How often do you put all your proverbial eggs into one proverbial basket? I’d bet it’s more often than you think. Earlier this year I made the commitment. I wanted to hit a 3:30 marathon in Eugene. This would be a huge PR for me in this distance.
I’ve just never had a great marathon. The stars just never lined up that way. It’s no big deal, but then suddenly it was. I was so concerned with times instead of enjoyment. I told everyone about my big goal. I was afraid - but that’s when you know you’re on the right path, right?
It was a lofty goal, and possibly achievable, but at this point… my eggs are scattered. I was eager and hungry to snuggle back into the race community I am so familiar with. So, naturally I signed up for another race. The weekend before the Eugene Marathon.
Shit. Double race weekends? No big deal… I’ve done bigger weekends, three ultra-in a-row weekends. Piece of cake.
As the months tick by…I’m realizing maybe this isn’t going to happen the way I dreamed.
The race I’d signed up for is a hilly 50k in northern Oregon called the Tillamook Burn 50k. So…. a 3:30 after a hilly ultra? Possible, but unlikely for this girl. I’m more than OK with it.