Matilda. Running Angel.

89°, feels like 98°! Last mile on the 10 mile (flat) course, a course that did not offer much shade at all. I was walking, struggling. Hard. About to run out of water. How far to the finish? About a half mile?

I saw this girl take off and start running 1f3c3-2640while we were waiting for the gun to go off. She had a bib which means she’s in the race. I saw her come back when I was about half a mile on the course. I guess she did a 5K? There were 5K, 10K, and 10 mile options at the race. Later, about a mile to the finish, I saw her running the opposite direction! Guess she’s running another 5k?

Oh, the struggle to finish! A lil over a half mile (ish) to go. Someone taps me on my shoulder, screaming, “come on man, you got his”, as she was passing me. It was that 5k girl.

I got his? I am not so sure young lady! 15c16cf39f5ab5b857081a285b1c2ecd--innovation-emojis

She doesn’t quit, “come on pick it up, run with me”.

<gulp> Oh! I guess I should.

And I did. download (1)

“Extend your strides, run faster”, she goes.

Ohhh kayy…. Guess I could give it a shot……

Whoa! I am doing it!

“Its about a quarter mile to the finish, let’s sprint”.

With my tired old legs in my severely dehydrated body?

“Come on! You can do this. We got this. See that girl wearing fuchsia? Let’s pass her”.

Looks like that girl is about to hit the finish line but what the hell, let’s try. I pushed hard, with her. Sure enough, we passed her, and that was a fucking strong finish!

We hi-fi.  We hug. We take pictures together. We follow each other on Instagram.

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She’s Matilda. The angel appeared out of nowhere and help me redeem an otherwise sad race, that I was getting ready to file under “pathetic”.

What happened above, happened at Freedom 10 Miler race, at C&O Canal Tow Path, Georgetown. Another excellent race from Bishop’s Events in Washington. It was the hottest race I’ve ever done. 80° fire.pngat the start and 90°fire at the finish. With humidity, it was ‘feels like’ 98°collision.png. Although the course was flat, it meant nothing, there were hardly any shade throughout the course. But…. it’s been broughten.img_5898

This got me thinking. How were I able to find it in me to push that hard when I thought i was done completely and that there was nothing left in me! Moments like that happen a lot, during my races. I always think about Rich Roll’s conversations with many of his guests “when you feel like you are completely empty during a race and that you have nothing left to go on, you are using only about 60% of your capability. There’s more in you to perform”. Easier said than done, usually. You have to find a way to dig deeper. That’s exactly what I did it at this race. With some serious help, that is.

The mission (if I choose to accept) is to find Matilda every race, every time, at the moments of real struggle. I am on it. I will share how I do that, when I figure it out.

I must. So I will.

I like races in Georgetown because I can take DC Circulator to the race and back. I went straight to Vida and did yoga with my fav teacher, Mario. That was the best thing I could offer my battered and bruised body at the time.

Earlier in the day this is what my bathroom scale told me. I was all set to break another PR but fucking weather had shitty plans for me.

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I was chatting with Shan later and learned STUDMFFN8+ (that’s the name of my phone) knows me too well. See the word suggestion! download (1)
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As usual, I had to go workout with Katie and brag about my race the next morning. It was just the two of us, just like I like. No, there is no dry spot on my outfit. It was 80° + at 6 am!

img_5922Wait…. Do I look tired? Wut? 15c16cf39f5ab5b857081a285b1c2ecd--innovation-emojis

See the comment from my friend on my picture!

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And last not the least. At the finish.

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