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That One Time I Ran My First 10K

On June 2, I ran my first 10k. I can’t quite go on and on about how I’ve never run that far before, because, well, that’s just not true. I ran 7+ miles during my overnight run when I ran the SoCal Ragnar Relay in April.

Even so, finishing this race was a big deal for me and was one of the most fun running experiences I’ve ever had. Ragnar was amazing. Finishing my first ever 5k was amazing. Running the bridges in Portland with my running buddy is amazing. But there was something about the setting, the location, the distance (I can run 6 miles! Twice! I remember when just ONE was a big deal!), and the support of the running community at-large, my Ragnar sisters, and Chris being there in support as well — it was just an intersection of beauty, goals, travel, love, friends, and endorphins, and well, it was one of my favorite weekends ever.

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[L-R: Kathy (we know her from the 0-13.1 Training Group!), Drea, Nicole, Swapp, Fry, Me]

I don’t have it in me to get in to the details of the whole thing (besides, this was nearly 6 weeks ago and I have lots of other stuff to catch you up on!), but suffice it to say, there are a few key takeaways:

  1. We are all way more competent and able than we often give ourselves credit for. Seriously, we can accomplish amazing things with a little training and a lot of prioritizing.
  2. A supportive community goes a long way, and runners are amazing people.
  3. Supportive friends go even further, like all the way to Port Angeles, Washington.
  4. Honeybadgers are for life.

honeybadgersIf you’re interested in the other part of this weekend, the part where I ran around the near-entirety of the Olympic Peninsula, I posted some of those photos here, and there’s a Flickr set here.

 

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Wyoming? Why not!

“So what do you want to do tomorrow?”

As we drove back to Broomfield from Boulder, Steve and I started tossing around ideas as to how to spend the next day, my last in Colorado for the weekend.

Not familiar with all the Denver area had to offer, I suggested we dig around and find some sort of street festival or art fair or something that would lend itself to walking around outside.

We thought for a moment, then I added,

“Unless there’s anything else you want to do again before you move back to Minnesota, or anything you haven’t done yet, we should do that.”

“Well… there is something, but it’s kind of ridiculous.”

Pause.

He continued.

“I never realized how close Denver was to Wyoming, and I’ve never been up there.”

“So let’s go go Wyoming tomorrow.”

And we did.

We woke up early enough, grabbed bagels on the way out of town, and then hit I-25 north for an hour and a half into Cheyenne. I’d have liked to explore around there, but we’d read something about the Vedauwoo area in the Medicine Bow National Forest about 25 miles west of Cheyenne that boasted Really Awesome Granite Rock Formations, so that was our mission.

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greeted by a buffalo when we got to Wyoming

Sure enough, the Granite Rock formations were crazy awesome. Of course, my pictures don’t do it justice.

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We spent the next hour or so climbing the rocks, finding out with every ledge we cleared that there was even more ground we could cover and explore, so we kept going. Guess who didn’t plan on rock-climbing when she selected her shoes that morning?

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I got my flippy floppies.

This girl.

But, that didn’t stop me.  I made it to almost the top – about as high up as I could get with slippery sandals on, and then paused to look around.  I’d never been to Wyoming before and was astounded at how gorgeous the landscape was.

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Wyoming and I became fast friends.

That was essentially it – we were a little pressed for time on Sunday, so we played on the rocks for as long as we could before heading back to the Denver area.

Note: I like Wyoming and DEFINITELY need to get back there.

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