Yes, I’m* still* riding runner’s high from Sunday.
(hope you don’t mind…)
And no, I haven’t run since then and don’t plan to until Saturday.
…just like I promised. (running smart, my new mantra…)
But, I have to get something off my chest.
I can’t stop thinking about 26.2.
Sunday’s race showed me that my body *is* capable of much more than I ever thought or ever trusted it to do.
Before Sunday the sheer thought of 26.2 miles sent my heart racing and my palms sweaty.
Now the thought of it excites me and energizes me, drives me.
…to continue strengthening my body.
…to continue to build my endurance.
…to continue to run smartly, proudly, happily.
I’m ready to conquer 26.2.
But now the question becomes – which 26.2?
I’ll be honest and say that there is one race that’s on my shortlist right now.
And it’s Chicago.
And here’s why.
…it’s the weekend of Columbus Day (so the hubs won’t have to worry about time off from teaching).
…it’s the day after my 33rd birthday (whoa).
…it’s nearly a year away, plenty of time to train (in the summer especially).
…and my mom has already agreed to RV it to Chicago to cheer us on, act as race day photog, *and* provide me with my own personal bathroom on the course. (HUGE bonus!)
So now what?
Do I call Chicago “it” and start preparing (i.e. “training”…my way)?
Or do I really have to wait until February when sign-ups open to throw the gauntlet down on 26.2?
I’m thinking the former….whatcha say?
…347 days and counting.