Yet, the other day I had this realization that I might actually be crazy.
I signed up to run a half on Sunday. As in 2 days from right now.
It's the first time I've done something like that, just on a whim, dropped $80 to go run 13.1 miles. I know I'm not in good shape. I know I won't PR. I know I probably will run the slowest half I've ever done. Shit, I just had shoulder surgery 6 weeks ago. I'm allowed.
I signed up for this race for really silly reasons...
It's close to my house. The drive will be 5 minutes. The course is a route I've done as a training run a few times. There's HORSES on the course!
I was going to run 6 miles, anyway. Why not do 13 and get a shirt. And a medal. And a free banana.
I miss that giddy, adreneline feeling you only get when standing at the start line.
I miss the taste of Gu.
My legs are feeling too good. I need them to feel a little stiff and achy. I miss that lactic acid build up feeling all over my lower half.
I only have 20 other things going on Sunday, why not!
I may not even finish this half on Sunday. Because, to be honest, I have one rule: Have Fun. The minute this race isn't fun anymore, I stop. I'm out. I'm no longer running to beat the shit out of myself. I'm running for the fun, the joy, the rush, the H I G H.
Even with that being said...I still may need this: