Before I get to the meat of this blog post, I want to ensure you that melodrama is indeed spelled with one letter l. I know I am “doing the most”, but I like to be together for my fact checkers and receipt viewers.
Anyway, I want to discuss how neurotic I am the evening before a Saturday morning long run. It’s one of the reasons that I don’t care to race anymore. It cuts into my hangout time. This is how it usually played out the Friday evenings before:
- Grocery shop because I knew I would be too tired after the run.
- Tidy/Clean the house because I knew I would be too tired after the run.
- Do laundry for workout clothes and find watch, food, water bottles, etc.
- Lay out your clothes, gear, food, water bottles, etc.
- Complain about going to bed early.
- Go to bed. Late.
THEN, the alarm would go off. It’s worse than that workday alarm feeling…..Not that I would know .
So THEN you have to determine whether it’s worth it. Because that sleep was good. More like amazing. Short answer: If you already paid for a race that helps .For many of us, it also depends on how many people you humble bragged to.
But guess what?! I’m reformed. It took only 26.2 miles to understand that I don’t have to do that mess anymore. Insert the 6 mile limit:
- I can finish within an hour and a half.
- I can go to bed when I feel like it.
- Pack water/food? Not nearly as much, if any.
- It’s easier for people to relate to that distance.
- The hidden cost are lower: food and shoe replacements, in particular.
Yep. So this Saturday, I will run 6 miles. And that will be that.
(The Bookworm has just finished reading the How to Write a Short Story. A good friend recommended it. The e-book was .99 on Amazon, so she didn’t have much to lose.)