My friend Jackie and I ran the Route 66 Half-Marathon this morning. We had a pretty good run. The weather was just about perfect — warm enough to be comfortable, but overcast enough to keep us cool — and we saw some really pretty trees as we ran through the neighborhoods in midtown.
I’ve been pretty lackadaisical about my running the past few years — I’ve been content to pace rookie half-marathoners and all-night ultramarathoners and log a few junk miles here and there when the mood strikes — but I started looking over some of my old race results last night, and I think maybe it’s time to quit resting on my laurels and start pushing myself again. I’m not sure whether that means aiming for another full marathon, chasing a faster half, or stalking a PR in a 5K, but I think I’m about to find out. The prospect of some fast 5Ks sounds really tempting.