Focus

I've got a new one.

End of swimbikerun, for now.

And welcome. Just run.

Wow. This has been pretty easy. My hours per week are more than cut in half and I don't feel like I am slacking.

I forgot how easy it is to fit in just RUNNING (especially with new, superfun Garmin 305. I LOVE this thing.) I am training for the Silver Comet Half Mary on Halloween. And a fun 5k this weekend.

Well, as much fun as a 5k can be. Which is really no fun at all. I guess the fun part is that you are done before breakfast, before (if you're lucky) you want to puke, before the rest of the family wakes up, and hopefully before you realize just how much this gd thing hurts.

Bang. Huff. Puff. Curse. Dry heave. And....done.

Speaking of focus...before triathlon I was 100% focused on soccer. For my whole life. I was a soccer player. I loved it. My big brothers both played and all I ever wanted to do was be like them. So, as soon as I could play, I was out on that field....being rough, getting yellow cards, sliding in mud, getting banged up, and generally loving life on the field. It just seemed to fit.

I was lucky enough to get to play in college. At Wake Forest. In the ACC. That (and going anywhere out of the tri-state area) was my goal. I loved every second of it. I loved Wake. Loved my teammates. Still do.

I had my first alumni game (in 9 years) this past weekend. I can't really even express how much fun it was to play with those girls again. Here we are 33 and 34 years old and the most surprising thing....WE CAN STILL PLAY. We were, and still are, unapologetically competitive. I think that is just awesome. "Team MOM" (our name) held our own against the 22 and 23 year olds who are playing in the WUSA. Yeah, we got tired and sure our touch was not what it once was, but still...we HELD OUR OWN. I am so proud of us. I can't wait to do it again next year.

Our team.