I got an offer this weekend that I couldn’t refuse: a bib to a localish half marathon for the cost of a 12 pack of beer. (The person making the offer is familiar with my beer cellar and knows he wouldn’t be getting Budmilloor from me.)
Local (aka no travel costs)?
Sign me up!
Despite my goal of 13 half marathons in 2013 and my desire to get this racing season kicked off, I’m turning him down.
Shocking, I know. But I went out for a run today and ran 6 miles at an easy pace. At the end, I was pretty done. Could I have made it to 13? Probably, with a considerable amount of walking. Would I have enjoyed it? No. Not at all.
I came to the realization that as much as I want to hit 13 for the year, I don’t have any desire to do a race that I know will suck. That I know my body is not ready for. I want to do 13 quality races, 13 races that I have the potential to run well.
So, I’ll keep training and my race season will start in October, as planned. And my legs will thank me for that.