Yesterday, registration for the 2014 Rock n Roll Cleveland Half Marathon opened with special discount pricing and I must be out of my ever loving mind because I signed up.
When I completed the 2013 half a few months ago I did say I would be willingly to run another half and now that's obviously true as I just registered for another, but the more I think about it the more I think my two most recent races -- the Turkey Trot and A Christmas Story House Run -- have taught me that my favorite distance is the 10K and it's closely related cousin, the 5 Miler. They are long enough to be a good decent running distance but not so long that they require months of prep work. At this point, 5Ks seem ridiculously short but never know, my time may have vastly improved for no other reason than the fact that they are so short. When running one I wouldn't have to be pacing myself for the many many miles ahead. Instead, three point one and done.
Shortly after registering for the RnRCLE I was looking for other upcoming races, including the annual St. Malachi 5 Miler and even the Cleveland Marathon. I briefly considered registering for the Cleveland Half but then I thought about training in Cleveland winters and, really, I don't know if I want to run two half marathons in a year. Could I? Sure. But do I actually want to? I ran the 10K this past year and had a great time so I may register for that one again instead.
I love that I can say I'm a half-marathoner but the training was long and time-consuming and, frankly, kind of annoying so why do I want to put myself through that again if I don't actually have to? Kudos to those people who run multiple half and full marathons in a given year but right now I don't think that's for me. Running is supposed to be fun and I'm not at a place where training that much is fun for me. I like the idea of running RnRCLE again for no other reason than to try and beat my previous time but beyond that I may stick with the smaller races.
In terms of my weigh in I went up a bit this week but I totally anticipated that. Thanks to stupid PMS I ate my way through nearly all of my extra weekly points last weekend and I was doing well during the week but Wednesday night I met up with some friends to celebrate someone's divorce being finalized and between all the beer and pizza so close to my weigh-in, a gain was inevitable.
But, honestly, I had so much fun with them and this was one of those situations where there were way more important things to focus on than what I was eating. It's one day, one week, not the end of the world.
Love from the ashes,