This could be the opportunity for me to write a deeply philosophical post about the joys, challenges, and sorrows of running. It could be, but it isn't. I've already done that HERE and HERE.
|This is EXACTLY how I look when I experience the joys and challenges of running.|
|This is EXACTLY how I look when I experience the sorrows of running.|
It could be the post where I write about the camaraderie of a running club and how my running peeps keep me going. It could be, but it isn't. I've already done that HERE.
|This is EXACTLY how I look when I'm experiencing camaraderie.|
No, this post has nothing to do with these topics about running. Why am I running?
Because. . .
I'm racing a train!
|The Cuyahoga Valley Railroad: AKA My Racing Competitor|
I am a bit nervous about this race because I haven't hit ten miles in my recovery yet. I can do eight right now, so I believe I can get to ten before the race. Can I average a nine-minute mile right now? I don't think so, but you never know. Recovery has been slow because of the terrible weather, but I'm hoping to kick it up a notch in the next couple of weeks. Let's just say that I'd like to survive the race.
This race is just what I need to kick myself in the butt. It will be a fun opportunity to get back into the racing season, and best of all, the proceeds benefit the Conservancy for Cuyahoga Valley National Park. I am so grateful to live in an area that has so many cool opportunities for runners, and I'm glad that this fun race will give me the chance to give back a little bit.
I guess I can't flatten a train's tires, so I must now either think of other ways to sabotage that train, or sigh. . . actually train for the race.
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