June continues! And onward we push through those thirty posts that I’ve been writing every year this month. For the fifth year in a row I’m back to a month of daily blogging: each day a new post on a new topic, but on the same blog-per-day topic as last year, creating another set of Those 30 Posts in June. Today, that post just happens to be about something that I am:
Ignoring… That Whole Race Goal Running Thing
I’ve run a lot of races this year: technically five half marathons and one almost-but-not-quite-though-I’m-counting-it-as-a-half eighteen klick run through an epic mountain pass in the heat of the June sunshine.
My goal, as I’m pretty sure that I publicly stated at some point much earlier in the year, was to run one half a month. And now that I’m half way through (5 + ~1 = ~6) I’ll admit it: I’m ignoring the other six. No, not giving up. I just find that I can’t quite get myself organized to find and register for the other six remaining halves to meet my goal.
Oddly enough as it turns out, half marathons are not as commonplace as I originally imagined.
Actually, they seem to happen less often than once-per-month locally even in the summertime. And when I have found one for a couple of the gap months I’m stuck trying to reconcile scheduling conflicts.
This doesn’t even count the fact I’m pretty sure we’ll need to leave the country to find a half marathon in December. After all, who wants to be running a half marathon during the holiday season and through a few feet of snow?!
Races are awesome. Every race I’ve run follows me around with a little story that shapes my own little personal running history. Whether it was pushing my own limits in some of the epic mega Disney runs, or plodding through the local streets with long-time running friends or pounding out the klicks along the asphalt strung like a ribbon through the amazing mountain passes of our national parks with a random stranger… there are curious tales that bubble out of every start and every finish.
I shouldn’t be ignoring this opportunity. I know that.
Photo credit: A friend of the aforementioned “random stranger” via instagram