A New Chapter in My Frostbite Series Adventure

The first race of this year's Frostbite Series marked a significant milestone in my running journey. It was not only a return to a cherished winter tradition after the pandemic pause but also my debut as a board member of the Saint Louis Track Club. The 12k race, part of a series I've eagerly participated in for years, took on a new meaning as I embraced my evolved role.

The Frostbite Series has always been a winter highlight for me, a time when I push my limits and often achieve my best times. There's something about the cold weather that invigorates me, sparking a stronger, more resilient version of myself as a runner. Today, the weather was unusually mild for a winter race, hovering around the 50s — an ideal condition that blended the briskness of the season with the comfort of a cool autumn day.

Running alongside Ty, a familiar and encouraging presence, added to the excitement. Our strides in sync, we navigated the course, each step a testament to our dedication and the camaraderie that running fosters.

My perspective on the event has transformed dramatically since joining the Track Club's board. The shift from a regular participant to a hands-on organizer has been enlightening. The hours spent preparing before the race and assisting afterwards have deepened my appreciation for the intricacies of race organization and the communal effort it entails. This behind-the-scenes involvement has connected me more deeply with the St. Louis running community, transforming my experience from that of a solitary runner to an active contributor.

A heartfelt thank you goes to Bob and Mike, the race directors whose tireless efforts make the Frostbite Series a reality each year. Their dedication is the backbone of these events, ensuring that each race is not just a competition, but a celebration of the running community's spirit.

With this race behind me, I eagerly anticipate the next one in two weeks. It's not just about crossing the finish line anymore; it's about being part of something larger — a community of runners, volunteers, and organizers, all united by our love for the sport and our commitment to each other.

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