I thought I would take this week’s Wrist to Forehead Sunday post to spend a little time dithering on the computer screen about the latest decision I am angsting over (I know, angsting is not a word, but I just can’t think of the word I want): Should I or should I not run the Boilermaker 15K?
I have looked at the calendar and I have enough time to build up my run time to where I like it to be. In fact, I even have some wiggle room if I utilize my maxim of, “If you can run for one hour, you can run for two; just don’t stop.” I want to start running again. It is a good idea to have a goal to work towards. I can get a lot of good blog posts out of it. It is a great Mohawk Valley thing to do. The Boilermaker falls right in the middle of my employer’s two week shut-down in July.
Those are the pros.
There are a hell of a lot of people running the Boilermaker. I hate crowds. Getting my runner’s packet is another fairly intimidating crowd scene for me. I cannot be as lazy and irresponsible about taking car of myself on my vacation. (Oh, I know, that last one is probably a good thing, especially at my age. As if YOU always do the right thing for your body!) Transportation to and from the race is often a problem.
Those are a few of the cons. I could probably think of more, but do I want to talk myself into this or out of it?
I asked the Magic 8 Ball I gave my husband Steven for his birthday, and it said I should. Of course that is not a quote. I asked multiple times, and although a couple of times it told me to ask later or said the answer was unclear, it never directly said not to. No, I am not relying on a novelty toy for my answer. I wasn’t even doing the thing of, “It’ll tell you what you really think, because you will be elated or disappointed by the answer.” I just thought it would be fun. You know how I like to get silly.
So now I shall open the floor to my lovely readers. What do you think?
One other question: When you saw the headline, did you think I was talking about hot dogs? Hmmm… I could go for a hot dog. Fried or grilled, though, not boiled. Happy Sunday, folks.
Mohawk Valley Girl 