Over the past 6 months, I’ve been working to *simplify* my life. Eliminate things… chores, responsibilities, stuff… that are taking up to much time, space, energy, etc., so that I can focus on what is most important to me and what fulfills me on the deepest level. So I’m absolutely baffled as to why I feel more unorganized and unproductive as ever!
Case in point. My website has not been getting the attention I wish I could give it. This site, sharing my love of running, is such a huge passion and while it is very important to me (and because it doesn’t pay the bills), it often gets pushed to the back burner.
That said, I’m not going anywhere, anytime soon and I’m thankful for my faithful followers and readers that continue to visit even when I’m absent. So THANK YOU! It’s a work in progress. As I continue to weed out things in my life that don’t serve me anymore, I’m hopeful that I’ll have more time to be present here.
Last week, I had planned a post-race write-up about my experience at the Hippie Chick Half Marathon. I had the entire post pretty much written in my head by the time the race was over. As much as I would have love to share an in-depth recap about that race, I’ll tell you this: I learned some very valuable lessons. I won’t go into as much detail as I originally planned but I will summarize my experience in an attempt to save you the same self-defeating pain I caused myself.
The condensed version is this:
A week or so before Boston, a friend offered me a free race entry. Not one to pass up anything free (seriously!), I signed up with the intention of taking it easy and running with her for fun. Fast forward to race day. On the trip to the race, she asked me (very politely) to NOT run with her. I get it. Her reasoning was legit and I respected her for sticking to her own race plan. But it left me wondering what the hell I was going to do. It was 19 days post-Boston. Do you think I was smart and stuck to my original plan to take it easy, stick to a slower pace, and basically just enjoy the event? Of course not! I lined up right where I would have had my legs been fresh and I wasn’t still in recovery from a marathon 19 days earlier.
I kept up with the 7:30 pace group for oh, a mile. And then I crashed and burned and hated running and hated life and hated sunshine and hated fast runners that made it all look so effortless and fun and pretty much just hated everything for an hour and 50 minutes.
Needless to say, not my best race. I will note that I cheered up when I got my free mimosa afterwards.
Barefoot Bubbly mimosa.
Some valuable lessons:
- Honor your body and your body’s ability to perform in the days, weeks, and months after a major event. I was not ready to race. It’s different for everyone but do what is best for YOU!
- If you have a race plan in mind, stick to it. Don’t allow yourself to get sucked into the energy and excitement of the event. I know I would have enjoyed it so much more had I not tried to “race”.
- Due to my plan to take it easy, I did not prepare for race day like I typically would in the days leading up to the event. I ate poorly, probably consumed way too much wine, and didn’t take it seriously. Regardless of your goals, for the sake of enjoying the experience, treat the days leading up to an event like you would a goal race for the pure sake of making it pleasant.
- Shake it off. (Shake it off, shake it off!). Once I crossed the finish line. I was over it. (The mimosa helped too!) I chose to not dwell on my performance and instead take note and learn from the lessons on the course that I thought were mistakes. It’s all a part of the process.
Despite my own performance, the Hippie Chick Half Marathon (they also offer a Quarter Marathon) is a great event. The weather has been nice all three years I’ve done it and I love the energy of the female-only event celebrating mother, daughters, sisters, friends, etc. This year was the first year the event was managed by the Better Series after purchasing several Run with Paula events and I thought they did a great job! (Especially because in years past they only offered a post-race beer. I much prefer the mimosas!)