The problem with ‘putting yourself out there’ is that, well, not everyone wants you.
Take London for example. Not just one, but two rejections this year. London – you upped your game – well played.
Then there’s Berlin. Odds are higher, should be easier to get in.
‘You are not one of the lucky winners’.
Talk about kicking someone when they’re down. Ballots – you are not my friend.
So what races am I going to run next year?
I have a few up my sleeve. They may not be London or the ‘exotic’ Berlin (clearly I haven’t been), but they are still going to be big races in my books.
First, a marathon. After a bit of discussion on the best PB marathon course that will fit in with my other plans I have chosen Manchester.
It’s the same day as London so I will be completely distracted from the one that got away. Instead of moping about, glued to the tracker and wishing I was there I will be entirely focused on the Manchester finishing line. And most importantly, reaching that line in under 3hrs 45minutes.
It will be all ‘pace, pace, pace’ instead of ‘woe is me, pass me a tissue’.
Unless of course, it measures short again….
(Oh yeah, I went there. I’m sure they won’t make the same mistake twice though. Could you imagine!).
So here we go again. Another round of marathon training. But THIS time, it’s not about the distance. It’s about that clock.
Tick tock tick tock.