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I can’t hang…

Posted Jul 30 2012 1:23am

Getting away with a great friend

…in the real world. So I discovered this weekend while on a short getaway with Mr. Zippy and some old friends. Before I get to that, however, let me tell you about the beginning of my weekend.

The forever line that greeted me at the IronGirl practice swim

I got to do the practice swim for IronGirl first thing Saturday morning. I arrived around 6:20 to a HUGE line of women waiting to get chipped before entering the water. The RD was sending people off by age group and before I knew it, they were calling my wave. Still unchipped at this point, I moved up in line, checked in, and hit the water.

How was it being back in open water? With the exception of the fact that the course goes directly east as the sun rises, pretty good. But sighting was really, really frustrating to me because the sun just plain old blinded me on the way out. The way back in was easy peasy with the sun at my back and I feel like I swam fairly well. Still, I’m hoping for big time cloud cover on Aug. 19.

After the swim, I drove back home, hopped on my bike and headed out for a brick of about 16 miles/3 miles. It was great to try out my race kit both in the water and out. I did learn that I need to tighten up the bottoms for the swim, or I’ll be losing my shorts!

When all was said and done, I packed a quick bag, dropped the kids with some friends, and headed off to Deep Creek Lake with Mr. Zippy to meet some old friends of ours. I’ve been friends with Cherie since childhood and with about four hours between us, we don’t see each other nearly enough. Having two days together was fantastic–a chance to catch up and maybe drink a few too many beers. Which is where the “I can’t hang” part comes in.

The other three in our little party can party. There was a time, way back in college, when I could too, but now? I’m a lightweight. It killed me to both try to hang with them on a beer consumption level, and stay up late. I am officially old. Or maybe just a tired runner trying to be a triathlete. Probably both.

But it was fun and Sunday morning, I got a chance to sweat it all out. We headed over to the nearby state park and I got in a trail run. It was beautiful, albeit very rocky–it made my wimpy descending skills seem all the wimpier. Gotta work on that if I’m ever going to do a 50k.

All in all, I had a fantastic weekend–now it’s time to catch up on sleep and get back to normal.

Do you find you can’t hang with your (non-athlete)  friends like you used to? Do you ever try? 

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