A Climb, some Wind and a Run

I had high expectations for milage this weekend. The weather was on point Saturday, but Sunday was a different story. The plan was to do a climb on Saturday, Lookout Moutain. Then a long ride on Sunday. I wanted to try a new route, so we were going to explore south of Parker on the Cherry Creek trail.

Saturdays ride was great. We got an early start. It was a little cool at first, but it was supposed to touch 80° and it warmed up quickly. It took us about an hour to get to Lookout Moutain, then forty minutes to climb. We set a goal to make it in under 30 minutes by the end of the summer. It will be a challenge, but one I think that we are up for. We were on a little bit of a time crunch so we decided not to take a break at the top. By the time we got down, we felt as though we could have done another climb. I think we have some Lookout Moutain hill repeats in our future.

Sunday was a different story. The long ride planed didn’t happen. It was significantly cooler Sunday. I grabbed my light cycling jacket, but the zipper is busted. I gave up and figured I’d just ride without it. It was cold, and the wind was harsh. I was really uncomfortable. Thirty minutes into the ride I realized this was not going to be a long one. The wind was consistent, cold and relentless. I hate the wind with a passion. I forced through it to get some miles in. I thought I might be lucky on my way home and get a tail wind. No such luck.

Since my miles were so low, I thought that I would try to get a run in as well. I needed to get some practice running off the bike anyway. The weather was actually nice for a run. I only ran four miles, but it was enough. It was a little painful, not something I couldn’t handle, but I’m quickly realizing how hard triathlon is going to be. And that’s without any swimming! But it’s a challenge, one that I really want to take on.


Growing up in Colorado you can't help but love the outdoors. Something magical happens with 300 days of sunshine and the Rocky Mountains in your back yard. My athletic endeavors started on the bike, I would get out and ride whenever I could. In 2011 I moved to Oxford, England for work. I missed the sunshine and mountains, but discovered my passion for running. When I moved back to Colorado I started combining cycling and running, so it was only natural that I started competing in triathlons. I took second place at my first sprint, and caught the bug. Today I'm training for my fourth Ironman.

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