Saturday, April 10, 2010

Michaux Mashin'

First, some kudos. To Brett (O.D.) for designing the course, for cooking sausages, for whatever else he helped with and I'm sure it was bunches; to Donna, for helping Brett and sending me the e-mail on Thursday, "Are you doing the Mash?" which started a string of e-mails that ended up having me register at 3:00 on Thursday; to ZACH, master event promoter, great race putter-oner, and smart dude for waiting until now to run the race rather than in a foot of snow; to all the other helpers (I'm sorry, I don't know who you are except Jody -- thanks for helping), thank you all for helping out. Lastly, to all my prior-life race buddies -- Janice, Sally, Nancy, Mike, et. al. -- it was SO nice to see everyone again. Man, I had forgotten how really cool the mountain bike scene is and how awesome the folks are. Yes, its true - I can barely "race" anymore, but boy-oh-boy do I enjoy being part of the experience. Today, I was the lappee. No, that's not really a word, but being lapped by many folks certainly should be a word in the dictionary. But at this point in my life I just didn't care. In a prior life, I'd get offended at my horrific slow speed and go home and train harder to save the embarrassment. Now? I'm 50, menopausal, and I don't care. I'd say I'm in the 5% bracket (or maybe less) of women my age that do what I do and just cause I'm doing it, I'm happy! I don't care if I'm slow. I don't care if I'm lapped. And I don't care if I piss you off for me taking up space on the trails. I'm happy! It took me 3 1/2 hours to go 2 laps which totalled 18 miles. At that rate, it might take me more than 8 hours to finish the Rattling 50 Marathon (if I do it). My average HR was 135, my max was 174, and I burned 2,285 calories. It was awesome! Today was the perfect endurance training day. Zach - the Mash was Sahweet - thank you. He keeps the attendance limited to about 100 which makes it even nicer. There's something to be said for small events. (That's why we keep the BASH is small too). This was a far cry from what the Tough Mudder will be like with 5,000 people, but that's an entirely different kind of event. Ain't activity the best? Now how do I convince the other 95% of my age group that they CAN do what I do!

5 comments:

DailySAHM said...

Kudos to you for even being out there! Who cares if you got lapped... you had fun and that's all that matters.

The Wiser Weiser said...

AMEN. i'll second all that---except for the menopausal part although i'm sure that's not very far off!

SY said...

Hey there.
Nice to meet you face to face.
Thanks for the kind words and I'll 2nd (or 3rd) the lapped sentiments. Just being out there is a huge accomplishment few women of any age will know. Seriously. It makes absolutely no difference in the end who won or got lapped. We're out there living fully, enjoying amazing sport, and seizing the day. That is really all that matters.

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Chili said...

Ditto SY! I often wonder when I'll stop... hopefully not for quite some time. Maybe I won't always race, but I sure as heck ain't gonna stop moving. My dear old dad turns 80 this year and he swears up and down he's as fit as a fiddle at 80 due to being active every day of his entire life. He's a horse trainer/driver, and he still carries 50 pound water buckets, bales of hay, man handles horses, and tosses 75 pounds of grain bags around. He's living proof activity keeps your body young. he claims he'll never stop, and I don't think he's BS'ing us.