I’ve been doing a lot of writing about running lately and for those who don’t really care about that — I promise — I’ll scale it back in the coming few weeks to focus on more holiday, parenting, gaming or generic life topics. But having just last week come back from a running vacation and now, flapping in the breeze (so to speak) about where do I go from here… it’s top of mind. So, I write.
See, the thing is, I’ve already decided that I’m going to try and cover some serious distance in 2013: 1500 km next year to top my (I’ll get there!) twelve hundred or so from this year. But part of me knows that virtual runs, while all well-and-good to share the epic, mega-goal distances that one covers training for something are not… well… something worth training for in and of themselves. I need something more substantial.
Call me undecided…
I’ve given myself four months to decide. I’m going to pick away at the half-marathon training until about mid-April 2013 and then I’m going to step over to one side of the fence or the other. I’m going to keep up my training over the winter. I’m going to set a few more personal health goals for that April-date deadline. I’m going to watch, and wait, and polish some more concrete with my shoes.
In April I’ll decide.
In August the folks I’ve been running with are planning on running a marathon here in Edmonton. Running a marathon because others are running is not the reason to run. Nor is it something that should be taken lightly. Nine months into my half-marathon efforts of 2012, I know whereof I write.
In April I’ll decide. In April I’ll figure out whether I want to make the effort, push the training, dedicate the time and energy and run along with them… or be contented with my halves. In the meantime, I’m just going to enjoy December, weather the cold, and eat some cholocates.