Right before heading out to work this morning I received a call from work. “It’s going to be slow today – take the day off.” Cool. That means I can get some chores done (not the fence. Anything but the fence), like register for the Umstead Marathon. Which I just did. And now I’m posting about it. This makes at least three, probably four marathons in 2011, all before mid July. Why oh why am I doing this? Read on, Macduff.
1. Charleston January 15. This course is flat as a pancake without berries, chocolate chips, or bacon chunks. It’s a great opportunity for me to see how fast I can cover the distance. I’m training with the intent to qualify for Boston, but fully understand that everything would have to be pretty close to perfect for that to happen. PS, depending on weather, I might be wearing the aqua socks. Side note: there’s a good chance that my aqua sock races will be faster than my barefoot races because I run faster when it’s cold. I’m sure some might interpret that as I need shoes to run my fastest, but whatevs. I hate the cold more than I care.
2. Umstead March 5. I’m running this one because of peer pressure. And the cool beer glass:
This one will definitely be with the aquas – “pea gravel” isn’t fun barefoot, but feels great through a thin sole of rubber. I’m a libertine hedonist first, barefooter second.
3. Blue Ridge April 16. Here’s why:
Blue Ridge Marathon: America’s Toughest Road Marathon from Pete Eshelman on Vimeo.
4. Grandfather Mountain July 9 (I think). This is the wild card. I’ll run this one if I have any fumes left in the tank. Reason? Tradition, I guess. I’d like to try not to bonk next go-round. And since ac and Shannon have convinced me to sign up for Umstead, I think the blogosphere should pressure them to give Grandfather a shot.
Aside from not bonking, the only race I’m focusing on finishing fast as opposed to finishing well is Charleston. The other three are beautiful environments I just want to run in.
So is this all too much? Possibly. Some people run a marathon practically every day. I don’t know what kind of runner I am yet. Only one way to find out – run what I want, how I want, and hope for the best.
OK, enough typing. Time to take the dogs out for a hike.
