Personal Bests

  • 04/07 Boston Marathon3:33:22
  • 10/08 Hartford Half Marathon 1:46:23
  • 09/06 New Haven Road Race 20K 1:36:47
  • 08/04 Deary 5-M Road Race - my 1st race ever 39:37
  • 11/06 VMG 5K 21:05
  • 07/06 Boombox Mile 6:12

Breaking The Tape

Upcoming Races 2010

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Back to the Beginning

This past week has been filled with experiences that have brought me back to my humble beginnings.

As some of you have heard, I have signed up for a half Ironman distance race in June 2009. For the uninitiated, that means a 1.2 mile swim, then 56 miles on the bike, followed by 13.1 miles of running. Registering for this race was a lot like signing up for my first marathon: it’s something I know I can do, but it will require hard work, focus, a big learning curve and a little bit of crazy. (Oh, and a wet suit – anyone got one I can borrow?)

Yesterday, I ran the Hartford Half Marathon. I haven’t run this race, or even a half-marathon technically, since I started this crazy running addiction in 2003. The whole day was a little surreal for me – it felt strange to head to the race alone without my race crew, and to not run the full marathon. It was odd to be done so early in the day, and see so many people lining up for food and massages.

It felt odd to run the race alone, to have perfect weather, and to find myself smiling so much. Within the first mile of the race I heard one of April-Anne’s favorite song, just after I had parted ways with another wonderful friend who was running the marathon. Later, I thought of Michelle when I passed by the Parrothead’s rest stop, and of course, I thought of jeff whenever I high-fived someone. I got a little weepy when I read the back of one woman’s shirt that said “Running with my mom” when I realized that she was running in memory of her mom. And I nearly jumped out of my skin when my friend Fran screamed my name and ran out into the road to boost my spirits.

I savored every step of that race – the ones that felt good and the ones that didn’t – because these were my roots, this was where it all started, and I realized that running still has me captive.

To complete the weekend, I engaged in some active recovery and further root re-building by climbing on to my very neglected mountain bike to cover 20-miles on the local rail trail. As the autumn leaves swirled down and around, I smiled, knowing that I had reconnected to that part of me that has been buried too long under stress.

New beginnings from old roots; I’m ready.

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