Big decisions and major disappointments
The Miami 1/2 is this Sunday...I had already kindasorta accepted the fact that Andy probably wouldn't be there because of work and Buddy...but at least my dad, who knows the city like the back of his hand (read: the best places to park), would be there. Now, because of unforeseen circumstances, my parents have to go out of town until Sunday. So no ride. Despite my mom's insistance that my brother will drive me (hello, at 4 am???), I don't know what to do.
One the one hand, I've been looking forward to this race for months. Because of my leg cramps, my training schedule went by the wayside, but I've been trying to run as much as I can. I know I can run the 1/2, I just won't be raciing it (never my goal, in the first place). So what if it takes me 2 and 1/2 hrs instead of 2? I want my medal! It just feels like all those months of putting in the miles and trying so hard, and the ankle injury, was all for nothing. And I paid 70 bucks!!!! Mostly, that fact is not sitting well with the "new me", who doesn't like to waste $$ and is very conscious of where every penny is going. Should I think of this as money spent already and just move on?....drive myself to Miami and figure out where to park and show up? I'm used to not having a cheering section and going to races on my own, so why should this be any different? But something about the enormity of the event is making me very apprehensive about doing this one on my own.
I still don't know what to do....I don't think Vishal and Lisa want to spend their weekend driving me back and forth from Miami...part of me is just so mad that every single big race that I've planned (and paid money) for, I haven't been able to attend. It sucks. No wonder my motivation has been ZERO lately. Why bother??????
Why bother? I still dragged myself out of bed this morning at 6:30 and went for a run. Just do 30 minutes, I told myself. It'll make you feel better. It did. I did 40.
One the one hand, I've been looking forward to this race for months. Because of my leg cramps, my training schedule went by the wayside, but I've been trying to run as much as I can. I know I can run the 1/2, I just won't be raciing it (never my goal, in the first place). So what if it takes me 2 and 1/2 hrs instead of 2? I want my medal! It just feels like all those months of putting in the miles and trying so hard, and the ankle injury, was all for nothing. And I paid 70 bucks!!!! Mostly, that fact is not sitting well with the "new me", who doesn't like to waste $$ and is very conscious of where every penny is going. Should I think of this as money spent already and just move on?....drive myself to Miami and figure out where to park and show up? I'm used to not having a cheering section and going to races on my own, so why should this be any different? But something about the enormity of the event is making me very apprehensive about doing this one on my own.
I still don't know what to do....I don't think Vishal and Lisa want to spend their weekend driving me back and forth from Miami...part of me is just so mad that every single big race that I've planned (and paid money) for, I haven't been able to attend. It sucks. No wonder my motivation has been ZERO lately. Why bother??????
Why bother? I still dragged myself out of bed this morning at 6:30 and went for a run. Just do 30 minutes, I told myself. It'll make you feel better. It did. I did 40.
posted by Shalu @ 12:32 PM
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