STEPH CORKER

the miles are banked.

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It’s a tale worth telling: I arrived at IMC last year with JoJo Hudson + Rachel Ross. We cheered our lil heads off in the sweltering heat, bought matching Newtons and I left on Sunday saying “I wanna come back and tackle this race.” It felt like there was unfinished business…the slight thought that I just might have a faster Ironman in me….and a longing to ride my bike for long miles in the swelting sun until I felt strong. It wasn’t meant to be back then and the compromise was IM CdA. (We all know what I think about compromises – Corker def’n: no one wins; Dictionary def’n: A settlement of differences in which each side makes concessions.) Fast forward 12months later and the final miles have been banked. If you’ve stumbled upon this blog, you will know that 2012 has been a journey. The last start line was a questionable finish line. Since then, there have been a couple of fondos, a few laps on the grouse grind, some long runs and open water swims. There has been beach time logged and epic road trips for epic adventures. Last weekend was the big finale…and the last ice cream cone until the next start line. Gluten be gone, sugar is out, early to bed (minus one Copie dance party, only because he is my Bro and it’s his birthday!), compression tights will be worn to bed. Frank is coming west; lulu girls will be in tow; friends will be at the finish line. 

the last cone.

Pentiction….i’m coming for you! [And the floatie has been purchased for FloatillaMonday, ideally with coconut water + aloha spirit!]

Here’s to the real taper of 2012, xo

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Author: Steph Corker

a blissed out chic living a life i love @lululemon by day...swimbikerunning by every other minute...en route to crushing Ironman finish lines!

2 thoughts on “the miles are banked.

  1. Here’s to me eating the entire effing creme brulee this evening – rocking the commit train to no sugar and I am proud of you. See you at the finish line. Wharty and I booking flights to Hawaii for KONA. #decided

  2. One dance party = a reminder to not take ourselves so seriously. Even when we’re en route to crushing our BHAGs! ;)

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