I’ve been trying to figure out how I feel about participating in races ever since the Staten Island half marathon this weekend. At the end of the race, I plopped myself onto the grass and buried my head in my hands and decided races are not for me anymore.
And I still feel that way. I still feel like I don’t want to do any more races because I’m in downward spiral of terrible runs that just keeps getting worse.
And I would’ve gladly deferred all the races I’m currently registered for, except I finished talking with my mom this morning and she had to go open her big fat mouth and now I can’t defer, NOW I HAVE TO DO THE MARATHON JUST BECAUSE SHE SAID I COULDN’T.
Thanks for nothing, mom, if you’d just been a little more supportive I could’ve called it a day on this one.