![]() ![]() Plus, plus, plus, I’ve decided that I don’t have to run any of these races with any great haste I just have to get from the start to the finish on my own two feet. Plus, plus, the rest of New England should be fairly easy. Plus, if my plans hold, I’ll knock Massachusetts off during the upcoming retreat. With 44 states left and, realistically, at best, 25 more prime running years, that’s less than two races per year. I love the Pittsburgh and the Wineglass weekends, mind, but it’s time to see something new. While I’ve run a bunch of half-marathons total, many of them have been the same race over a series of years. When I isolated races that started with pinning on a number and ended with a medal, there were six. Mostly, though, a woman’s got to have a quest in this life and I can think of very few reasons why this shouldn’t be mine.Īt first, I figured I’d already knocked out at least ten states, given all of the places I’ve run because of AMR. I looove to travel and haven’t seen anywhere near enough of the U.S. Running a couple of half marathons every year seems like it’s within my reach. ![]() I poo-poo’d it at first, because I am a poo-poo’er by nature, but the idea is starting to grow on me. In a text chain, a BAMR friend floated the idea of running a half in every state. That may change, mind you, but right now, I’m good with ambling along. I discovered during this weekend’s long run that I still have the speed and focus for one zippy mile but maintaining two zippy miles is a non-starter. For now, the idea of trying to beat my PR (did you know I just set a new PR?) makes me want to throw up a little bit. I’ve been thinking a lot about what comes next. ![]() The smell alone pulls you to the finish line. The race ends with a grilled chicken lunch.
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