Well, despite all of my moaning and groaning post-race last year, tomorrow morning, I will do my second Charlottesville Women’s 4-Miler. Myself and I really had a firm debate just before the sign-ups went live. (I’m not sure where Me was; she didn’t engage.)
I asked Myself, “Are you signing up just because it’s the thing to do?”
Myself answered, “Um… maybe? But we walk 20+ miles a week, and do at least two walks over 4 miles every single week, so … why wouldn’t we sign up?”
So… we did. I made a stab at rounding up a JLC team, but … the start of a busy League year isn’t the time for the President to play team captain for a non-League event. The fab Newsletter Editor is coordinating a group photo, so maybe I’ll remember to hand someone my phone too, or I’ll steal a photo from our members-only Facebook page.
I am not excited about the race. Despite doing Cross Country and Track in my teens, I don’t love races. I thoroughly enjoy wogging – walking, running, whatever – with the fur-girls, but dogs aren’t welcome at this event. I’ve had a long week, haven’t eaten, hydrated or trained the way I would if I took racing seriously, but I’m showing up tomorrow anyway, because I can.
Just about everyone I know has someone close to them fighting a battle. So many people I know have health care cost concerns, above and beyond any medical issues. I’m healthy and can cover 4 miles at some respectable enough speed (even if I just walk), and my entry – and presence – will make a difference to a local breast care program. So tomorrow, I’ll be there, and I’m counting on the dynamic, energetic, delightful women of the JLC who are also showing up in the morning to get me started on the right foot.
And then, I’ll stop and get an egg, ham and cheddar on a raisin bagel for breakfast. If it’s not too hot when I get home, the girls and I will do another cool-down “lap” and if it is, I’ll let them drag me back out again near dusk.
What’s on your weekend agenda?
(Sorry… the old work computer and WordPress aren’t playing well together today, so no photos.)