One thing that’s funny to me is that I wasn’t even supposed to be here this weekend. I was gonna go back to Los Angeles.
…I’m a legacy runner at The New Year’s Race. Last year, they had a 19 mile option (half plus 10k). This year, because of construction, they only had a 10k & 5k option… I would’ve still been willing to do it… Originally, I thought I was gonna have the whole week off. So, I’d have a chance to see friends and go to the dentist, and do all that stuff that makes going to LA super worth the trip…
But then thankfully, I kept getting extended at work. So, before you knew it, I was only gonna be in LA I think, basically 24 hours. I was barely gonna get to see anybody. And flying all the way across the country just to do a 9-mile race started to seem so silly.
Of course I would’ve loved to have gone and seen as many people as I can… But it just didn’t make sense, really. If it were a race I loooooved and adored – if it were the SF Marathon (where I do an event every year, because that race is my favorite), I would’ve figured out a way.
…But to do it just because of stubbornness, or guilt, or whatever it is that made me so worried about losing my “legacy” status at this race… I was like, “I think I just have to start letting some of these LA things go. It was great while I was there full-time. I will absolutely hang on to Rock ‘n’ Roll LA for as long as possible…. But I think this New Year’s run has gotta go now.”
Also, it’s so weird how life works out, in the sense that, randomly, this time around, a lot of my friends ended up being super busy, or sick, or out-of-town and such that weekend – so I wouldn’t have had a super fruitful trip to LA anyway. (AND I heard from some people who did the race and apparently it wasn’t anything to write home about. (Sorry. Not trying to hate on the run, but with all the construction downtown and stuff, you get the gist.))
And this is where I’ll finish out tomorrow!