Notes From The Coast

The beach does funny things to the brain

Results, running and relativity.

I did the 10K. I ran most of it and walked a little too. Why you ask? Because there are more hills on that Godforsaken course race than any other I can remember. Hills with at least an 11% grade! As a result, my knees and shins seized up and have since refused to work properly and I have some unfamiliar pain in my heel. But, as my friend Sarah wisely pointed out, “Runners are the lifeblood of orthopedic surgeons.”

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So, there I was trudging up Rosecrans Avenue Saturday morning thinking about something, anything to block out the searing pain in my shins when I ended up thinking about all the love and support I received from people. I want to take a moment to highlight those who offered their version of pep talks this weekend.

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CAN DO SPIRIT

“Great job, CT! Being sore just means the training is paying off!” – Christy Anderson

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BEEN THERE DONE THAT SPIRIT

“Oh yeah. I ran that race once. I think I finished in 47 minutes.” – Robert Woodie

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DRILL SARGEANT SPIRIT

“Suck it up, Talick. It’s only a 10K.” – Ryan Brierley

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BLIND MOTHERLY LOVE SUPPORT

“You can do anything! You can do everything! I believe in you! Take Advil!” – Momma G

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NURTURING PARTNER WHO WANTED TO MAKE SURE I’D GO TO BEER GARDEN SPIRIT

“I’ll go to the store and get champagne. Put your feet up. Don’t move. I’m proud of you.”
– Mike “Stein” Ayotte
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And possibly my favorite, as I was laying on the couch massaging my calf muscles:

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SEVEN-YEAR-OLD GIRL, CUT-THROUGH-THE-SHIT SPIRIT

“You risked your life for nothing.” – Charlotte James Ayotte (accompanied by concerned and slightly pissed expression)

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I couldn’t help but laugh. The fact that Charlotte thought this was so epic that it was a mortality risk made me realize that Ryan Brierley was right. Its just a lousy 10k. Suck it up, Talick.

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Sure, I’m proud of myself. But I’m also proud of myself when my bra matches my underwear. It’s all relative.

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I finished the race at 1:11. Right next to an 84-year-old man wearing a headband. Rock on, you silver-haired stud.

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Okay, I’m off to buy an ace bandage.

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