Blown Away

Never has a title fit one of my posts on so many different levels of meaning. My English professors should be proud.

It’s been a windy week of running! My Monday and Saturday runs in particular were a bit on the tough side due to solid 20 mph winds out of the west on both days. I actually completely changed my normal running pattern on Monday to deal with the wind. Generally I head east and return west, but I really wanted the wind at my back on my second mile on Monday, so I started off west and returned east. Somehow that first mile into the wind still turned out to be the fastest first mile I’ve run thus far in training. That definitely was not the case on Saturday, though, where my mile into the wind was slower than molasses.

My last women’s body conditioning class was last Tuesday. I have mixed feelings about the class ending. On the one hand, it was great to have a scheduled hard workout twice a week, but I do very much like having an extra two and a half hours or so every Tuesday and Thursday now. On Tuesday we did post-testing to compare with our pre-testing from the first day of class, and I was really excited to see that I improved in nearly every area (the vertical jump got me…can’t get past 18.5″. Alas.) I was particularly thrilled about my cross-fit time, which dropped from 16:10 to 11:50. I did six sets of 15 and one set of 10 this time instead of ten sets of 10, which definitely made a huge difference. I probably could have done five sets of 20, but I’m not sure if I would’ve been able to handle the push-ups and pull-ups at the end, which is why I played it safe. I definitely think my overall level of fitness and strength improved in that class. Now the challenge will be to keep it up without as much motivation!

Last night a pretty significant chapter of my life came to an end. My college’s basketball team unexpectedly lost in the tournament, ending their season.


While I am certainly not on the basketball team, I’ve been a loyal fan since freshman year and am proud to say that I did not miss one home game senior year. I can’t really put the importance of basketball to me into words. Believe me, I’ve tried, but it’s something I can’t explain. I’ve been going to games since I was in an infant car seat. Basketball defines November to March for me. I’ve spent eight consecutive winters in the student section at games, first at my high school and then at college. Last night was the last time I’ll ever be in a student section, and the weight of that reality hit me hard. I’ve been through a lot of endings this year, but last night, without question, was the hardest one yet. I’ve been trying to shift my mindset on endings lately, viewing them as entrances into something new rather than exits from something I loved, but I’ve got to be honest: I’m having a hard time dealing with whatever I’m entering into with this one. This was something I was not at all ready to leave behind, especially not last night. Endings are a lot harder when you’re not prepared for them.

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