Late last year, I posted a series of running goals on this blog. Then I posted a series of races I planned to run this year.
I'm a liar. I haven't run any of the races, and I doubt I'll attain any of the goals I set for myself, either.
I don't care. I've been running without injury for three months (with a two-week holiday in the middle). I'm logging about 40 miles a week and that feels good. There's a 5K on the calendar next month and it looms like a 50 miler. I'd like to break 18:30. But I'm not sure I have it in me yet. And that's ok, too.
The big debate in my head is whether to sign up for the Pikes Peak Ascent. It'll likely fill up soon, and so the clock is ticking. On the one hand, I've never done Pikes, and I've always wanted to do it. On the other, I'm not sure I want do it in a year when I know I won't race to my potential. But I would like to get out for a few races, and Pikes will serve as motivation to get moving.
I've set Monday as a deadline for myself to set an end date for my indecisiveness. Hopefully the race will still be open by then.