10 Miles and A Silver Medal

Anyone who knows us knows that we are always busy. Whether is running, work, studying for med school (Emma), sleeping in on weekends (America), or hanging out with our crazy family (both of us), our weekends tend to fill up quickly which can make scheduling our long runs a challenge.


Such is the case with our 10 mile run. We had agreed to participate in an charity event for former Reno Tahoe Odyssey teammate which meant we had to get in our long run EARLY. It’s hard enough to have the motivation to run 10 miles, let alone to have motivation to do it early.

Our clothes were laid out and the alarms were set. We had a 6am start time

America: I totally dropped the ball on this one. I intended to wake up at 4:30 am. That would give me enough time to eat and stretch and make it down to our agreed meeting place.
Instead I woke up in an absolute panic at 5:41am when Emma called me. I live 30 minutes outside of time. I was going to be late.

We finally made it to our start point. 40 minutes late and ever mindful that we had only a certain amount of time to get the miles in. Running 10 miles can be difficult under the best of circumstances, but running it under a time crunch can be TOUGH.

And it was. It was slow and painful and it was hot and I was stressed out and disappointed for waking up late. I was also thirsty. Very thirsty. I hadn’t ran more than 6 miles in two months and this was a challenge and I forgot that I love to drink tons of water on runs longer than seven miles.


Emma: This is when having training partners can be difficult. Having people who depend on you get to up and meet on time is incredibly motivating. It forces you to push the voices in your head that say “just go back to bed. You don’t need to run”
to the background. The louder voice of “you better get up, you have people depending on you” to push itself forward.

But what happens when you are the partner that is waiting for at the meetup spot for everyone else?

Either get mad or adjust.

This day I choose to adjust.

America was supposed to come pick me up because my fiancee took my car to work. When she finally called me that she wasn’t going to be remotely on time, I decided to call an Uber
to to my mom’s house so I could borrow a car.

The gentleman who picked me up was surprised I was dressed for a run rather than for a walk of shame. He was asked where I was headed and before I could answer he immediately starts explaining that he used to run when he was younger. He then explains that he once was running in a field near his house and he kept running until he legs couldn’t carry him anymore. Despite this being tired he was overcome by sheer joy.

“Was this a runner’s high do you think?”

“I think it’s totally a runner’s high. One of the most amazing feelings that a person can feel. Its one of the many reasons I run. Do you think you will ever run again?”

He just laughed at me and pointed to his large belly and “I doubt it but you never know.”

I got out and ran into the house to grab the keys to start my 10 mile run. Rough start but we were able to get the 10 miles in.


We grabbed a breakfast burrito and headed to the marina where the race was. We missed our first heat in the race. We stretched, chatted with our awesome team, grabbed some iced coffee, and almost missed our second heat.

If you have never raced dragon boats before, you should. Your team consists of 20 rowers and a drummer. Our race distance was 400 meters. It was difficult to get 20 people who have never practiced to row in time with a drummer, but we managed a win during our second race. We even managed to win a silver medal during our last race.



All in all, it was a good day.