|Last year's Eugene - when it was fun and I cared|
Normally on race week I am excited, a little nervous, looking forward to racing. This week? Pfft - I really am NOT enthused at all. The Coach and I are both running the Eugene Half Marathon on Sunday - with everyone and their freaking mother. I already paid, so I will obviously run it. But it just doesn't feel special this year. Last year it mattered. This year it is kind of blah. Almost an inconvenience. We are wondering if Boston ruined us, mentally, for this race. I mean we did just come from the biggest race I'll ever get to sort of be a part of. And now here I am going back to repeat (which we know I don't like to repeat races) and run in the same race as some people I very much detest. Don't I have the best attitude right now?? I'll be happy if I don't have to see the vile person in question. Still it is just too much. Too many people. I like the local anonymity I used to have with my running. That seems to have disappeared and makes me want to sort of hermit myself up and be sure to avoid the "popular" races. I'm not kidding. It is like everybody in town is going up to Eugene to run. For me running is an escape. Freedom. A time to do MY thing away from those people. And now they are crashing the party.
And it's not Boston. I wasn't ready to be done with vacation. I'm having a very hard transition back to normal life after my getaway. Each day I keep thinking of some way I could just relocate my friends and family to New England with me. Maybe I wouldn't like living there, but I instantly fell in love, so who knows.
Anyway - I have to race this weekend. It is kind of sad that I don't care. This is my 13th half marathon and I'm wearing something "special" in honor of that at my running idol, one Mr. Steve Prefontaine. I'm hoping once I get to the mini-expo I'll change my attitude and get excited. My mom is joining me for the trip up to Eugene for the expo and some yummy pasta somewhere. So hopefully that will also help pull me out of my mood's slump. The good part of this weekend is that I get to see Small Town Runner again, and I just adore her! She's always so nice, positive and I always leave her presence feeling inspired! I need to find her BEFORE the race I think, not just after!!
Not much else going on. I could talk about my non-race vacation activities, but I think I kind of just want to keep all of it to myself. I can say it was the single best vacation of my entire life. We were a fabulous travel duo. Zero tension. No stress. A lot of laughter and good food. We saw a lot, all the while just taking our time and stopping to enjoy simple things. I've called shot gun next time he goes back to run Boston. I get first dibs on being the side kick -- and he says WHEN I BQ he'll come as my support staff. Ah, that's so sweet --- completely delusional -- but sweet!
Also my lawn mower and I hate each other. I've kicked it and called it tons of bad words. I'm getting a new one. I've hated this one since maybe my 3rd time using it a few years ago. I want a riding mower! Wouldn't that be fun?? I do have a ton of grass to mow, but I just don't know where I'd store it - or find the money to buy it.
Goofy is on my mind a lot. The heat that just hit us makes me question if I can even run 1 mile anymore. So I'm already looking up training plans and planning ahead for a weekend of 42.4 Disney racing miles. Eek!