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If prize money were given out for best leg FinisherPix, I may have won some.

I want to thank everyone along the course – spectators and other athletes – for your support on the run course of last weekend’s Florida 70.3. Although I only finished in 7th place, your encouragement not only helped me finish the race, but it led me to experience something that will be very valuable as I continue to figure out this long distance racing thing. 

The Red Hook Crit. This was the craziest sporting event I've ever been to and probably the craziest I've ever participated in. The main event, the bike race, consisted of 22 lap criterium on a technical course around the docks in Red Hook, Brooklyn. It was pouring rain. It was dark. People were racing fixed gear bikes, with NO BRAKES.

Post-race selfie with Amy.Clermont ITU Sprint Race, 6th Place 

Pre-Race 

That feeling of crossing the finish line of a race feeling strong is something that has escaped me the last several races I've done. In the 6 races I competed in last year (although they were meant to be "for fun"), I buried myself completely before I even made it through the first quarter of the run.

I wish I had better news than a DNF (Did Not Finish) from my race in Panama. My goal for this race, when I signed up for it a few months ago, was to finish in the top 8. Then I started training. And then winter took hold. And then my training wasn't progressing as quickly as I planned. I knew I asn't ready to race in a hot half ironman. I knew that any coach would say no effing way are you going to race right now. But I went and did the race anyway!

It’s funny how sometimes you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

That’s how I feel about a lot of things we left behind in NYC when we moved down to Maryland last November. Although we were most recently living across the Hudson in the relatively quieter town of Hoboken, I, like a typical New Yorker, still begrudged the jam-packed subways, the tourist traps. I was happy to finally retrieve my personal space, to cross a street without the fear of being mowed down by a yellow cab. 

photo from triathlete.comYesterday was the final Rev3 race of the season in Venice, on Florida's Gulf Coast. I had been targeting this race all year, figuring that I'd finally be ready to race hard 9 months after Amy was born. I finished in 5th place, which was not the result I was hoping for, but one that I am happy with and kinda proud of.