I miss racing.
I miss hating running while I was running because it hurt so bad, yet felt so good.
I miss running with 30,000 other people.
I miss taking hideous race photos.
I miss breaking my own records.
So, I made the decision last night to look for a race this year and go for a new PR. Not for anything else but my love and longing for a bad ass race.
I feel like I fell out of love with racing this last year, and I can’t quite grasp why. But I’m back! Yeah!!!