I have a surprise for you today. Because I’ve written a race report that nobody saw coming… Even me, to an extent.
Admittedly, I started writing this ‘introduction section’ which I’m calling Part One a week and a half ago, with nervously shaking hands and shallow breath. Because I had an inkling about what might happen and I wanted to document some of the crazy thoughts I had in the lead-up.
Even though I had no intention of sharing such information until today, just in case I chickened out.
Chickened out of what? You ask. Be patient, I reply, I need to build it up.
You see, I accidentally found a race I wasn’t ready for. And even though I knew it was ridiculous, I couldn’t get it out of my head. I woke up at 2am thinking about it, night after night after night. As I sat typing emails at work, dramatic and crystal-clear visions of the race interrupted my thoughts ominously. I had butterflies in my stomach and a tingling in my toes whenever I thought about it.
This accidentally-found race, I felt, was calling to me.
I must reiterate: I wasn’t searching for another race. I didn’t need a ridiculous challenge. Regular readers will remember that I was (am!) already engrossed in training for a momentous running race: in fact the Sunshine Coast Half Marathon was only 40 days away when I sat myself down to begin writing this prelude to the race report. Today there are just 4 weeks to go until that highly-anticipated event.
I already have enough on my plate.
And let’s not forget that I find comfort in sticking to the training plan I map out, which allows me to follow logical and progressively harder steps that I set myself to gradually reach bigger goals. That’s the smart way to train.
It would seem ridiculous, then (and totally stupid, probably) to skip some steps and sign up for a 26.4km trail run, which would take me over 3 hours to complete this morning. Ridiculous.