|July 11, 2012||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
I’ve got a bad itch and I can’t find a way to scratch it.
It’s been almost a month since I saw either side of a start line and I’m going a little crazy with race desire. I did the math on my 2 mile walk to work this morning (I tell you the distance because that’s about how long it takes for me to perform simple mental arithmetic), and the last time I went this long without hearing “on your mark, get set, go!” was between my run/walk 10k in January while I was still recovering from my broken foot and an easy 5k I ran in February.
In other words, this is inexcusable.
Unfortunately, summertime in DC is not exactly the peak season for race searching in the region. It may or may not have something to do with the fact that days like this are more common than sidewalk-hogging tourists.
The only marathon distance event in the area this weekend is an indoor marathon in Virginia. 211 laps around an indoor track sounds like the least exciting marathon ever, and also the most ego-crushing marathon in existence as the men chasing the indoor world record would lap me approximately 111 times over the course of the race. Getting lapped by the boys in the 3,000m in high school track was bad enough, and that only happened once per event. Add another 100+ run-bys and I might be announcing my retirement from the sport by the end of the 26.2 miles.
But, my desperation for an endurance race is bad enough that you might just find me at the start line on Saturday morning.
I might be able to quiet my insane need for a few hours of competition if I had something to look forward to in the next week or three. But I really don’t. The only thing on my immediate race calendar is the possibility of a 5k in Vermont next weekend.
My mom thinks I can win it and take home some sweet prize money based on results from previous years. I have my doubts since I’ll be home for the weekend trying to win another event.
After missing the party last year to train for some silly race, I am ready to reclaim my title as Brew Fest Champion. Along with my trusty sidekicks, we’ve consistently outperformed the craft brew competition every year since we started attending the fest together.
And if a choice needs to be made between 5ks and craft brew, well, I think we all know which one is going to win that battle.
Marathon+ distances: another story. But 5ks? Pour me another pint.
Moral of the story: my empty race calendar is quickly driving me crazy. If something doesn’t get added to it soon, I’ll probably be arrested for breaking into some poor race director’s home and trying to steal his timing system and start gun.
In more exciting news, check this out.
I’m upset they left Kim Conley, and my favorite finish line photo ever off the list, but it’s still an adorable collection of London bound Olympians.
I mean, RIGHT?! You go, Kim.