I have yet to write about actual adventures. Well, the last couple weeks have been a wild one.
August 17, a friend of mine and I go out for a drink in matching dresses. Somehow, we find the same deal on the Meijer clearance rack, and we rock out in these black flower dresses. We agree that next month, we’re gonna wear pink with black leggings.
August 19. Michigan Titanium. Once again, I’m not a strong cyclist. Would help if I practiced more on the damn thing. After getting off the bike at Michigan Titanium, I start running. Suddenly, a woman comes up behind me and we start talking about stuff. I discover her name is Julia and she was from Chicago. At about mile 5, she pulls ahead of me while running, but after I finish… we somehow find each other and give each other a HUGE bear hug.
At work… Donna and Alicia, two big sisters, have been loving on me and protecting me. Donna talks to me often. She genuinely wants to know how I’m doing, how the treatment is going, and we share so many moments in an 8 hour day.
August 26, I run the Millennium Meadows half-ish marathon, and while I don’t make any friends on the run… the day was a celebration of life. I slowed down a bit, but I didn’t struggle, and finished solid. Breakfast at Anna’s never tasted so good.
Susie told me to go on adventures… and what I’m learning is that they don’t have to be climbs on Mt Everest to count. It’s dinner with your adopted family, it’s having your hair rubbed by Mom Wendy at Out On the Lakeshore, it’s a 30 mile bike ride in the fall, and so much more.
Next year, I’ll do a lot more writing on endurance, especially as I return to 26.2, and especially as I tackle the half-duathlon at Michigan Titanium. The half-duathlon is basically a 56 mile bike ride followed by a 13.1 mile run. Anna’s might not be open when I get done. In 2020, I plan on doing the FULL duathlon… which is double the half-duathlon. I get to enter the so called pain cave.
Running wise, it’s more of a celebration of life now. I used to be so concerned about time and stuff that it burned me the hell out, and forced me to take a long break from the sport. It’s better now, but I need to be careful.
Au revoir for now…