There is a running ghost I carry on my back.
From the Rock N Roll Half Marathon.
The 13.1 mile race – the longest distance I actually race. (The marathon I just run).
For the past 3 years I have been unable to meet my goals at the Rock N Roll, which for my area, is always in the Fall.
3 years ago I set two goals – to go faster than my last half and to break 1:50. I went 47 seconds faster, but finished with a time of 1:51:08.
2 years ago I set out for 1:52 or under. I gave it everything I had and was completely bummed to see the effort I thought I was giving produce a 1:55:59
Last year I should have skipped. But was oh so sad to think I would not be able to run in one of my favorite , yet unpredictable, races. But I ran, with my foot completely taped to help a freshly diagnosed heel spur. If you have ever run injured, you know the complete frustration and sadness in wanting to perform, but being dragged down. 2:10.
I got the one month countdown email today, and I am stoked. This race has plagued me. Haunted me. Bothered me! In my head I am already at the start, bouncing back and forth thinking, “Shoot the horn, shoot the horn, shoot the horn – let me go, let me go, let me go!” I’m chompin at the bit!
I want to chase those ghosts, I want to chase those demons – I want to RUN! And I am oh so excited to try this course again and do well!