Sorry I'm late. Life's getting in the way a lot more and more these days.
Anyway - just a quickie as, egad, it's after 7 PM and too much other junk has to happen before dinner and TV and bed and, dang, about a thousand other things.
The main thing going on is that the 5K schedule came out. And once we've got some nickels scraped together, we'll be signing up for a bunch. We already have 2 set up. I think we'll do 8 - 10 more. It'll depend on budget and scheduling, and how we feel. I know at the end of last year, we'd done 11 and it felt like 1 too many. But maybe this year will be different, eh?
And I suppose I could be faster. I could save it all up for 1 or 2 races. And maybe I'd be faster, and I'd be better and all of that.
But I'd rather do more.
'Cause they're fun.
But really, why?
'Cause I'm 50, and I'm in a tiny division. I actually have a chance at placing no matter where I end up.
But seriously, why? You're nearly always last when fewer than 100 people run, and you tend to be in the bottom 5 when fewer than 250 people run.
Why the hell would you want to subject yourself to that, not once, not twice, but 10 - 12 times this year??!?!??!
Because, you see, I would rather be slow and last than not do it at all.
I would rather be huffing than watching.
And because I know that at some point there will be a slide downhill, when it comes to fitness. And at some point in time, my world will begin to contract, rather than expand.
But I am NOT ready for that.
And when it does finally happen, I want to be able to say that I squeezed all the juice out. So forgive me if I'm too busy, and I'm here, there and everywhere.
'Cause I'm busy squeezin'.