Cel­e­brat­ing with FUN. after 13.1

I am not a “run­ner.” I have nev­er claimed to be. I dread the side pains, shin splints, and short­ness of breath that come from pound­ing the pave­ment mile after mile after mile. But for some rea­son that I have yet to fig­ure out, I signed up for a half-marathon.

As I’ve grown old­er, an increas­ing num­ber of my friends have become addict­ed to some­thing they like to refer to as a runner’s high. After years of doing my best to ignore their con­stant chat­ter about it, I final­ly broke down and asked myself, What do you have to lose? Then I read about the Sea­wheeze lul­ule­mon Half Marathon and fig­ured that if I was ever going to run 13.1 miles in one fell swoop, I might as well cou­ple it with a vaca­tion to make it worth the pain.

This year’s Sea­wheeze was the first in what will be an annu­al half marathon held in Van­cou­ver, British Colum­bia. The event is part of lul­ule­mon’s mis­sion to cel­e­brate their home­town in “the sweati­est, most awe­some way possible—13.1 miles of beach­es, moun­tain views, and more.” Gor­geous scenery, yoga, waf­fle brunch­es, and a get­away to Canada—what more could a gal ask for? I con­vinced my boyfriend and five cowork­ers to join me on what I promised would be a week­end full of fun and FUN.—with a quick work­out thrown in.

Rep­re­sent­ing The Clymb with fin­ish­er’s medals

Our Sea­wheeze week­end was bet­ter than we could have imag­ined. Despite the lack of suf­fi­cient train­ing for some of us, we all fin­ished with a time that we are proud of. The course was beautiful—winding through down­town Van­cou­ver, and along the sea­wall that bor­ders Stan­ley Park. The cheer squads rivaled those found at the World Cup, the aid sta­tion logis­tics were smooth, and the post-race brunch was delec­table. Despite my exhaus­tion, I man­aged to cross the fin­ish line to a group hug with my coworkers.

A spe­cial thanks to Saucony for the great run­ning gear!

After our brief cel­e­bra­tion, I slumped to the ground. Around me, some 7,000 par­tic­i­pants waved their hands to upbeat music in cel­e­bra­tion of com­plet­ing the run. Beyond, the ocean stretched sparkling and gigan­tic into the dis­tance, the salty breeze gar­nish­ing my sweat-coat­ed lips and mak­ing my per­son­al vic­to­ry taste that much more vivid. My legs were too sore to move, but my heart and mind were full of hap­pi­ness and accom­plish­ment. I’m hap­py to say that at that moment, I expe­ri­enced my first run­ner’s high. And I’m addicted.


All of us on the Clymb team want to offer a huge thanks to Saucony for out­fit­ting us for the Sea­wheeze! Gear up for your own chal­lenge with Saucony here.