I had friends run the 10-miler today. There was a time when I made any race in the Austin area (and a lot outside of Austin); I’ve even raced both days on the weekend. But lately, and by lately I mean the last two years or so, I’ve had no interest in the road racing scene.
I’ve done almost no racing. The last year I did a bunch was I guess ’05, when Cathy and I managed to do a marathon a month for five months or so (Pikes Peak Marathon in August, Inks Lake in November, White Rock in December, Bandera 50K in January, Freescale in February). Interspersed in all that were really long trail runs, IBM 10K (disaster–I fell at the start), a disasterous Motive (we’d run 24 miles on the trails out at Bastrop State Park the day before–it was a great half for Crabby Old Jaws but I sucked), and Government Canyon 50K, which would’ve been another ultra but I stopped after the first loop, a planned DNF.
On one hand, it bugs me that I have so little motivation to race. Seems like I should be out there, pushing myself and working more speed. On the other hand, I am pushing myself in a variety of ways. I’m PRing the things I’m doing. And I’m trying some different things (the bike rides, which are fun).
Maybe I just think too much.