Yes it’s true.
I’m biting the bullet. It’s only taken about 56 days and this bullet has been a hard pill to swallow.
It’s weird, I thought I had come through all that 2020 was rather well. It’s all relative of course, but I considered myself one of the lucky ones. I mean if running out of things to watch on Netflix and eating all the iso cookies in one go is all you have to complain about during a world wide pandemic then you are doing pretty well.
I felt equal parts lucky and guilty when I managed to sneak my A race, The Old Ghost Ultra, in right before the declaration and subsequent lockdowns. When everything shut down, I still had a job and a home and my health and so did my family. As a relative introvert, I felt like I was build for this, that 2020 was my time to shine. Working from home really worked for me and having my minimal social life and running races cancelled wasn’t that big of a deal.
But when the restrictions started to lift and we could start to plan a life again, I hesitated. I’m not sure if it was trepidation that everything might be cancelled again or just flat out fear of the unknown but I stewed on it for longer than usual. Normally I’m there, January 1, with my list from last year, ticking off the boxes and starting that new list but this year I procrastinated and pondered and postponed. I didn’t know what I wanted to put my heart on the line for.
I still haven’t worked out what my new life and career goals will be (achieving things is truly scarier than I would have imagined) but my running goals for 2021 and 22 are in the can!
- Warby Trail Fest 50k (March)
- Brisbane Trail Ultra 110k (July)
- Heyson 115k (October)
- Tarawera Ultramarathon 100 mile (February)
Hope you’ll all come along for the ride.
I’ll post here every Sunday night with a recap of my training. I’m keen to get some structure back and not be so germaphobic and head back to the gym for weights and cycle class.
Of course I’m training with the fabulous kiwi’s over at Squadrun.
When I started this blog, I started it as a training diary for the inaugural Tarawera miler but a pesky injury got in the way. Let’s do better this time