Happy New Year everyone. You rock!
Oh, yeah, I quit running.
I should have quit a long time ago.
I should have quit long before Edwin quit.
I'm going to change the name of this blog to ihaterunningevenmorethanjoe.blogspot.com.
I was running the Seabrook trails yesterday, and I could feel my left foot beginning to hurt like it did during the NYCM , but this time after only two miles, so I thought, "I'll just finish up this loop, it will be six miles, and I can wear my custom insoles for a couple days and I'll start feeling better and I can run again." But then I had the brilliant idea that I should just quit.
It seems clear now that I start to have foot problems when I'm running a lot and gain a few pounds at the same time. That was the case at the peak of marathon training for the NYCM, and that's the case now, with the holidays and everything. I should have taken some more time off after the NYCM, like I had planned. But I was disappointed in my time, and I thought I'd try to get back up for the Houston marathon. But I haven't gotten the long runs in, so I thought, maybe, I'll just push the schedule back a little bit and run the Austin marathon, or Surfside marathon, or Seabrook marathon. But I think, instead, I'll just quit.
Why should I train so much? I might set PRs, and one day I might be able to run half as fast as elite runners. But it doesn't matter, it's not like I'm inspirational in some way. Nobody's inspired by healthy men in the back of the pack, expectations of us are so much higher.
I hate New Years Day. It's by far my least favorite day of the entire year. Where's my "Art of Feeling Good" book? I can't find it.
Rock on. I'm not gonna rock on though, because I quit.