For most of the summer, I felt like utter crap. I tried, and I tried, and I tried to run, and it sucked. Or I said eff it, I donâ€™t want to do this, and I didnâ€™t run at all.
Iâ€™d said here earlier in the year I was running Richmond. Iâ€™d told friends and family and coworkers, and after not finishing Brooklyn, I didnâ€™t want to say I wasnâ€™t going to/couldnâ€™t run Richmond.
But on Labor Day weekend, after not being able to run without feeling nauseous for most of the summer, I finally asked JessÂ what she thought. I knew in my heart what I should do but needed to hear it from someone else. â€œI think you need to figure out this sinus stuff without having to worry about marathon training,â€ she said.
And I both felt a weight lifted and sad all at the same time. For the past few weeks, Iâ€™ve felt something off making fall plans, seeing peopleâ€™s Instagrams. Fall just means long runs to me, and usually marathons.
But then I started wondering if Iâ€™d lost my ability to run forever. I kept thinking if I should find another race or not. I started thinking about the Rehoboth Marathon in December. But after feeling so crappy for most of the summer, I didnâ€™t want to risk starting to train and feeling crappy again.Â
In an unusually-zen-for-me move, I decided to let the goal go until something came to me I couldnâ€™t say no to.
I started thinking more and more about a fall local-ish half…
and then MeredithÂ made a fabulous suggestion, and a decision was made:
Itâ€™s local, itâ€™s near the National Tennis Center, and itâ€™s the site of my first tri â€” so itâ€™s a (weirdly) special area to me. Also, itâ€™s on the same day as Richmond, so Iâ€™ll be happy to be running a race that day.
Sometimes life throws you lemonsâ€¦and you make maple syrup. Or something.Â