A few months back, I registered for the BAA 5K. I was excited about the marathon, running, everything..
My plan was run the 5K on Sunday, take the day off Monday and watch the marathon. Its my second Marathon Monday in Boston, but its the first year I really had any interest.
Friday afternoon, I left work at 2:00 and headed over to the Expo to pick up my 5K bib. The city was abuzz with runners and the expo was packed. No questions asked – its the best expo I’ve been to. Everything was so fancy and EVERY vendor you can think of was there.
The 5K pickup was little room off the back. It took me a few laps to find it. It was really cool, though, to see all the marathoners getting their numbers and lining up to meet the Elites. I was excited to be there & feel like a teeny part of the festivities.
Yesterday, I got back to the city after a full day & I was exhausted. All I wanted was to relax and be fun with my friends. I almost scratched the race & joined them on karaoke adventures, with plenty of beverages, I’m sure. Yet, I talked myself (with JT’s help) into going home and making sure I was ready for my 6am wake-up this morning.
And I was ready. In bed by 10:15, after having all of two beers, I felt great this morning. I got up, had coffee, checked the weather, and really wished I wasn’t running this race. I checked the website and found no mention of gear-check, but at 57 degrees, I wanted to run in short sleeves and I needed long sleeves for before & after. Annoying. Dealing with the crowds sounded AWFUL. I wanted nothing to do with it.
Do I want to run today? Absolutely. Its gorgeous outside. But thinking about lining up at 8am with 6000 people to run through the city, when I could run anytime on a far prettier route, no gear check needed or crowds to deal with, there was no contest. I spent almost an hour trying to motivate, reading blogs, race recaps, and no use. If its not going to be fun, why do it?
I went back to bed.
Where did my race fever go? I lost it. Maybe because it’s a 5K, in my head, it’s not a challenge? Maybe because I didn’t know anyone else racing? or have anyone coming? Does that make it less fun?
I would’ve PR-ed today without question & I didn’t bother to try. I can’t wrap my head around it. That said, I don’t regret it either. I would’ve been miserable.
This weekend turned out slightly different than planned. I’m not taking tomorrow off to watch the marathon. In fact, I’m starting a new job. But I do wish I could be watching. I still think I’d like to run a full at some point, so I’m excited for everyone who crossed the starting line tomorrow. Now, lets hope I get my racing love back.
anyone ever experience anything similar?