Three little letters sum up my 2011 Georgia Marathon/Half Marathon Race Report.
D. N. S.
I hadn't done the training. I am not enamored with distance running right now. I've been fighting sick for two weeks (enough so that I only ventured out this weekend to take Tyler to his soccer game.) I slept most of Saturday and quite a bit more on Sunday. I knew running this race would break my body down a lot further than I was ready for it to. I made my decision and I'm perfectly okay with it.
Sunday left me with my thoughts. What do I really want? Do I want another marathon? Do I even want a half? What do I want with triathlon? What do I want with my body/weight/health? What do I mentally want? Emotionally?
I feel like I'm forever changing my goals - re-evaluating what I want. That to me says, I'm never satisfied with what I set for myself. Because I'm never behind my goals, I never make real progress. I may make a little, until the next 'thing' attracts my attention. Really, it's just me spinning my wheels. No real progress over the last few years to speak of. That... Well, that just pisses me off.