Saturday, January 25, 2020

Good thing green and purple are my colours.

My thought process regarding any sort of major life decision is always a combination of why not / what’s the worst thing that can happen and a rather exuberant FUCK IT.

After joking that I wasn’t Dopey enough to do the Dopey, it became sort of a half-assed bucket list item. (It might be nice if I did a Dopey Challenge. Maybe in a few years.)

Then, I decided to do my first half marathon.

I’m not particularly pleased at how I did - I trained a lot harder, in hotter weather - but I didn’t get swept and that’s all I wanted out of the experience.

And now…

Why not try a full marathon? I know how to hydrate and fuel. I’ve been working hard and my first half proved I was capable of doing 13 miles. What’s another 13 more? What the worse that can happen? I don’t finish the race?

Ah, FUCK IT! I’m signing up for the Dopey. Go big or go home, right?

I’ve already done 45 miles this month and FRC’s Racery event just started, so I know I’m going to come close to that total in the next nine days ALONE. I kind of have another goal in the back of my mind to try and do at least 170 miles/month. That actually gets me to 2,040 miles over the course of the year, and I’d be happy with 2,020, but I like round numbers and 170 is better than 168.33333333333333333333.

2020 is going to kick my ass.

And I have a feeling I’m going to love every minute of it (when I’m not bitching loudly about my stupidity).