I just got too busy and stopped writing. Once I was working full time again, blog posting slid a bit down the list and then fell off altogether. And it might just stay off, but for now:
Yesterday at noon, NYRR kicked off the full-on insanity of the Brooklyn Half Marathon sign up. Despite doubling the capacity to 15,000 runners, NYRR reported the race sold out just before 9:00 pm. I think Brooklyn is a fun race and I enjoy finishing on the Coney Island boardwalk, but 15,000 or so spots in 9 hours was pretty stunning to me. (I wonder what the manageable limit is for a race like this. Can they handle 25,000? 50,000? NYRR's genius seems to be logistics; I'll be excited to see what they can do over time.)
I wrote something last year about falling apart during the Brooklyn Half and getting sick on the course. I know that my writing about running is not especially insightful or deep; I don't really try for anything more than a record of my experience. This--like most blogging, I reckon--makes it an essentially narcissistic act. I get that. I don't really have the eloquence to talk about running as a path out of adversity or an effective palliative for stress or anxiety. I can't find a way to draw parallals between the challenges of training, injury, recovery, and racing that strike me as thoughtful or interesting as some of you can be. Forgive me that. If this is objectionable to you, please move along.
I'm having a difficult relationship with running. I too often expect running to give me what I need without doing the work: stretch and strengthen, be thoughtful about the training, don't take it for granted. I want my 70-80 mile weeks on my own terms but I have to accept that there's more I need to do. I may be slow to learn these truths, but I am getting there.
Blessedly, it was only 30 degrees this morning when I ran through the Fieldston hills. I know it will be too warm soon, but I will take this brief chill as a gift and appreciate it while it's here. It's an exciting spring for running and I come to it with enthusiasm and a willingness to try again.