1. Oh, Fleet Feet, why do you do this to me?
I really, really, really do not need to run this race. I have up to seven races already on my calendar for the first half of the year, and goodness knows I don’t need to add Race #8, especially considering the fact that I ran 10 races total last year.
Assuming I run the Chicago Marathon, the Chicago Women’s Half Marathon will be right at the beginning of my marathon training cycle, which means I’ll only be up for doing the 5K of this race instead of the half. It’s $40, which is a blatant violation of my $10/mile rule.
But the February registration swag! According to the fine print, all of those goodies are worth $25…which means I could pretend like I’m paying $15 for the race and $25 for the presents.
Also, once marathon training starts I don’t expect to run many races during those 18 weeks, which, for someone who’s gotten used to a at-least-once-every-other-month sort of racing schedule, is a long time to go without racing (by which I really mean running…let’s not fool ourselves into thinking I’m generally competitive in these things). So that means I can kind of justify this…maybe….
Good thing I still have three weeks to make up my mind.
2. As I’ve made perfectly clear, I’m in the midst of turning myself into a dancing machine and as such am in a hip hop class and two breakdancing classes. Obviously. Taking these three classes has taught me two important life lessons
Lesson #1: I can’t be the best–or honestly, even simply good. Or decent. Or mediocre–at everything.
Lesson #2: I am a TERRIBLE breakdancer.
Oh my goodness, you guys. There’s nothing like a twice-weekly major blow to your ego to keep you humble. I could hold my own for the first couple of breakdancing classes, but both my teachers have felt the need to, you know, progress as the weeks have gone on, while my skill level is firmly stuck in week one. It doesn’t help that I’m in a class with a former gymnast and someone who clearly practices (which I don’t…which is definitely part of my problem, but man, ain’t nobody got time for that. I’m busy Best Body Bootcamping and stretching and foam rolling and swimming and running and practicing hip hop. I can’t do everything, y’all).
My biggest issue as of late have been handstands. My successful handstand experience is strictly limited to pools, and, as it turns out, the air isn’t quite as generous in holding you up as water. While my classmates can get up on their hands without any trouble (AND WALK AROUND THE ROOM ON THEIR HANDS WITHOUT ANY TROUBLE. Showoffs.), I’m busy flopping around like a fool desperately trying to not break my neck/wrist/arm/body in general.
In shame, I’ve now regressed to tripods in an effort to convince my body that it’s okay for my head to be where my feet normally go. I’m practicing (the horror!) them safely behind closed doors and surrounded by pillows, because nothing say “hardcore breakdancer” quite like pillows.
I’m a disgrace.
3. Someone in Advancement at my alma mater deserves a raise.
Isn’t that clever? I mean, I had every intention of giving to my college anyway, so it’s not like this had much effect on my decision, but I thought it was a smart way to not be all, “Remember that one time you gave us hundreds of thousands of dollars? Yeah. That wasn’t enough. Give us more plz.” Plus they included a window cling with my graduation year on it in the note just for funzies, which I thought was a nice touch.
I mean, I did get this because I gave as a senior…and we also got a different window cling with our graduation year on it for giving then…and I also don’t have a car, so it’s not like I have much use for my new or old window clings. But still. It’s the thought that counts.
Are you easily convinced to do something for swag? Like entering races, for example. Or donating money to your college.
Ever tried something to discover you’re really, really, inherently bad at it?