!<br />
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One of the things I really appreciate about lululemon is that they fully and wholeheartedly support grass roots community building where their stores are located, locally AND globally! They really, really are trying to elevate the world from mediocrity to greatness and for me, this has meant that I am able to ask them to support me in the work I do with individuals I am supporting to meet run, fitness and lifestyle goals. Supporting and elevating individuals from mediocrity to personal greatness, if you will. Truth? This is what I LOVE to do. It is my passion and I feel so very fortunate that I have been able to do this with and through lululemon.<br />
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This is the bigger picture, but I'd also like to share, on a more personal level, just how much I appreciate everything and anything the 4th st. store in Calgary does for me. Every single time I come into the store (truth- about twice a week, whether I'm taking runners out or not, I have a SERIOUS addiction to their clothing, run and otherwise) I feel like I'm with my tribe. All of the peeps who work in the store treat me as a friend that they are happy to see, and that just makes me smile. I love going to the store, talking running, talking goals and talking life with not only the people that work there, but the guests that are often cruising around the running section looking for some new gear. I should also mention, that I am the proud owner of quite possibly the most fabulous running wardrobe the world ever did see thanks to my 4th street peeps! I spend a lot A LOT of time in running gear and just because we're working hard and sweating it out on the mean streets of Calgs sure does not mean we shouldn't look good doing it, so much much gratitude to lululemon for continually coming up with new styles and colours that make a gal feel like she looks great despite the sweat!<br />
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Also...and this is big...I'd dare say that lulu and the 4th st. staff in particular, believed in me long before I actually believed in myself. This has been a really big year for me. Huge in fact. I've imagined my life in 10 years, have clarity in seeing where I will be and now have the confidence to take the huge steps to get there. In essence, I have been encouraged to get the eff out of my own way, and quite simply, I will! There have been many messengers of magic on this journey and several of them wear luon (that would be lulu material :) and hang out at the 4th street store on a daily basis. They encourage and inspire me each and every time I see them. The impact they have had on my life simply cannot be understated and I feel like I am well on my way to achieving the goals I have set for myself. I am humbled, honoured and so incredibly grateful to know these people, be a part of the lemons (as they affectionately call themselves) and to be a part of the work they undertake. What an amazing company. What an amazing experience. I am so lucky.<br />
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Last but not least, did ya know that lulu is holding its first ever half marathon? Eeek! It's called the Sea Wheeze. EXCITING! Did ya know that its very, very soon on the 11th of August? Did ya know that they sold it out? That's right...sold. it. out. A huge accomplishment on the very first try. And like everything the lemons do, this will be one fantastic event and I am super pumped to be a part of it. I know there are many people working tirelessly in Vancouver and elsewhere to ensure that the event is awesome, memorable and let's be honest, the best dang half marathon the world ever did see. How much work it is to create and carry out an event of this magnitude, I cannot even imagine, so I'd just love to give a big shout out and a huge hug over the interweb to those who are involved. Thank you for all you are doing to create an amazing event!<br />
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And on that note, I think I see the sun poking its head through the clouds. My inner mermaid is calling and its time to hit the lake!<br />
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PS- One more running thing...I went for a long one this morning...25k in fact, in the mist. It was a run and a facial all at once. And surprise, surprise, I loved every second. <br />
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