I came to two hard decisions today.
The big tree must go at the French Place house. The cracks have widened, it’ll come down eventually (probably where we wouldn’t want it to come down), and so I need to say the words, “take the tree out,” and pay the exorbitant amount of money to have it removed.
I will not do the Longhorn Half Ironman.
I had thought that I would do it for fun and as a paid training day, but the truth is I haven’t done the workouts necessary for me to not stress about it. Had I ridden the course a couple weeks back when I intended to, I think I would go ahead and do it. But we’ll be out of town next weekend, and to date, I simply haven’t ridden the miles I should’ve ridden, nor have I swum the swims I should have.
And honestly, I look at those things right now as very unpleasant chores, whereas I am eager to run and excited to do those workouts. There’s no point in me obsessing over the next two weeks and pushing myself through the race. I have too much respect for the event to just go out and do a piss-poor job.
Missing the race will be my first ever DNS (“Did Not Show”), which pains me greatly.
While both of these decisions are right and necessary, they sure put me in a shitty mood.
I am not happy about either one.