A few months ago I came up with some arbitrary numbers, associated them with common race distances, and coined them goals. I really tried to want them. I even wrote a passionless blog about them. But, they were never more than numbers on a computer screen. For some unexplainable reason I’m naturally motivated towards particular achievements and can’t get off my lazy bum for anything else – just ask my mom, it drives her cray cray. What race could honestly challenge Olympic hype anyway? None.
At least that’s what I thought, until fall marathoning happened… or didn’t happen (NYC). Needless to say, I’ve realized puppies are actually a lot of work; instead I’m going to marathon.
Disclaimer: Running is hard. And I’ve decided to discontinue puppy-sitting, not actually throw away the puppy.