Tuesday, March 4, 2008
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four years and three marathons ago...
I needed a sherpa just to make it around the block. Suddenly, racing an Ironman (soon) doesn't seem like such a pipe dream. Follow my journey to 2.4 miles swimming + 112 miles cycling + 26.2 miles running, and the 140.6 reasons I find to overindulge in sugary treats.
About Me
- GP
- This blog is brought to you by the letter G. She lives in NEOhio and writes about finding her first house here and training for the Ironman in 2015.
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March
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- Downside of a Nice Day
- Your Arms, My Arms and a Run Around the Neighborhood
- LOVE/hate... the New Balance
- Running to Lunch with Landon
- Oh. Yeah.
- A New Challenge, A New Race Schedule
- Running: Lift Us Up Where We Belong
- Three-Minute Swim Break
- Pop Quiz; Plus: Running With Others
- I’m Sorry Mr. Clarke
- Gloomy Day USA
- Kicking Off With a PR
- 42:57.30
- And so it begins...
- Lost in the Heights
- Morning-After Yoga
- Eating on Credit
- And Then I Said, ‘We Used to Have Sidewalks…'
- The Sweet, Sweet Truth
- My Right to Vote...
- And don't forget to...
- Don't Forget the Short Run
- Link Back to this Post When I Forget How Much I Lo...
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1 comments:
g. after i voted, I ran into 3 young people at a coffee shop. They asked me if i voted. I said yes. I think they wanted me to tell them who and why. But I have to say, I never had one young person ask me that over the years, much less 3. I think the Barack-Hillary tussle has brought out many more to the process, which is a very good thing
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