The Road to Boston – Part 2

Hello Everyone!

I hope you’ve all had a restful and energizing weekend. It was my 24th birthday on Saturday and I had a wonderful day, spent with the people that mean the most to me. It was a great weekend 🙂

Today I want to pick up on Matt’s Road to Boston and share Part 2 with you all. Where we last left off, Matt had completed his very first marathon (bloody feet, new socks and all) and had set the aggressive goal to qualify for the Boston Marathon, essentially shaving 50 minutes off of his current time.

How’s that for a BHAG?

As the world tuned in to the Lance Armstrong/Oprah interview this past week, there is really no better time to tell the second part of this story. It was the summer of 2004 and Lance Armstrong was going after his record breaking 6th Tour de France win. He was seemingly “unbeatable”, the ultimate competitor and the face of victory. Matt was given Lance’s first book “Its not about the Bike” and was amazed by his incredible journey back to life, health and competition. As Matt tuned in to watch the Tour de France for the first time ever, he set the goal to complete the Toronto Scotia WaterFront Marathon for his very first Boston Qualifying attempt.

The Tour de France played a huge role in Matt’s training. In Lance Armstrong’s book “It’s Not About the Bike”, he speaks about his training philosophy. According to Lance, the very best time to go out and train hard is when the weather is terrible, when things aren’t convenient, when your competitors aren’t willing to go out. Champions are built on days when everyone else is at home with their feet up. Matt took this philosophy and ran with it, literally. Every rainy day he was out, soaking wet. Every blistering hot day, he was out pouring sweat. Twice that very summer, on 2 different training runs he had people pull over on the highway and ask if he wanted a ride home because the rain was so blinding and so thick. He said no and ran harder the rest of the way home.

Lance Armstrong was Matt’s hero. His incredible story of determination and competition made Matt a better person and runner, and for that, he will always be grateful. In light of the information that has come out over the past couple of weeks, it’s become evident that Lance has really taken a chunk out of a lot of people’s lives to preserve his own reputation. Matt and I are both of the opinion that he needs to make it right with all of these people, and then do his part to clean up the cycling industry. Doping doesn’t make Lance Armstrong evil. In the greater scheme of things, he was just another straw in the haystack when it comes to that. But the deception and the malicious intent of some of his actions is what he needs to work on setting right. At least in our humble opinion 🙂 🙂

Enough about Lance, time to get back to the Toronto Water front Marathon. Matt flew to Toronto alone and stayed with his uncle. He was feeling good, had trained hard and was ready to get his first attempt to qualify under way. The race started out terrific, and by the 10km he was on pace to qualify and feeling great. By 21.1km, he was still on pace and looking good. Just after the half way mark of the race, he saw his uncle who had come to watch his race. Seeing his uncle gave him energy, and he knew that he was still on pace to qualify. Things were going exactly according to plan.

Shortly after the half way mark, Matt fell victim to a demon that goes by the name of dehydration. There’s really no use in me describing suffering from dehydration to you unless you’ve felt it yourself. It was like he had been shot. He felt incredibly sick and disoriented and knew that something was going seriously wrong.

By the time he had made it to the 25km marker, there was a green area just off to the side of the course, where there was a tree and some tall grass. He was sick. And I mean…both ways that a person can be sick.

I have Matt’s approval to post all of this – don’t you worry 😉

As poor Matt was puking his guts out on the side of the road, some wise cracking runner ran by and yelled out “Let it all out buddy!!”. And that he did.

He started running again but he was very dehydrated, disoriented and confused. He didn’t know what was happening to his body, this was all brand new to him. It wasn’t long before, for the second marathon in a row he began to walk. With his head down in shame made it to 32km and then somewhere after that, the first aid staff strongly suggested he get in their car and he did. The pain of the dehydration was nothing compared to the pain of the DNF. Poor Matt was devastated, but being the type of person he is, he grit his teeth, picked himself up, and set the goal for the next qualifying attempt. Walking and quitting weren’t an option. Period.

Its been said that something is only a mistake if you do not learn from it. Dehydration was a new beast to learn about and he needed to find a way to conquer the demon. After playing water stops over and over in his head he realized he wasn’t very good at drinking from a cup while running. He went out and set up paper cups on his car trunk and ran loops and after every loop try and grab a cup and try a new to drink from it at speed. He learned a pinch technique that to this day he uses.

It had now been a full year since his first marathon back in Manitoba. He knew that his second attempt to qualify for the Boston Marathon would be in Manitoba 2005. He was prepared, trained better and had some fight in him. He even had a Mohawk.

He he he.

Would Matt’s second Boston qualifying attempt be the one? Or would dehydration get the best of him again? What other demons lay out on the 42.2km stretch of road that he had not yet even encountered?

You’ll have to tune in for The Road to Boston Part 3 to find out!! 🙂

Before you go – did you have a “hero” growing up? What are your thoughts on Lance Armstrong and the state of the cycling industry?

Have a terrific week everyone!!



Having Fun with Food

Hi Everyone!

It’s the most beautiful day where I am, cool and crisp with the sun shining. I hope it’s just as beautiful where you are today.

I’m scheduled to do a 5km run tonight before my BodyPump class, but the top of my foot is pretty sore this morning. I may have to modify the goal to at least get a “run” of some sort in before Pump, even if it’s just 15 minutes.

Today I wanted to chat a bit about nutrition, and share a really great recipe with you all!

Food has always been a total mystery to me. Without getting into too much detail, let’s just leave it at “I’ve had a strained relationship with food my entire life”. If we were a celebrity couple, I would be Taylor Swift, and food would be the rotating guy that she’s constantly dating and then getting pissed off with and writing songs about.

No dis-respect T-Swift; I still love ya.


Back when I first stumbled into working out and group fitness, I got serious about losing weight and cut a lot of crap out of my diet. I used to eat at fast food restaurants 3 times a week, sometimes even more. I bought chocolate bars out of vending machines, drank soda and ate straight out of the bag of chips. When I started working out and seeing some positive changes, it motivated me to cut out all of that stuff. And I mean ALL of that stuff.

I must have been one seriously possessed girl, because I quit completely cold turkey. From about Grade 11 until I went off to University, I had the willpower of a silent monk. I feared sugar and saturated fats like they were poison. I never slipped up. Ever.

Once I got to University, made friends and realized that people there weren’t cruel like they were in high school, I relaxed a lot, and started eating the way I still do today. Not great, but not terrible either.

Ok, ok, sometimes I’m terrible 😉

Over the last month or so, I’ve felt a big paradigm shift in the way I look at food.

Although I’m a terrible cook, I love to read food blogs online. I totally love how inspired and passionate the authors are about eating, and how much FUN they seem to have with it! Some of my favourites are here:

I’ve never really understood the whole “fun” part of eating, because to me it’s always been associated with some sort of guilt or fear or resentment. Over the last month or so, I’ve kind of made it my mission to get EXCITED about what I’m eating the same way that the girls in the blogs above do! When I started thinking like this, it became so much clearer that it’s a lot easier to get excited about food with beautiful, whole, rich colours and flavours and textures then the one-dimensional food I typically eat like wilted iceberg lettuce and frozen chicken.

I’ve been reading a lot of different food blogs for inspiration, googling recipes and making it my mission to get excited about each meal. I’ve been having a great time with it, and even better, I feel like a freakin’ rockstar in the gym!

A friend of mine once shared her strategy with me, and said that she tried her best to eat more wholesome and healthy foods during the week, and then she cut herself a little slack on the weekends and enjoyed some of her favourites; whatever they might be. I liked her approach a lot because it feels more “normal”, and it eliminates that whole guilt factor that comes with eating foods that we love but that don’t love us in return (pizza, chocolate….I’m lookin’ at you two).

I thought I would leave you all with a recipe that I made up last night for “Breakfast Grab ‘n Go’s”! They are super delicious, healthy and great for a quick breakfast or snack on the go! I got up to my elbows in sticky batter making them last night and the work that went into them made them taste even better when they were done!!

(Side Note: I take ZERO credit for this recipe; I got it from a friend who got it from CityLine. If you’re looking for an original recipe, you’re on the wrong blog!!!!!)

Breakfast Grab 'n Go

Dry ingredients:
11/2 cups (375 mL) oat bran

1 1/2 cups (375 mL) large flake oats

1 cup (250 mL) whole wheat flour

3/4 cup (175 mL) ground flaxseed

1/2 cup (125 mL) Scottish, Irish or steel-cut oats

2 tbsp (30 mL) wheat germ

2 tbsp (30 mL) cinnamon

1 tsp (5 mL) baking soda

1 cup (250 mL) dried cranberries or blueberries

1/4 cup (60 mL) at least 60% cocoa mass chocolate chips

1/2 cup (125 mL) walnuts, chopped coarsely

Wet ingredients:
2 Omega-3 eggs

1/4 cup (60 mL) canola oil – measure accurately

3/4 cup (175 mL) dark brown sugar, packed

One – 4.5 oz. (128 mL) jar baby food strained prunes

1 tbsp (15 mL) pure vanilla extract

1. Make sure the oven rack is in the middle of your oven.

2. Preheat oven to 375°F (190°C). Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper, two if you have them.

3. In a large bowl mix together the dry ingredients: oat bran, oat flakes, whole wheat flour, flaxseed, steel-cut oats, wheat germ, cinnamon, and baking soda using a rubber spatula or a large spoon.

4. Add dried cranberries or blueberries, chocolate chips, and walnuts and stir well.

5. In a medium bowl whisk together the wet ingredients: eggs, oil, brown sugar, baby food prunes and pure vanilla extract until well blended.

6. Add this to the dry ingredients and stir until it’s really well combined. The dough is sticky.

7. You want to make eighteen Grab and Goes, so eyeball an amount that’s bigger than a golf ball and smaller than a tennis ball. Scoop out the batter and then press down so they are 3/4 -inch (2 cm) thick and about 3.5-inches (9 cm) wide. If you have a 1/4 cup (60 mL) ice cream scoop that has a release button, this is a perfect time to get it out of your junk drawer.

8. The batter is sticky; either lightly press down with the back of a metal tablespoon or dampen hands and then lightly press down. I use my hands.

9. Bake for 13-15 minutes. Remove cookies from oven and let sit on the cookie sheet for 5 minutes to set. Gently remove to a cooling rack. Let cool completely and then store in an airtight container for up to 2 weeks, or freeze up to 3 months.

Makes 18

Each Grab-and-Go contains:

256 Calories, 10.4 g Total Fat, 1.7 g Sat Fat, 0 g Trans Fat, 81 mg Sodium, 37.8 g Carbs, 5 g Fibre, 1.3 g Soluble Fibre, 14.7 g Sugar, 7 g Protein.

Have a great day – and HAVE FUN with whatever you are eating!!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂

The Lone Wolf

I’ve never been much of a co-dependent or “group” type of person. When it comes to important stuff, I’ve always kind of preferred to do my own thing.

Indecision and inefficiency drive me absolutely crazy, and I sometimes find that when I’m with other people or in a group trying to get something done, I’m just way less efficient then I would be on my own.

Case in point: I very, very, very rarely studied with anyone else in University, group projects and group meetings drove me absolutely up the wall and around the corner, shopping for an important dress or for something specific that I really needed with someone else in tow rarely ever worked out… get the picture.

Don’t get me wrong; I like to think I’m a pretty social being when it comes time to relax and have fun, but there’s definitely a bit of “lone wolf” in me as well.

Lone Wolf

That lone wolf comes out big time when it comes to running. I am very, very uncomfortable running with other people.

If you asked me why, I would probably give you a couple of reasons related to people running at different paces, trying to fill the space by making small talk, the flexibility to start/end the run when you want to…and the list goes on. The real reason is probably something to do with the fact that I’m not at all confident in my running ability, and if I go out with somebody and feel like I need to stop or slow down or shorten my route or whatever else, then they’ll think “what a fat, pathetic, out of shape loser she is”.

In reality – I know (or seriously hope!) that nobody that I would be out running with would ever think that about me, so it’s a totally silly concern, but hey, what can you do.

On Friday night, I was scheduled to do my first “official” long run of Half Marathon training, which was 10km. I was looking forward to it all week, and felt raring to go on Friday. Around 3:30pm I got a text from Matt asking when I was planning to go out running, and I replied as soon as I was done work around 5:30. He then asked if he could come with me since he was looking for a recovery run himself.

As I look back at our texting back and forth, the conversation is too funny to not post it verbatim, so here you go, a typical conversation between Matt and I via text message at 3:30pm on a Friday afternoon:

Matt: I can go with you? I’m looking for an 8-10….

Sara: Well I’m doing 10….but slow….

Matt: I need a recovery run, your call though

Sara: Okay, but no talking

Matt: How about….talking but no iPod?

Sara: No. Absolutely not.

Matt: Haha, okay fine, I can be quiet.

Now that is true love right there.

Anyways, all said and done we did head out for our run together (after eating a couple of slices of pizza before hitting the road – what the heck is with me and pizza surrounding my long runs?!).

I love pizza

In case I haven’t been abundantly clear in previous posts, Matt is a special breed of human when it comes to running. I’m pretty sure he could have walked along beside me at the pace I was running, but bless his heart he never complained about my glacial pace.

We did a loop of 6km, stopped back at my house for a quick washroom break, and then jumped right back out to finish off the remaining 4km. I was totally amazed to find myself making comments about things along the road (you know, like the guy that was hiding behind the telephone pole and scared the bajesus out of me when I ran past him because I didn’t see him there) and actually chatting a bit as we ran!

Side note: I’d love to say that I’m making good progress in weaning myself off of my iPod in preparation for Around the Bay, but that would be a filthy lie. I think I’m leaning more towards the game plan of doing all of my training with my iPod and then just giving ‘er without it for the first time on race day and seeing if I crash and burn. Just to keep things interesting.

The last couple of kilometres kind of sucked because that nagging foot pain that I’ve had kind of off and on ever since the November Quarterly workshop really flared up and my foot was kind of numb and very sore for the last little bit. I would have certainly stopped if I was on my own and walked the rest of the way home, but I was glad to have Matt there to keep me going.

Overall, I really enjoyed having a running buddy! Who knew! Maybe there’s a bit of “pack runner” in me after all!

Pack of wolves

I wonder if I could trick Matt into doing some more of my longer runs with me! And on that topic, this week I’ve got a 5K run scheduled for Wednesday and a 12km run scheduled for Friday night! I’ve got a huge week coming up at the gym next week with it being new release week (stay tuned for a full rundown of release week and what it’s all about coming up later this week), and I really need to be taking extra good care of my body this week.

I guess I’ll also need to reintroduce my bum to a bike seat at some point. Sigh.

What does your week look like?? Do you have any big workouts planned out??

Have a great Monday afternoon!

“My” Half Marathon Training Plan

Hi Everyone!

Hope you are all settling back into your routines well now that the kids are back in school. I don’t have any kids of my own, but it never “officially” feels like the new year has started until everyone is back in school!

The gym has been a little bit busier than usual, but not NEARLY as busy as it usually is in the month of January! I hope that all of those Debbie Downer newscasters that keep encouraging people to “start small” with their resolutions and take a walk around the block instead of joining the gym haven’t scared people away….I’m all for realistic goals (he he), but sometimes you really just need to dive in head first and go for it!! If you’re on the fence, I couldn’t possibly say enough good things about the gym – I really encourage you to be brave and go for it!!!

So I am finally back into my full teaching schedule for the new year (and the new Group Exercise schedule period that runs from January – April!), but I have yet to get back into my “full” triathlon training schedule. I’ve been running regularly, but my bum hasn’t been anywhere near a bike seat since December 23rd, and I haven’t been in the pool since before I got really sick back in early December.

Sigh 😦

Truth be told – I’m so totally freaked out about going back in the pool because I had this sneaking suspicion that I got that awful flu from the pool!!! Every time I think about going in, my skin just crawls!!!


The way I’ve set up my training year, I’ve kind of front-loaded it with running. I have the Chilly Half Marathon coming up in early March, and then the Around the Bay 30K Road Race in late March….and that kind of takes me right into bike season. I’ve elected Matt’s brother Neil to be my “crisis alert” and tell me when the absolute “drop dead date” is for getting my butt onto a REAL bike and getting on the road.

He says March…but I’m sure that’s a “soft” March…I’m sure April would be fine…….:)

Anyways, I’ve been trying to get myself organized with my running, and actually follow some sort of a training plan (I know, crazy right? Who is this girl?), which is actually hard because I feel like running most days and I have to be really strict with myself to only run on my designated days so I don’t over-do it with the high impact stuff.

I was reading John Stanton’s “Running” book, and looking at the training plans that they recommend for Half Marathons and for full Marathons as well. I got myself all worked up into a tizzy because they insist that you need to follow a 5 day a week running plan, including hills, speed work, intervals, and long slow distance runs (or LSD, which I think is also some sort of crazy-ass halucinogen drug….on a side note). I started diligently doing up an Excel spreadsheet which had me running 5 days a week and doing hill workouts and speed workouts and LSD’s (he he), but then ran into a bit of a brick wall when I realized that my plan was totally and completely bat-shit crazy, and had me working out for 3+ hours just about every single day.

I know 3 hours may be peanuts for some people, but keeping in mind that my only goal for the Ironman is to not die, it’s too much for me. Sorry.

I found myself falling into the old trap again where I pitt my classes against my running, instead of trying to get them to work together.

My money is on the cat.
My money is on the cat.

So I stopped the madness, and went back to the drawing board, remembering the golden rule that is kind of the backbone of my entire triathlon training year: an hour in the studio is NOT an hour wasted. An hour in the studio is a step closer towards the end goal (you know, not dieing).

See, working together is a beautiful thing.


I figure I need to get two runs per week in, religiously, every single week, from now until the Chilly Half Marathon. One short run, and one long run. So my plan is to do just that, one 5km run every week, and one increasingly long run every weekend. I’ve been doing my 5K’s on Wednesday nights before my BodyPump class and the plan is to do my long runs on Friday night after work.

My first “long” run is going to be this Friday night, and I’m scheduled to do 10K. 12K the following Friday, and so on until I get to 18K in 4 weeks. Once I get to 18, the plan is to see how I’m feeling, maintain the 18, or reduce the mileage slightly leading up to the race, and give myself one week to kind of “cool it” or “taper” as the fancy running folk say!! 🙂

I know what you’re thinking.

THAT’S IT?! That’s the “big, fancy” training plan that took you two weeks to come up with??

And the answer is a big, resounding, YES! This is it! And it feels good, it feels sane, and maintainable, and I’m actually excited about it, not dreading it! I’ll keep you posted, but so far this has been working really well for me, so I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to keep it up all the way to the end of Around the May in late March.

So tell me – how is YOUR training going??? What does your training plan look like for your big events?? Are you a believer in cross-training, or are you all sport specific??? Talk to me Goose!

Have a great evening everyone 🙂

The Road to Boston Series Introduction – Part 1

Happy New Year Everyone!!

2013 is finally here, and it promises to be an absolutely huge, massive, challenging year. I am so excited to get started on some of the huge goals that I have set for this year.

I’m not a big believer in New Years resolutions. Year after year of teaching in the Group Exercise studio gives me a front row seat to the ebbs and flows of traffic to the gym, and although it makes me very sad, usually the gym is back to normal traffic by February. That being said, I am a HUGE believer in goal setting, and I think that January is an absolutely terrific time to think about setting larger mind-set “goals” for the upcoming year!

Some of my goals for this year include:

  1. Complete the Around the Bay 30K Road Race with a smile on my face
  2. Complete the Muskoka Half Ironman with a smile on my face
  3. Take control of my finances and create a personal budget
  4. Re-evaluate my eating and make smarter choices to fuel my body during training

On the topic of huge goals, life changing goals, today I want to kick off a brand new mini-series that I’ve been thinking about writing for a long time. This is a story about an elusive BHAG, one that took eight years to achieve. One that was set by a gutsy, plucky 18 year old with a ponytail that wasn’t scared of anything, even when maybe they should have been.

But this isn’t my story at all. It’s Matt’s.

The Road to Boston Mini-Series – Part 1

The Boston Marathon is the Everest of all marathons. It is the world’s oldest and most respected marathon, with the first running taking place in 1897. Entry to the race is protected by the iron barriers of time. Before you can even think about registering for Boston, you need to first run another marathon under the qualifying time for your gender and age category.

Here is the Qualifying Standards chart for the 2013 race (and in case you’re not familiar with marathon times and paces, I’ll make it simple: these are damn fast times!!!):

Boston Marathon Qualifying Standards (effective for 2013 race)
Age Men Women
18–34 3hrs 5min 3 hrs 35min
35–39 3hrs 10min 3 hrs 40min
40–44 3hrs 15min 3 hrs 45min
45–49 3hrs 25min 3 hrs 55min
50–54 3hrs 30min 4 hrs 0min
55–59 3hrs 40min 4 hrs 10min
60–64 3hrs 55min 4 hrs 25min
65–69 4hrs 10min 4 hrs 40min
70–74 4hrs 25min 4 hrs 55min
75–79 4hrs 40min 5 hrs 10min
80+ 4hrs 55min 5 hrs 25min

In my very first blog post, I first mentioned that my boyfriend Matt qualified for the 2013 Boston Marathon in June of 2012. Far from being a short-sighted goal, it took Matt 8 years of hard work and dedication to accomplish his goal. I wanted to take you back to the beginning of his road to the Boston Marathon as we all set out on missions to accomplish BHAGs of our own, with the hopes that maybe like me, you too will find some inspiration and drive to go after your own “Boston” over the coming year, or longer if that’s what it takes.

In 2004 Matt was in Grade 12, and one of his (very brave) high school teachers was taking a bus-load of high school kids to Winnipeg, Manitoba to run as relay teams in the Manitoba Marathon. The thought was that kids would run the marathon or the half marathon in teams of 4 or 5 and each do no more then 10K or so to complete the race as a team. Matt had other ideas, and my plucky boyfriend took the paper pamphlet and promptly checked the box saying he intended to do the full marathon all by himself at the age of 18 after never really running more than 10 consecutive kilometres.

This poor, unsuspecting high school teacher needed some chaperones, and so Matt’s dad volunteered to come along, and to do the half marathon race as well!

Poor Matt had absolutely no idea what he had signed up for. Over the next couple of months he did a couple of short training runs, and one 30km run on a Saturday morning “long run party” with all of the runners going to Manitoba. He started out his 30km training run fast and leading the way, but struggled at the end. It took him 3 hours but he completed the run and was en route to Manitoba with his dad on the bus, and the rest of his family in the family van behind them. He set the goal to complete his first marathon in under 4 hours, with only one “serious” training run under his belt.

For my first half marathon in 2010, I had Matt and his family to tell me what to do and what not to do. Silly little things like, pin on your race bib the night before, make sure you’re in the right starting corral so you don’t get bowled over by people when the race starts, make sure your drinking more then usual in the days leading up to the race, and so many more. This being the first distance event for Matt’s entire family, they didn’t have anyone to really give them any words of advice! Matt’s dad gave him a brand new pair of anti-blister socks as a present the night before the race, and the next morning, didn’t eager Matt decide that he was going to wear them for the race.

*Shudder* oh the horror.

The next morning when the gun went off, Matt was out of the gate like a shot, passing people left, right and centre. He was feeling terrific until about the 30km mark, the magic “wall” that marathon runners hit where (so I’ve heard) everything just starts to hurt. I’ve read stories where marathon runners insist that the webbing between their fingers was on fire. Don’t ask me what it is about the “wall” or what the mechanics are behind it, but ask any marathon runner and they’ll tell you all about it!

In any case, Matt struggled from the 30km mark onwards, and had to walk a little bit. He had never walked in a race before in his life, and found that it hurt his body even more to run after he had walked. (Side note: I totally find this too!!). He looked at his watch and figured at a certain point that he couldn’t walk anymore if he had any hope of making his four hour goal. As he got closer, he could hear the noises from the stadium drawing closer and closer.

There are fewer things more motivating for a runner then the sound of that stadium as you draw closer and closer to the finish line. No matter how tired or beat down you are, once you hear the first sounds of that crowd in the stadium, you just forget about everything except getting to that line, and NOW!!

With one lap of the stadium between him and the four hour mark, his watch read 3:57. He had three minutes to run 400 metres. He sprinted the whole way and made it to the line just after 3:58!

They realized that the brand new anti-blister socks were soaked red with blood! What had seemed like such a great idea before the race had turned out to be a hard lesson: never, ever, ever wear new socks for a distance race!!!!!

2 weeks later, when the blisters had healed, the blood had dried and the pain had faded, Matt was talking about his next marathon already. He received a silver medal in the mail for being second in his under 19 age category. The very day he received his medal, he went online to look up the Boston Qualifying times. At this time, the qualifying times were 5 minutes slower then they are now (in the chart above). He needed to shave 50 minutes off of his time to achieve the 3:10 necessary to qualify for Boston, and the goal was born.

It wasn’t for another month before the first Boston Qualifying attempt training began.  It was to be yet another adventure filled with excitement, rookie lessons and heart break, which you will get to hear all about in the Road to Boston Part 2.

Have a great evening and HAPPY NEW YEAR to all!!