This was going to be a post about my Hot Chocolate 15K (a good run), my turnaround on the butt thing (how my fave guy, Pete Emerson gave me the cure), and some Chicago Marathon thoughts. I also figured I'd include some pre NYC Marathon thoughts. It's not, however, going to be about any of those things. Today, I put on my Big Boy Pants, and cancelled my New York Marathon trip.
It wasn't fun, but it makes sense. If I were younger, skinnier, tougher, I might go ahead and run on my crappy mileage, the six weeks of real training I missed because of the butt thing, and the lack of significant long runs and just tough it out.
Unfortunately, I am NOWHERE near where I had hoped to be and I simply cannot, with any kind of adult conscience, drop the two grand this trip would cost on "Gee, I hope that maybe I can finish under five hours." I am not happy about it, but I actually feel like an adult at this moment and every once in awhile, that's a good thing.
So, maybe another time, New York (although probably not really).