The DNS Run
I ditched a race today. Instead of a “did not finish” (known as DNF), I went with the DNS: “did not start.”
Admittedly, I’ve felt a bit mediocre this week, but not really bad enough to skip it. I was feeling pretty ambivalent about it… well, ever since I signed up for it. (Hello, peer pressure! Help the schools and give us money to run the race!) But in the three weeks since my blah performance at the Livermore Half, I just haven’t had any urge to run.
So when my friend who I hadn’t seen in weeks texted last night to say that they’d be at the coffee shop this morning, I opted to bail. And in spite of my must-follow-through guilt, I can’t even begin to tell you how relieved I felt.
This morning, The Assistant and I walked to breakfast. He went with his friend for a morning play date, and The Husband and I went for a 4.7-mile hike on the ridge, 1,032 feet elevation gain. And as I looked out over the valley, I realized that even on a hot day like today, I’d rather do a steep hike than a run.
So where does this leave me? I’m really not sure. Obviously I’m going to need to find my next thing, but for right now I feel like I’m lost without a map. I won a month of unlimited Muay Thai classes at The Assistant’s Brazilian jiu-jitsu gym, but I’m not sure that I have the skills or balance to tackle something that involves a partner and sparring. Time will tell.