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Sandpoint's Scenic Half

Jayne Anderson turned to me as Bryan Rowe drove us all to Sandpoint. “You know what? Forty weeks from today, we’ll be racing Ironman Coeur d’Alene.” I sighed. Forty weeks. That’s it. Just over nine months to go and I’ll be bracing myself to conquer the biggest race of my life. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the day of the fortieth week out, than with two great people heading up to one great town for one of the best half marathons this area has to offer. They don’t call it Sandpoint Scenic Half for nothing. A close second to Coeur d’Alene, it has to be one of my favorite towns to visit, even if most (if not all) of the times I’m in Sandpoint are because of a race or event I’ve entered. Attempting to will my legs to run again after suffering through a humbling run in Vegas, and encouraging my body to recognize what normal temperatures feel like, my recovery week after Worlds has finally ended. My 6 weeks of marathon training have quickly begun. Last y

Embracing the suck: Ironman 70.3 World Championships

“The more you suffer for something, the more you value it, so embrace the moment.” –Chris McCormack, Triathlete Magazine Acclimating to the heat in the shade at the Ravella.  My season of 70.3s has been one of variable extremes. I nearly froze in Boise, the race at which I qualified to race the world championships. Lake Stevens wasn’t nearly as cold, but the rain during the bike leg on a hilly course made road conditions extremely treacherous. I guess it seemed only fitting to end this season with a final 70.3—the world championships, no less—in the incinerator they call Lake Henderson, Nevada. For the last two weeks leading up to Sunday’s race I’d been studying the weather via my iPhone app. It didn’t take very long for me to realize that even at 6 o’clock in the morning, I’d be sweating in 90 degrees. A quick picture with relatives of Sam and Tanya Piccici, Bryan and Jayne (taking the picture), Russ and Lora, and me.  I arrived Thursday afternoon, and upon steppi