The Boston Marathon

I finally registered for the 2011 Boston Marathon after two hours of trying to get through on the website.  My excitement for this is still as high as the day I qualified.  Probably will be that way until I finish the race.  Oh, and until I buy every article of clothing at the expo that relates to Boston 2011.

“Man is a goal seeking animal. His life only has meaning if he is reaching out and striving for his goals.” -Aristotle

Found the remedy, I had to set you free

I have disappointment in my heart and I hate its toxicity.  With every exhale I force it out, little by little.  It’s almost gone but, like the scars on my back there will always be remnants.  Being 27 is kind of like going back to 7th grade.  It’s awkward.  I’m angry.  I’m channeling it… into racing.  If I commit to excellence, success will follow.  I trust myself, I am fearless and I am powerful.  My dreams become reality.  They always have and they always will.  Stand for greatness and expect nothing less.

The results?  First Place in Age Group Division, Third Place Overall Female Division.

10K #1: 6.2 miles, 7:13 pace

60K bike: 37.4 miles, 19.7 mph avg.

10K #2: 6.2 miles, 8:09 pace

If it’s not fun, don’t do it!!  Wet, cold and still happy on the 2nd 10K.

Summer is fleeting and with that comes change.  Fall is rebirth, fresh starts, a brighter outlook on an earlier setting sun.

“Angels fly because they take themselves lightly.”

I felt the wind in my hair, the power in my legs and the sun on my back this weekend.  Biking is my favorite way to see the world and experience the real truth of what it has to offer.

Except they changed the route this year, and it wasn’t as pretty.
And there was a headwind the whole time.
And it was cold.

In my brain I committed to riding 100 miles but when it came right down to it, it’s not like I had anything to prove, or was racing, or was trying to accomplish anything more than having a good time with my friends.  Around mile 63 after riding into a headwind the entire time we decided to bail on the 100 and stop at 75.  At first I felt guilty!  Almost a little ashamed but quickly got over it and here’s why:

Biking, especially on a Sunday afternoon, doing rides called “Apple Cider Century” that are billed as “tours” are supposed to be fun, right?  Then how about the time today when I was at a stop sign waiting for my friends to catch up and a man in his 50′s on an ill-fitting very expensive bike, leading a pack of other 50-year-old d.b. “cyclists,” zooms straight through the stop sign, turns right and yells, “bad place to stop!”  Really a#@hole?  Or the woman in a Range Rover honking and profusely yelling, “single file!” as we’re riding with 5500 other people down country roads.  Again, it’s Sunday afternoon here, people!

Maybe I’m the one who’s overreacting to others’ angst but really, but it’s people like them that make me breathe more deeply, focus on the now, and realize I’m not a slacker for not doing 100 miles;  I’m a champ for making it 75.

Again, “angels fly because they take themselves lightly.”  So take this as a cue on your Monday morning to relax.  Don’t take life too seriously, have fun and stop at stop signs.

A very fine group – Team Lag Ass

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