A few posts ago, I did a little pulling of the cart before the horse. I almost deleted the post, but I'm keeping it there for a personal reminder years from now so I don't make that mistake again.
Trust me, it's not huge ... it was, instead, a matter of me nearly overcommitting to something. No big deal. Life and running moves along to other things.
But what are those other things?
I don't know ... sort of. Some days I don't care. Some days I feel motivated to sign up for a marathon.
In the past few weeks or so, I've been trying to figure out a fall race I'd like to do. Then I just can't seem to string together a week of good running. Life with two kids will do that to you.
In my past couple of runs, though, I've wondered why I'm so worried about a "big" race. I don't necessarily need to do one.
What's wrong with going through the motions of base mileage for a little while longer and browse around to see if a race excites me?
The excitement of racing needs to be there for me to commit. I have found a short-distance race toward the end of the year that I'll do (and announce soon), but going for a half marathon sounds draining.
I still want to try to sleep a little longer on Saturdays and Sundays while my 10-month-old creeps closer to an all-night pattern.
I'm using August as a planning month, but I'm also not making a promise to myself that I have to decide anything. I'm fine with waiting.