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The transition from spring to summer happened in Atlanta just as I was leaving. It was a humid, nasty 91 degrees the day my friend Dana dropped me off at the airport.
When I landed in Denver it was rainy and 67 degrees – it was actually a welcome respite from the sweat-fest I had just left.

My good friend, Regina (in the picture), picked me up at the airport – all 30 bags and a huge bike box of me. I don’t know how the two of us managed to get all those...

Stupid is as stupid does….

Patrick Dowd (owner of All3Sports) once observed and stated, years ago, “Carole is like Jan Ullrich – she races herself into shape”. I thought it was an astute observation on his part, and an accurate one.

Each year my season has been depicted by this consistency: as the months go by and as I race more and more, my relative fitness increases. Substantially. The last races of my season are always the strongest. Not too hard to comprehend but I’ve often marveled at athletes who race strongly all year. This has never been me.

True to form, I decided to jump into the Macon half (on May 31) right before I left for Boulder. I knew I hadn’t been training, I knew I wouldn’t have too much of a respectable day… but I felt I needed to rip the proverbial band-aid off to start making something happen with my training, my fitness, my body… etc. I also wanted to support my friend, Jim Rainey, who’s been the RD for this event for...