But alas. Not for me. It was this weekend 4 years ago that I ran my last organized race – the Long Beach Half. I reminisced about that death march on my way to my office this morning. All the street barriers neatly stacked on the side of the streets in Long Beach. All the port-a-potties lined up like soldiers at Rainbow Lagoon. Ah yes. 3 frickin 07. For 13.1 miles.
After that I made a couple of half hearted attempts to get back on track. I can blame it on runner’s knee and motivation that went on holiday, but in reality the issue that resulted in the downfall was this. And this.
I wish I could say that I loved running. But in reality, it was a means to an end. And the end was to get me in shape to get up that big hill. Once that was done, my reason for running kind of went away. I have a hobby that I think is a lot more fun (in case you saw some cross posts from my other blog a few days ago). The final straw is now that I am back to working for someone instead of for myself, the availability of time is certainly minimized.
So, the bottom line is if I’m ever going to get back into race shape, I’m going to need something to motivate me because running for the sake of running isn’t it. I have some things in mind. Now to see if I have commitment. And about 20 fewer pounds. Stay tuned.
Distance: 2.65 mi @ 16:31