~ Trey Anastasio
This past weekend I flew down to Virginia Beach to run the Yuengling Shamrock Half Marathon with my Oiselle teammates. I was excited about the race. But I was way more excited to meet the 40+ women from my team that were coming in from all over the country; women that I have connected with through social media, for months, and in some cases, years but have never met in person. I had also hoped to meet up with the Loopsters, another group of runners that I have connected with over the past few months via Runner's World (sadly, I couldn't make this one happen for reasons you'll see below). In order to get down to VA, I had to fly through Atlanta, which makes absolutely no sense, but was my only option with my Delta frequent flyer miles. I arrived in GA sporting my Oiselle (okay, fine, every day) uniform of a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. Within minutes, I was pegged by a teammate who was headed down to race the 8K, which was being held on Saturday. Unlike myself, Asher was put together in a totally chic outfit, perfectly coiffed, and looking nothing like the scrubby runner that I did. Her husband, Dallas, who I met a few minutes later, looked just as dapper in his wing tips and button down shirt. I wanted to be annoyed with them for making me look and feel like the 39 year old mom that I am, but they were just too damn nice.
|Asher & Dallas...cool, funny AND crazy fast runners.|
|Asher Henry, Heidi Greenwood & Aubrey Moskal|
|The Oiselle Birds|
|Finish shot with tractor and man in green.|
|KMET, aka Daisy Duke|
|The car she thought she was driving.|
After a pretty quick turn around, Nicole and I headed to the airport. Huge shout out to her for giving me a ride on her way home. In return, I gave her a sweet pair of Oiselle arm warmers as a token of my appreciation, which I shamelessly mooched off of KMet in order to bribe Nicole for the ride. Thanks, Kristin. At the airport I hung out with Dallas and Asher again as we were headed back to Atlanta on the same flight. At this point, my disappoint in regards to my race performance started to seep in. I know I am capable of so much more and I have been working so freakin' hard over the past few months, but my results did not reflect any of this. Dallas suggested I look at it as a “test-tempo” run, a tune-up for Boston and to be satisfied both in knowing that I had the ability to turn it up and finish strong and that I'll be hungry for more when the time comes. He also offered me a detailed half marathon race plan based on my ability, which I thanked him for while also yelling at him for not giving it to me BEFORE the race. Come ON, Dallas!
|Post-half, Oiselle birds looking fresh on the beach|
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