How can you not like baby geese?
After spending most of last week with my head buried in books, notes, and scientific journal publications, I decided I needed to unwind a bit this morning. Last night as I was browsing through the local running club's page, I noticed that there was a 10k up at Black Moshannon today. Naturally, I decided it was also a perfect day to dust of the kayak. Funny, it was the same weekend last year that I dusted it off.
I've found that I've been having some fun again playing around in local 5 and 10k races. Last weekend I ran a brutal 5k around the base of Mt. Nittany and finished in 6th place. Even though my ideal race is anything 50 miles and longer, and I still feel that variety is, as they say, the spice of life. I like to keep things interesting, and to always "mix it up". Plus I figure a little speed work is always a good idea. So naturally,
I thought, why not make the morning into my own little triathlon.....
This morning, I headed up to Black Moshannon Park, with the ol' boat on top. I arrived 2 hours before the race, registered, and then promptly went out on a 10.5 mile trail run around the lake on the Moss-Hanne Trail. It was a delightfully muddy disaster. Lots of fun, lots of croaking frogs, lots of spider-webs, lots of laughing. (So marked event 1 of my so-called triathlon).
Arriving back at my car at 9:45, I had 15 minutes to get ready for the start of the 10k race. I pinned on my bib, swigged a liter of water, and jogged over to the start just as the announcer was giving last minute instructions. The race was mostly flat with some rolling hills and I ran fast...but not too fast. I made sure it hurt a little, but not so much that I wasn't able to keep a smile on. Of course running almost 11 miles before the race probably slowed me down a tad. I finished in 11th place, but first in my age group....*gulp*....35-39. Still not used to saying that. I was surprised at how much energy I had at the end. I ended up sprinting past 5 runners in the last few tenths. (and so marked event 2 of my so-called triathlon).
After a nice cool off, I decided it was time to take out the kayak. I hoisted her into the water and spent about an hour paddling around all the nooks and crannies of the "lake". I don't know what it is about kayaking on open water, but no matter how crappy I feel, or how stressed out I am, it always brings me a wonderful sense of calm. Well...at least until the thunder clouds start to roll in. I had such a relaxing tour out in the boat and when I finally did pull myself back up on land, I turned around and saw a family of geese. What a great way to end the morning. Now...it's raining buckets outside and I'm about to go bury my head back in the books, but for now, I am grateful to have had such a fun, energetic, and yet somehow calming morning.
My own little triathlon.