This morning, I was lying in bed thinking about how if this were last year, I would’ve been getting to a start line in about 3 hours for something around race #44. What?!
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been working out a ton lately. (Yeah, marathon training!) So, I’m not surprised that I love running (and walking) and wanted to do it every week.
But seriously?! All those early mornings. All that traveling.
At the time it just seemed normal. I mean, it seemed somewhat tiring now and again. But generally, it just seemed like “Of course I’m going to a race. This is my project this year. And that’s what happening.” I sometimes wondered why people thought it was a big deal. I was all, “Yeah, it’s cool and all. But it seems somewhat normal to me.”
But now that my life has kind of settled, and I’m not doing anything crazy like that this year, I’m like, “How in the heck did that year happen?” It just seems so tiring! And I’m a bit in disbelief in this moment that it happened.
Although, I’ll admit, it was super fun. And I would do something like it all over again in a heartbeat.