Just Breathe...

I’m still worried about my lungs being able to carry me through. I have all the faith in my muscles, however, pacing during my “race pace” jogs along the beach I find it hard to catch my breath. 

Reminds me of a quote by Henry Ellis, “All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.” 

In the past few weeks I’ve been trying to focus on inclines and making sure I build a base, my biggest fear is that I will burn out mid-race. I decided the best way to really put this to a real test would be to do the Grouse Grind. I decided to make this a bonding experience and took my baby sister with me, a Victoria native and first time climber. I compared the climb to Croagh Patrick in Mayo Ireland, a mountain that we had climbed together the previous summer and she was confident this would be a “cake walk.” We started the trail in our new Columbia Sportswear! I was focusing on breathing into my belly like my triathlon trainer had always taught me.

When we reached the first quarter marker, my sister turned to me with a look like I wouldn’t make it home from this little adventure I dragged her on. I reminded her to breathe and to take smaller steps weaving from one side of the path to the other. It may be a jedi-mind-trick but it is the only way I climb the grind with speed and without pain or stopping. Around the time we reached the halfway marker it would be just our luck (or lack of) that the weather shifted a little colder. Then it began to rain. The hail came soon after, pelting us in the face with each step closer to the summit. 

Thanks again for reading about my journey to Seek the Peak.

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— Jodi (Find me, @jodiecks on Twitter)