10 Surprising Life Lessons – Continued

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10 Surprising Life Lessons – Continued

Thank you for coming back to find out what else I learned from the Bermuda 10K!  In case you missed it,  Part I of this article series reviewed five lessons I learned from the 10K:

  1. It’s all about the store that we tell ourselves!
  2. “This hill is stupid.”
  3. “Walking a mile in someone else’s shoes
  4. Even when many of us think the weather is not worth going out in, Bermuda is gorgeous!
  5. Sometimes it’s how someone says something.

Continue reading below to hear about the last five life lessons I learned. Many thanks to the race organizers, sponsors, volunteers and cheering spectators. Your work and support was greatly appreciated by me and the Bermuda Race Day Weekend 2020 participants.


6. You are my tribe, until you are not.

I ran for a few miles with a group of entertaining visitors until they pulled ahead and I never saw them again. They were no longer my tribe. Tribes change, our support changes, our people change and that’s okay. There is always someone faster or slower or running a different race from me.  I found a new tribe of one. I teamed up with Thing Two. Seriously, this was a wonderful woman from Canada who came with a friend and the two of them dressed as Thing One and Thing Two. She was Thing Two because her friend had pulled ahead and she was the second person that people saw, so they yelled, go Thing Two! Aside from the fact that she chose to run her first 10K with a blue wig on her head and in full costume, she was a delightful individual and we supported each other for the next few miles.

7. The thing about the past is that it’s not the past.

About 4 miles in all I could think about was cake. A colleague had had this amazing lemon cake for her birthday and then there was that fantastic rum cake I had just the day before. I had two slices!  I could feel everything I had done to my body over the past 3 months. It wasn’t in the past, it was here with me going over this hill. Who would have known that the North Shore is so hilly? At least it was great cake.

8. Cheering support helps, especially from friends and family.

I had two types of people cheering for me, those who didn’t know me and just cheered because they had the kindness, generosity and community spirit to cheer on the runners, and those who were friends and family. I really appreciated the community that came out to cheer on the runners. Bermuda, you did us proud by showing how friendly we are in the cold, damp morning! People from all walks of life came to cheer and we loved all who cheered for us. Still, there is nothing like having someone cheer your name and encourage you personally. I made a mental note that for my next race (if I survived this one), I’d tell all my friends and family to come out and cheer for me!

9. Bermudians love to play drums for runners!

I had no idea that playing drums for runners was a thing. It was one of the best things about running the race. There were at least 4 occasions during the run where we were greeted by the playing of drums. And that doesn’t include the drums that accompanied the Gombeys during the celebrations at the end of the race. I loved the women’s drum troupe in Flatts and the solo drummers along the course. The drums beats matched my heart beats and gave me joy and encouragement. Thank you.

10. The last mile is the hardest.

Go chicks! At one point I found myself running with around a dozen other women. We were just all in a bunch together, and running sort of strong and with confidence. Someone cheering on the side of the road noted the bunch of confident (not yet looking exhausted) women. They yelled, “Look at those amazing chicks! Wow, what a group of strong chicks! Go chicks!” Normally, I would have choice words for anyone calling me a chick. Not today! I think that as a woman, we took that cheer as a compliment. I showed off my very un-Michelle Obama like guns and embraced the strong, working woman, Mom, pseudo-runner, awesome, phenomenal woman and any other moniker that I could think of.


In my case, it was the “chick” who dared greatly!





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