Not sure if it’s all the Eli-chasing I’m doing these days or the 30+ miles of commuter cycling, but I just haven’t felt much like running. It’s pretty normal for me to have an on-again, off-again relationship with my running shoes. But after running the Bolder Boulder in May, I started researching a new race to run and realized that I just wasn’t that into it.
Three months later and I’m missing it.
I decided to check out some local races and as it turns out, you just have to complete the race registration and pay the really high because I’m registering so late race fee and BAM!
Motivation restored. I’ve always believed that it only starts to feel real when you put some money on the line.
We’re returning to a familiar race this fall, the Boulder Backroads half-marathon. Or what used to be called Boulder Backroads and now with some rebranding and a new sponsor, looks to be the Rudi’s Organic Boulder Half-Marathon.
Sigh. Whatever. Just make sure there’s some good beer at the finishing line.
This was the first race Adam and I ever ran together (look how cute and young we are!) not to mention the first race I ever ran back when I first moved to Boulder almost ten years ago.
I love the course. (That means it’s flat. And fast.)
I love the scenery. (Horses are my spirit animal.)
I love the timing of the race. (Seven weeks to get ready? No problem!)
I love the date of the race. (Late October! Could be snowing!)
I love the start of the race. (Approximately 6 miles from my house!)
I love my training partners. (Duh.)
And I love that I finally have something to train for again.
Funny how that whole goal-setting thing works.