When is enough enough?: Runfessions September 2017

It’s never enough, right? Never enough time, never fast enough, never enough states, never enough races. It seems that way, but it really isn’t. If you listen carefully to your body and your heart and the significant others in your life, you’ll know why you’re biting off more than you can chew.

You may not like it, but I like to say that things have a way of working out. And they do. It doesn’t seem that way when we’re in the throws of something that seems bad, and yet in hindsight, we often find that that bad thing may actually have turned out to be a good thing.

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I runfess . . .
Despite knowing that it’s been a long time of fairly non-stop training, I began to think about a November/December half. I mean, why not, right?

But then I whacked myself upside the head because I knew that I’m tired, my body’s tired, and it’s time for a break. Not that I don’t have some shorter races that I hope to do.

I runfess . . .
That using a race as a training or recovery run just isn’t easy for me. I may be slow (hey, I read a blog post this morning talking about being “BOTP” and their time was faster than my PR) but I do like to race.

So there I was last week: a tempo run, speedwork, a long run and a 5k the day afterwards.

I runfess I was almost glad that it was definitely too hot to really race.

I runfess . . .
I kept trying to figure out how to get one last swim in before my race. I haven’t been able to swim much, due to the pool being closed, and I know that when it gets really cold I won’t want to.

But the weeks were filled with the usual, plus an eye doctor appointment, that long run + race (see above), a cooking class (at least something fun!), a chiropractor appointment, and taking Lola to the vet at night for a consultation for a dental — a vet that’s almost 30 minutes away. And, of course, a little matter of packing for my race.

I sadly let my swim go.

I runfess . . .
. . . that when I realized I’d brought 2 left shoes to my parents’ apartment, I was not happy. I actually tried one of them on my right foot. It was quickly obvious that wouldn’t work; I wasn’t that desperate! But hey, I saw someone running barefoot in my 5k last Sunday. And almost a mile of that race is on a trail!

I runfess . . .
. . . that for about the last 2 years, I’ve had my halfs all lined up, one right after the other. Boom, boom, boom. Until now. I have no halfs scheduled for 2018. I have some thoughts, but so far, there’s nothing that’s called to me so strongly that I felt I needed to sign up right now.

But stay tuned. There just might be something a little different in 2018. And no, it’s not a marathon! Or at least, as of this moment, I am not signed up for a marathon and do not plan to sign up for one, either.

Any guesses to what I may be thinking of for 2018?

Ever had a shoe catastrophe (remember the trail shoe that came apart in my race)?

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