For 2007, my race plans consist of:
Showing up at the RBF meetup at PF Changs in Phoenix in a couple weeks to meet fellow bloggers (but not running the HM)
Volunteering at Jess's Twin Peaks 50/50 in February (again, to meet some awesome bloggers - I know RunDMZ, the amazing hip, and of course Jess will be there - anyone else showing up that I get to meet???)
Crewing Olga at Zane Grey in April (my birthday trip/gift!) (this year, I won't be sweeping the trail afterwards; I'll be totally focused on all Olga :) ) Anyone else in blogland showing up to ZG that I'll get to see/meet?
Crewing/Pacing Jess at Javelina Jundred in October (woo hoo!!!) Again, anyone else planning on JJ100 yet?
Hopefully, making a trip up to the Pacific NW...more bloggers to meet!
Um, yeah, no actual races that I will be running (yet). Lots of volunteering, meeting folks, etc. But no actual racing. Why? Well, with this knee problem, I don't want to put pressure on myself to get the miles under my belt. With such dramatic life changes, I'm not sure how much or when I can train, either. I want to run for the joy of it, not for the pressure to finish a distance. I want balance in my life and joy. I want to savor the expression of running. Eventually, I'd like to run long again. I'd also like to try adventure racing; that looks like fun!
(Wait. There's an ultra relay in northern AZ I'm supposed to be doing at the end of March. More details soon.)
Much of my running this past year has been to prove that I can. To prove that I am kick-ass. To prove that I can do something grand. To show myself that I can move through pain. That I can set a goal and acheive it. To give me confidence. Ability.
Well, I proved all that and more to myself this last year; I met those goals.
For 2007, I have only one goal: to live mindfully and focus on balance. Okay, so maybe that's two goals. Oh, and inspired by mtnruR, I'd like to track some different stats. (Okay, any stats. Running log? Yeah, hasn't been happening.) So, I have three goals. Well, that doesn't sound nearly as impressive as < insert loud, echo-y voice > "I have only one goal..."
You get the point. (I hope.)
Right now? I'd like my streak of bad luck to end. King Midas in Reverse....houseitting for a friend, and the pilot light in the hot water heater goes out. It's dark and cold, I'm outside kneeling in the damp dirt with a headlamp on, desperately attempting to get this damn thing lit because I so wanted a hot bath (I don't have a bathtub in my tiny studio) when my mom calls to tell me she went to the doctor for a lingering couch and after the doc said there was nothing wrong with her lungs and made her get bloodwork, they discovered her white blood cell count was abnormally high (plus her cholesterol medicine is screwing up her liver, so she has to immediately stop that medicine, which means her cholesterol will skyrocket back up over 300); she goes back on Friday to be retested - we'll find out the results next week. I'm going with it's some sort of infection. (Although I recently heard about two different people who went in for un-urgent things (cough, sore throat) and came out diagnosed with cancer.) So the water heater still isn't fixed and the gas company won't come out to fix it and I'm sore from my run and none of my clothes fit because I've gained too much weight and I'm sick with a cold and a wisdom tooth is coming in and causing my bottom teeth to ache and get crooked again (there goes half the $5000 and 4 yrs spent on braces) and I had to take extra time off work today to meet the Qwest guy at my house because my DSL has been in and out (mostly out) for the last 5 days (short in the wire? poltergeist?). I'm grabbing the groceries from the car, overburdened with too much crap because I don't want to make more than one trip and a bird shits on me. A bird SHITS on me. Damn, is the universe trying to tell me something?! It's like adding insult to injury!
At least my DSL is fixed. And I'm meeting a contractor ("We do honey-dos!") to get the water heater checked out tomorrow (have to take more time off work). And the bird shit wiped off (and Paki says it's good luck....I'm not so sure about that...). And the cold medicine is (mostly) working. And only 5 more days till my friend returns and life can go back to normal and maybe I can get a hot bath and a hug.