In setting my goals for the year, and thinking about some things I'd like to accomplish in 2012, I failed to take into account that I'll have to make several east coast trips between now and September. And the emotional and physical energy those trips will require is intense. And at some point this spring or summer I'll need to find a job that will accommodate my travel schedule.
And then I kind of panicked. And I kissed my training plan, and the hope of a summer half marathon, goodbye. I decided I'd hold off on making any commitments this year until the fall, when I'll hopefully be settled in a job and will no longer lead the jet-setting lifestyle required to do my part in selling my parents' house.
And then I got really angry about putting my life on hold for another year. And then I forked over a really hefty registration fee. I love this race, and though I've scoped out the really flat bike course as part of a relay team, I've never tackled it myself. I'll have a shiny new bike by June (well, by February if all goes as planned), and I'm ready for a new challenge. Or at least I'm hoping I don't come in last. Or fall off my bike.
Calm before the butterflies...
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