Hi there and thanks for stopping by!
I’ve never had a blog before so pardon me while I get my sealegs. The reason I’m starting one now is this crazy little event I just signed on for, the Boston Marathon. I found out on Monday, just five short days ago, that I’ll be running it come April 18th 2011, which according to the Marathon’s website is just 176 short days away…this sounds all sorts of crazy in general and in particular today, since every muscle in my body is screaming. I worked with the fitness director at my gym on Thursday, who also happens to be a world-class triathlon coach and seems to think I am capable of much greater athletic feats than I am in reality ready to do. While I am flattered, it is a humbling experience; ibuprofen is my friend today.
This athleticism thang is both new and not-so-new to me. I’ve been what I call a Cardio Queen for years–if you belong to a gym you probably know a few at least by sight if not by name. They spend an inordinate amount of their lives on the elliptical or treadmill, going nowhere but with intense focus. Athletically speaking, I haven’t done anything competitive in nature since school. But even then, I never thought of myself as an athlete; in high school I was fond of saying that I ran for the cross-country team because “someone has to come in last”.
This summer for reasons both complicated and simple I decided to change all that; while at my cousin’s bridal shower I made a snap decision to enter my first triathlon. I announced it to everyone sitting with me that day just to make sure it “stuck”, and when I got home I pushed the button on my registration without know how far one would have to swim or bike or run to finish this crazy thing.
Long story short: I trained hard. I showed up on race day full of equal doses of excitement and self-doubt. I came in 111th out of 407 racers and had the chutzpah to Facebook-friend-request the guy who came in 1st. I immediately enrolled in three more races, filling my summer and fall with gloriously impossible-sounding goals that turned out to be not only possible but a heckuva lot of fun, too.
And now here I am standing on the precipice of my next two gloriously impossible-sounding goals: raise $5k for Children’s Hospital (that’s how I got my race number) and run this wild race.
Thanks for coming along with me on the journey!