My marathon race card has been empty for the last several months. Earlier in the year I was kicking butt and taking names, running marathons in several new destinations on my quest to run the world. Now that the autumn marathon season is in full swing, with races from NYC to Berlin to Chicago to Greece, I got nothing.
Nothing that is unless you count envy, because I’ve got plenty of that as I watch the race reports and Facebook updates roll in week after week with runners sporting their race bibs and flashing smiles as bright as their race bling.
were great and the destinations – Marrakesh, Jerusalem, Madrid – were places I’d long wanted to go. However, with the exception of Madrid, I was on my own and while traveling alone can be glorious, the amount of preparation and planning that it takes to be away from home and things not fall apart – arranging childcare and play dates, meals or at the very least having the fridge stocked, etc. – can be draining.
It was after I missed the start of the half marathon in Reykjavik in June – a race I’d wanted to run for a long time – due to circumstances totally within my control and not paying attention to some important details that I realized I needed to slow down (which is hard to believe is possible considering how
slow I already am as a runner).
but realizing that I’d jumped the gun, I canceled.
time to toe the line, implement a training plan and amp up the mileage so that I’ll be ready to sport my race bib and flash my smile and race bling and conquer more destinations in my quest to run the world for the spring marathon season.