Wednesdays are arguably the busiest days for me. I get to work at 6:30am, busy busy with clinic until 2pm. Then I rush home to fit in a 8-10 mile run and a 90 min bike ride before getting Petru from school. We also get our farm share on Wednesdays which means I deal with the veggies before collapsing on the couch.
My schedule is such that I end up running in the hottest part of the day. Yesterday I was hoping for some rain, but it did not happen. My schedule called for 9 miles with the last 15 min moderate, but since I have no idea what moderate is for me, and bc I have a Garmin vanity issue, I messed up the run and ended up running the middle 5 miles progressively harder; I had the sense to take the last few easy. The easy miles allowed me to see these:
And pick them up. And stuff them into my bra.
I have a 4 leaf clover issue. I find them. I don't look for them, I just see them. I collect them. My eye is trained since I use to actively look for them when I was a kid.
Running back home with the clovers in my bra, dripping sweat all over the bike pass, I thought about the Mary and Michelle who are racing for Kona slots this weekend, and about my little sprint tri this weekend. I thought about all the hard work and passion and time that gets put into the triathlon, and the uncertainty of each outcome, the many many things that can come up, the drive and fluidity necessary to end up having a good race (regardless of outcome). Man, I love this sport!
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