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Race Recap: Old Fashioned 10 Miler 2019

2019 Old Fashioned 10 Miler Race Recap

One of the most frustrating things about being an athlete with Addison’s Disease is that sometimes you can do everything right leading up to a race, taper, stay hydrated, take your meds, and yet somehow your body chemistry still drifts off and you end up with a performance that is less than your best.

This is exactly what happened to me this past Sunday during the Old Fashioned 10 miler in Foxboro. I went out a little fast but not completely crazy, yet by mile 3 I was fighting an intense internal battle not to pull up and stop completely.  Continue Reading

Race Recap: Eagle Brook Saloon New Year’s 5k 2019

When you sign up for a race in New England, you really never know what you are going to get. It could be mid-40’s in June or mid-60’s in January. It keeps you on your toes. It wasn’t quite 60 degrees, but it was way, way warmer for this New Year’s Day 5k versus last year’s version. 

Last year, I struggled to pin my bib through six layers of clothes and had icicles hanging from my ears by the end. This year, I was quite comfortable in shorts and a t-shirt. The hill in the first mile? Yeah, that didn’t change. Continue Reading

Why Do a Fun Run?

This past weekend was the Angel Run, one of the big annual 5k charity races in our town. It brings out all kinds of runners and walkers, but a majority are kids, families, or the unlucky ones pushing sleighs (strollers). It’s a great atmosphere and a lot of fun.

I realize for some people the word fun and run don’t belong together. Not me, but I’m sure they are out there. If you’re one of those people, here are a few more reasons you might consider entering a local 5k fun run. Continue Reading

Race Recap: Genesis Battlegreen 10k

Genesis Battlegreen Run 10k

What is it about a taper week that brings out the worst self-hating demons? You’d think by this point I’d be used to it, but they get me every time. By Wednesday, I’m feeling achy and diagnosing myself with the flu or some new chronic disease. By Friday, I’m sure those niggling pains are actually torn ligaments or stress fractures. 

This past week Michelle finally put a stop to all the nonsense and asked why I was freaking out that I always got like this before a race. She was right, of course. There were no upper respiratory infections or torn ligaments. It was just a big, hairy goal that was trying to knock down my confidence. I didn’t entirely succeed. Clearly, I still have a lot to learn from Deena.  Continue Reading

Race Recap: Dover-Sherborn Sprint Triathlon 2018

I realized later in the day that it was almost three years to the day that I last won my age group in a triathlon. Three years ago, I thought I was perhaps in the best shape of my life. I had just had a great race at the Rev3 Poconos Olympic distance.  The plan was to step up and absolutely crush a 70.3 the next year before taking on the full Ironman after that. I had no idea that I would actually end up in the hospital instead with a tumor, a chronic disease, and the mandate to not do much of anything for six months. 

It was a long and winding road back (hello, arthritis), but last weekend I finally felt like the old 2015 version of me as all the preparation came together in a great race and I once again climbed up on the top step. I have no plans to do a half or full iron anymore, that shipped sailed with the cartilage in my knee, but it felt really good crossing that finish line knowing I put everything I had into the race.

But let’s back up and start at the beginning. Continue Reading

Race Recap: Appleman Sprint Triathlon

appleman sprint triathlon race recap

You can only do the race on race day. Trying to make that my older and wiser mantra. There’s no use wasting energy in stressing about the weather, or the course, or if your child comes down with a stomach bug the day before that has her throwing up and moaning on the couch. You race or you don’t. The alarm went off at 4:30. I got up, it was race day. Continue Reading

Race Recap: Harvest Sprint Triathlon

It had been over a year since my last triathlon and I was nervous. I was nervous for the packing. I had forgotten just how much logistics and checklists are involved the day before a triathlon. Sometime mid-morning I felt a fluttering panic in my stomach and was sure that I was missing something major, something critical from the list. I had a crystal clear vision of showing up on race morning without my bike or my pants. Something that would be embarrassing and force me out of the race.

Turns out a few deep breaths and some double checking and then triple checking my race day list was all I needed. I drove the hour south to Wareham, just before the bridges to the Cape, still somewhat convinced that I had forgotten something, but I showed up at the race venue, unpacked my gear and found that it was all there. I was ready. It was time to race.  Continue Reading