This year, I crossed something off my bucket list: Competing in my first triathlon. I decided last year that it was something I wanted to do at some point in my life. I honestly didn’t expect to complete it so soon, but when Rich signed up in late spring for the Commonwealth Triathlon put on by our company, I knew I couldn’t pass up the opportunity and followed suit.
The view from beautiful Scraggy Neck, the site of the Commonwealth Triathlon
The event was held down in beautiful Cataumet, Cape Cod, Massachusetts. The forecast called for a perfect day, mostly sunny with a high of 76. It would be perfect as we started the day with temperatures in the low to mid 60s with a little bit of cloud cover.
Early in September, Rich and I ran the Jamie Cochrane Memorial Road Race. This event is held annually every summer in Quincy and is usually a pretty large event, which is no surprise since it’s held in memory of one of Quincy Police Department’s finest, Officer Jamie Cochrane. Officer Cochrane was an eight-year Quincy Police veteran when he was taken too soon while riding his motorcycle. The race is held in Jamie’s memory and all proceeds go to various charities.
MBTA Transit Police rookies showing their respect, running in formation.
The morning of the event was perfect, by my standards: slightly overcast with a high of 70 degrees for the day. That meant it would be in the low to high 60s during our run. Ahh yes, finally a race where I could potentially not be sweating my face off or drenched to the bone with rain! It was a shame that I hadn’t run in a week and was still getting over a cough that had been lingering for weeks. That meant my fellow runners would have to deal with lots of hacking and wheezing (more than usual) along the way. Hope they didn’t mind. Continue reading
Note To Self: Try to write a race review sooner than 1.5 months after a race happened. To make a long story short for why my Color Run review is so late: I didn’t have as much fun as I had anticipated (at no fault of the event organizers), and when you don’t have much fun during an event, you really don’t feel like writing a review for it…
For months, I’d been looking forward to running the self-proclaimed Happiest 5K on the Planet. The morning of the Color Run finally came, and I was pumped. Since the race was an hour away, we had to be up and out the door much earlier than we were used to since we have a tendency to run races that are no more than 15-20 miles from our house. (Read: We are lazy and like our sleep.) The race was scheduled to start at 10am, so I was awake at 6:45 to make sure I had enough time to eat and let it go down before the race. We wanted to be in Amesbury no later than 9 am in order to beat the crowd and get a good parking spot.