Time to go?

Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.

When I was a freshman in high school, I started out running track during the winter just to stay in shape for soccer. I was decent, OK. I won some stuff, but they were small races. Then we had our very first big outdoor track meet, with lots of fast schools and faster runners. We were going to get our asses kicked.

Except I didn’t know that. I didn’t know I was supposed to lose now. The gun went off for the 800m at this big invitational and I took off. I came through the first lap leading and people were going nuts. Who the hell was this freshman? Shockingly, I couldn’t quite hold on to it and I ended up getting nipped in the last turn. I also ended up with the school record and a huge PR and the realization I could maybe be pretty fast at this.

But here’s the part you’ve probably heard before: I never ran as fast again the entire rest of high school.

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Day 1, Week 1

After I got my USA Triathlon pro/elite license in the mail last week, I went through the Ironman Pro Registration this weekend, handed over my $950 (which includes all Ironman branded races for the year + stupid Active fees) and filled out a form listing all my “support personnel.” Which, honestly, after I listed Hillary, I was like, uhhh, who else supports me? Maybe my fancy new Stanford heart doctor? Even though he’s not really helping my training, but more figuring out if/how to fix this hereditary arrhythmia issue. I guess that counts as personnel. Continue reading “Day 1, Week 1”