OK, so I stole the title of this post from a book I've never read. Apparently it's a book told from a dog's point of view. Not totally relevant to my life right now. I'm not a dog. However, it appears that tomorrow -- yet again -- I will need to focus on the art of racing in the rain. Here's the forecast for when I expect to be racing:
Unlike Mr. Ruskin's quote up there, I do not find rain refreshing or snow exhilarating. There is definitely such thing as bad weather. The way I like to look at it is that if I race in this muck, that just makes me all the more badass. And a badass mentality is not a bad thing to have looking forward to the training coming up.
I am a little concerned that my first trail race will be in this hideous weather. On the other hand, I have no real expectations about the race -- I'm going to do my best and enjoy it (the best I can). I signed up because it was something different, close to home, and lots easier logistically than doing Shamrock, which is the race I did last year at this time.
As far as expectations, my training for the race has gone well, and if I can stay (relatively) injury free during my HIM training, I'm hoping to be in good shape to get closer to my half-mary PR later this fall. But that's looking way too far ahead right now. One day at a time. One step, one pedal, one stroke - just keep striving.
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