Just Say No….
Hi, I’m that girl from Dirty Girl Running and I’m an addict. A racing addict that is. I have a racing bucket list on Pinterest. Anytime I hear a race brought up in conversation, I make a mental note to google it the first chance I get. If a friend asks me to do a race with them, if I’m not already racing that weekend, I’m there. If one race series wasn’t enough, I’m doing three this year. I collect race hardware like most girls collect handbags and shoes. So how did I come to the conclusion that I have a problem?
Exhibit A – In a recent conversation with a former roommate that is now residing in Boston:
Roomie: You should come out here sometime. Bring the kid along so I can finally meet her.
Me: I might be coming to see you in the next few years. My last half marathon time put me on pace for a Boston qualifying time. It’ll probably be a few years before I can qualify and then a few more years after that until I can get in, but hopefully within the next five years I’ll be able to head out there.
Roomie: Or you could just come out here to come out here…..
Exhibit B – Within 5 minutes of hearing that the Myrtle Beach Marathon and Half marathon were still looking for pacers, I was on Kayak.com looking at airfare and seeing if it was feasible. It wasn’t. I was seriously bummed. I will still be emailing to get my list on the name for next year though.
Exhibit C – A few friends in Michigan were recently discussing getting together at a trail race in Western Michigan. As soon as I saw that the medals were the size of my head, I knew I had to add this race to my to do list (yes, I get distracted easily by big shiny things). Turns out the race is only a 4.5 hour drive across Wisconsin (and I have some friends I could easily crash with on the way in the Green Bay area) and a 3 hr ferry ride across Lake Michigan. No need for a hotel, since I can camp out the night before. And they feed you at the post race party. Did I mention the size of the medals????? The only question is, do I sign up for the half or the full marathon? Decisions, decisions….
The list goes on and on. Like doing the math to see if I can fit in a trail 25k before I have to be at work. Or liking races on Facebook just so I can get a heads up when the registration fees are cheap. I guess there are worse things I could be addicted to. But until I find a cure, I’m going to need a bigger closet to hold all those tech tees.