I’m a pretty rational person in most areas of my life. Except running. Not rational. Not even close.
I always want to do more, try harder, run farther, longer, faster, just to see what happens. Even if I haven’t trained appropriately.
I’m the worst example of proper training ever. I always start with a training plan, but it quickly falls by the wayside and I do whatever the hell I want to prepare and train for whatever distance I’m running. While I’m not the quickest, I do finish (the Vernonia Marathon being my exception) and I have always improved my time (except, of course, that time I ran a 12K on day 7 of the Master Cleanse. . . there was no improvement there).
This morning my rational side woke up and said – “hello, you are in no way, shape, or form ready to even attempt to run a 50k on October 27. Put that goal on the shelf for a minute, two, three, maybe a year.” I let myself pout about it for 30 minutes. I even let my subconscious try to convince me to change my mind, but in the end rationality won out.
So that’s what my rational side did this morning. The irrational side? Well, she woke up and after rationality left the building she said – “hey, you’re not running the 50k, but on that same day the Columbia River Gorge Marathon is being run – you can do that instead! It’s a whole 6 miles shorter than the 50k.”
Seriously. That’s what she said. I think Blue Eyes nailed it a few months ago when he called “her” a psycho bitch.
I didn’t listen to her or enter. Rationality won again! Twice in one day.
I have a trail half marathon on November 3rd and a Pseudo Fat Ass Relay on November 17th.
I’ve also registered to run the Honolulu Marathon on December 9th so I’ve got plenty to look forward to. . . . but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed.
I guess I’m not done pouting. . . .