I have been doing a lot of running lately. It is unlikely that this surprises anyone, my family least of all. But this training cycle is a bit different. My sights are set on Moose Mountain Marathon, the shortest distance of the three fall superior races. I have run a few trail races including the spring Superior 25k (an out and back that covers that last portion of the fall races), but this is my first trail marathon and it could take me upwards of seven hours so I need my body in tip top trail specific condition. Fortunately, my longtime running buddy Rose is an ultra-runner. For the last few years, Rose has been encouraging me to sign up and train for a longer trail race. "If you can run a road marathon, you can run a trail ultra," says Rose. I've been hesitant to commit for a few reasons: 1) time it takes to train for a trail race (driving time to trails + more time running=more time away from home) 2) amount of energy it takes to ...
Preface: I wanted to write this race report while it was all still fresh, but with a four month old and my return to work, this post quickly dropped its priority status. Luckily, I jotted down some key memories immediately after the race to stimulate my writing later. Those anecdotes are included here! *** Almost two weeks ago, I crossed the YWCA Women's Sprint Triathlon finish line for third year in a row. As I raised my hands in the air, the announcer cheered me on, "Molly of Minneapolis- This is her first triathlon post baby Misha! She just had a baby and triathlon!" This shot truly captures the thrill of the finish line. Last year, Misha completed the race with me and my mom in the "buddy heat." Only a few weeks pregnant, I kept my mom company as she worked her way through her first 500 yard open water swim, 15 mile bike ride, and 5k run. This year, we signed up as a "mother-daughter team" with each of us competing in our own age g...
I am trying something new. I set my timer for 20 minutes. I haven't been writing or journaling for months (years?). I so enjoy it yet there never seems to be enough time to formulate what to say in the way I want to say it. Yet, I am truly my own gatekeeper here, not time herself. So, I'm trying a new kind of writing practice. I will give myself the gift of twenty minutes. No more, no less- with the assignment of simply moving words from my brain to the page. With only twenty minutes, I can't edit myself, get stuck on searching for the exact word, or any of the nonsense that prevents me from writing and sharing in this space. My favorite astrologist suggested that I look back 8 years ago and reflect on the journey that I began at that time. 8 years ago was 2013. 8 years ago was the birth of my first child and my crossing into motherhood. What journey did I begin? Where did I set out go and where did it take me...
I think I am about to spend hours on Picmonkey. SO cute.
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