To Fly: Running Mt Washington Road Race

by julie on June 20, 2012

photo 379 300x300 To Fly: Running Mt Washington Road RaceI started this journey with a broken heart; I felt lost and alone without my Dad. I wanted so badly to re-connect with him on the mountain. While training, I faced fears and trampled over my comfort zone many times. I gained support from people near and far. By race day, my heart was filled with love and support I’d never imagined. 

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The morning of the race, my stepmom Kathy asked, “What’s your worst fear?”

“Dying. Besides that, who cares?”  Low expectations calmed my nerves.

After getting my bib, I was excited to meet Tom Raffio, CEO of NE Delta Dental (MWRR event sponsor) and thank him for my registration!  Next, I met up with Erin, the daughter of Byron who ran the race with my dad in 1972. We honored our fathers and our families’ 40-year-long friendship by crossing the start line together at 9am!

Taking off, the summit was visible in miniature up in the clouds. I shook my head and chuckled. You must laugh at yourself when attempting something so ridiculous! Less than a mile into the race, my shirt was drenched in sweat.  Thankfully, runners started walking early on. I joined in. “Slow and steady. No one to beat, nothing to prove.”

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Between mile 2 – 3, the vistas became breath-taking.  Mt Washington is known for having “the World’s worst weather.” Saturday was one of the *lucky* days when the fog cleared and visibility extended 100 miles.  I’d like to think my dad helped with that!

I breathed in the succulent fresh mountain air and smiled deliriously (probably annoying to fellow runners in agony). My calves burned, but I took every opportunity to laugh, smile, take pictures, and yes, I stopped to smell the flowers!

 

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Somewhere between mile 6 -7,  I thought, “I was meant to be here, climbing this mountain, feeling free and strong, on top of the world! ”  This joyful realization came at a price: to believe that this was “meant to be” also meant that my dad’s passing was “meant to be,” as I never would have been here otherwise.  To hold devastation in one hand and glory in the other was a strange handshake with real life.  

Crossing the finish line, I broke down into sobs and almost hyperventilated. The medical staff’s eyes were on me like hawks. I was fine physically but overwhelmed with emotions. My Brown squash coach always said he could never tell if I won or lost a match because I cried either way. This was one of those moments. 

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I successfully finished the Mt Washington Road Race 2012 in 2 hours and 11 minutes. In 1972, my dad and Byron finished  in 1 hour 34 minutes. I still can’t really believe I did it, but I’ve checked the official results a few times and my name remains on the list!

Ironically, my fear of dying was put to the test on the post-race drive down the mountain. Despite my confidence in Byron’s driving and his car’s brakes system, the lack of guardrails was much too much for me. I’m very Zen when flying (rationalizing that my fear of dying won’t stop it from happening in these circumstances). I wasn’t quite so Zen in the car Saturday. I couldn’t accept dying here , oh no, I had photos to share and blog posts to write, people!!

This race brought me closer to my father, but also closer to myself and the world around me. My own limitations melted before my eyes. I can’t explain how it happened except to explain this:

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When pursuing something outside your comfort zone – ignore all nay-sayers & dream-squashers. Careful, our biggest critic lives in our own heads – running on repeat reminding us, “You, Julie Flygare, do not deserve to fly.”  Don’t listen.

Believe that there is a force in you, built of everything “good” and ”bad” in you, that is just getting started. Believe that if you keep putting one foot in front of the other, you will someday take flight. No one else can throw you into the wind, but the world will rise up to support you once you’re on your way.

I believe this because it happened to me. I do deserve to fly. Flygare is Swedish for flyer/aviator afterall. It’s in my blood. I was born to fly. 

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A nice follow up news article: “Flygare completes Mount Washington race in memory of father, Tom,” By Suzanne Laurent, Portsmouth Herald, June 18, 2012. 

Thank you to my donors: together, we raised $3,050 towards a cure for narcolepsy! Special thanks to: NE Delta Dental, Tom Raffio, Debbie, Lawrence, Kathy, Bette, Byron and Erin.

{ 15 comments… read them below or add one }

Debbie June 20, 2012 at 3:49 pm

Fabulous post, Julie! You have a way with words and a way with dreams (you live them). Take care and best wishes!

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julie June 21, 2012 at 1:29 pm

Thank you so much, Debbie. I do enjoy writing. :-)

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Laura June 20, 2012 at 4:22 pm

Beautiful post. Congratulations on the run!

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julie June 21, 2012 at 1:29 pm

Thank you so much, Laura!!

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Christine June 21, 2012 at 12:19 pm

Amazing post! completely agree with Debbie ~ you have an inspiring way with words! Super BIG Congrats!

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julie June 21, 2012 at 1:30 pm

Thank you, Christine! It was a great run. I hope your husband’s half marathon went well too & you found a nice yoga studio in Philly. :-)

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Chris Flygare June 21, 2012 at 1:13 pm

i hear there’s a race up mt. everest…interested?

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julie June 21, 2012 at 1:59 pm

I’ll follow your lead!! ;-)

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Gail Pean June 21, 2012 at 1:40 pm

“ To hold devastation in one hand and glory in the other was a strange handshake with real life.  ” Julie Flygare. Wonderful quote and post. You are so brilliant and a fabulous friend!

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julie June 21, 2012 at 1:58 pm

Thank you so much, Gail! That was my favorite line of my writing too. Great minds think alike. :-) Love, Julie

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JJM June 21, 2012 at 8:38 pm
Heather June 28, 2012 at 8:30 pm

This post brought tears to my eyes. Beautifully written! I enjoyed the photos as well. I’m so happy that the weather cooperated and that you did not die. :)

Congratulations on such an incredible feat!

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julie June 28, 2012 at 8:56 pm

Thank you, Heather!! I’m still coming down from cloud 9. Sending smiles from DC, Julie

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Holly Twedt February 21, 2013 at 8:39 am

Julie,

So relate to this as my father and I were very close and did things together. Feel He is still with me cheering me onto my own finish line!
Thank you for sharing!

Holly Twedt

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julie February 21, 2013 at 1:11 pm

Hi Holly,

Thank you so much for reading my post and commenting. I think our fathers are definitely still cheering us on!

Big smiles,
Julie

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