Our Team CrossFit Academy Grand Opening was on October 6, 2012. About a week later I called up my friend Amy and invited her on a "fun run". I needed to decompress after the stress of the move and just wanted to run trails, she was right there with me since she has an incredibly stressful job every day. We went up Clamshell and it hooked us both immediately. We decided to start running 2-3 a week, primarily for mental health.
On October 18th, we ran a 5k race at the Rosebowl. My time was 31:10. Super slow. The program called for using our opening 5k times to set the paces for targets during the week. Tuesday was speed work at Foothills Middle School, Thursdays were short/mid tempo out on the streets, and Saturdays were long tempo generally on trail. We also ran the AB course every 3-4 weeks to monitor our progress.
On January 3rd, I let go. I just let go. I no longer cared if I made the team or not. I made peace with not making the team. What I did NOT do was stop training. I kept doing exactly what I was supposed to go, I just stopped judging the results and beating myself up.
A couple of days later, Hope commented while running me with that my symptoms were synonymous with lack of fuel. (Super strong first mile, more than sufficient lung capacity, but complete leg weakness that would not improve much even with walking) She recommended an energy gel or drink before training to see if it would help. (Those are products I abandoned when I went paleo and started o-lifting, but used to use regularly when I ran in the past). I tried a Hammer Gel the next session, and holy smoke, it was like I was on crack. I ran all the way to the bridge without walking once and wasn't even completely depleted. Adding fuel gave me a new optimism and in my quiet heart I set myself the goal of PR'ing with a target of 34:10. I told myself that if I could even qualify for the 2012 race time I would be very satisfied and motivated to continue knowing I would eventually make the grade.
That was it and the next thing I new it was race day. That morning I ate a gel on the drive to the course, ate a second one while warming up, and when the race started, did my best to block out everything except the sound of Kendall's voice in front of me and Perla's next to me. At no time did I panic, mentally quit or even allow myself to think about the finish line. I just ran as fast as I could and did my best to stay on his heels. I did notice that I wasn't far behind the rest of the girls which was unusual but not necessarily relevant. Then we cleared the trail and I could hear Eric screaming at the top of his lungs with an urgency that cut through my exhaustion making me push even harder. When we crossed the line and Summer called out 33:05 I was astounded. I was sure I'd hit the 34:00 range somewhere, but wouldn't have guessed my actual time to save me life.
Miracles do happen and they are the direct result of my hard work, willingness to ask for help, and the love and kindness of my friends and coaches. I would not be on the Arrogant Bastards without Eric, Kendall, Perla and Hope's assistance. It truly takes a village to raise this child.