Sunday, November 20, 2011
The endurance team decided to do inerval hills on squaw peak road on Saturday. A storm blew in late Friday and left Provo with a few inches.
One minute at 100% up squaw peak and then one minute rest -or in my case gasping for dear life. The elevation always seems to sneak up on me and give me a less than perfect performance. Six strong runners, fresh powder beneath our saucony's, and rosey cheeks in the morning sun. After 15 intervals, we called it a day and headed down the mountain.
Then my magical running moment came.
You know the one that you never predict, but the one that makes your whole week.
I take off running down the mountain alone, every pore in my body soothed by runners high, looking at the glorious first fallen snow piled thick on the trees. Out of all the hundreds of songs i have on my ipod, "Winter Song" comes on. Thee perfect song for my first winter run. I breath in the freezing mountain air through my stinging lungs, feel my feet pounding underneath the hard snow, and look out at the gaping magestic mountains. I shed a tear. How do you get any closer to god than that moment?
For those of you who do not know "Winter Song", here it is...
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Heck i can't bike and the good lord above knows i can't swim. The only swimming i've done is in a pool with my girls because one of them was pooping and i had to get them out of the water. Other than that, i'm as close to a triathlon as.. the girl next door.
It all started when my CrossFit buddies decided to nudge me in. But i couldn't say no. The words literally could not come out of my mouth. Only because in my deepest of deepest hearts i really have always invisioned me training and finishing a triathlon.
I find this kind of ironic because almost 12 months ago i had the same vision of me finishing a marathon. And look how that turned out.
Trained for it.. did it.
.... now want something MORE.