Wildflower. I will admit that I missed seeing the flowers out there on the course, but I know they were out there, and the race truly is/was wild in epic proportions. So for me, I guess that really sums it up. The race was wild and brutal but the flowers and beauty were always there even if I couldn't see them in every moment. They were there. They're always there.
It was a tough day for me out there and it's safe to say that I'm not happy with my performance, but it was what it was. There were many moments where I questioned whether I would finish the race, but I'm super glad that I did on many levels.
Wildflower was to have been my first race back last year which didn't happen due to tendinitis after having already spent the last year and a half rehabilitating a broken body. So last year at this time was incredibly frustrating to me, and to have done it this year was more of an act of symbolism than anything. I've now finished Wildflower and I can check it off of list of things to do before I leave this earth. And as much as 10th wasn't the result I was looking for, in the grand scheme of things, I very nearly left this earth already, so racing it was already a bonus. Accepting. Moving forward.
Wildflower was also a re-introduction to racing again after not having done so since IMC 2012 in August. I haven't made this public until now but since shortly after IMC I've been dealing with a solid bout of plantar fasciitis which has kept me from being well prepared for the run, not to mention on a beastly hard course! (Yes, I walked parts of it...) Now is the first time that I've been healthy enough again to race, so really this was an effort geared towards boosting the fitness moving forward thorughout the season...and what better place to boost the fitness than Wildflower?
A non-wetsuit swim took me by surprise as well. No excuses, but that, for me, is what it is. There has been no lack of work on the swim for me. None at all. Yet for some reason (especially in race situations) it continues to remain elusive to me. I will never be first out of the water, that much is abundantly clear. But I refuse to believe that I can't come out mid pack, and so I continue on towards achieving that goal. It's part of what drives me forward. Because I simply don't believe in can't. Period.
And the ultimate plan/goal for the season? To finish strong. And really that's it. It doesn't matter where you start. Only where you finish. And even more importantly, what you learn along the way:)
I'd like to dedicate this blog to Melissa Pratt (may she rest in peace) and her family. Thinking of you all as you move forward from this great challenge.