SeaWheeze 2015

The day after the race I got an email asking me if I wanted to run again next year. Registration was marked for less than a month away. I instantly began an obsessive (mostly internal) debate. Part of me really wanted to run it again, but the other part of me that thought I was going to die for the last two miles of the race and for hours after it was finished thought otherwise.

I was still on the fence until my mom started talking about how great it would be to go back to Vancouver, and that maybe she would run it too. This was huge. My mom has an opposite of a bucket list (it rhymes with bucket and starts with an ‘f”). It’s full of things she would never, ever do like skydive, join the Polar Bear Club, or run a half.

She decided to leave it up to fate. If we both made it into the race she would run.

I decided we were making it happen. At 10:03 this morning I got us into SeaWheeze.

Sorry, mom. Looks like you are going to have to cross this one off your list.