After everything was said and done, I did still really want to do the SUPathlon. I knew it was ridiculous to boycott just based on my stubborn pride and jilted emotions – I DID preface and post-script with “I’m crazy” disclaimers, remember?
It would have been fun, yes, even despite the big fat monster crow I’d have to eat if I did it. But it would have also been a bit of a logistical nightmare borrowing a board, somehow transporting it 2+ hours each way without roof racks, getting a hotel, etc. Weighing my options I decided to look to see if there was anything else a little “easier” going on that weekend I might want to do instead. If not, I’d sign up to SUP-run.
I found Race for the Rescues and immediately registered. I’m such a sucker for animals in need.
It’s put on by a local company, benefits the county animal shelters, is practically in our backyard, and looks like a fun day all around. If we weren’t going to be out of town I’d do the one in Pasadena next weekend as well.
from The Rescue Train’s FB page
On top of warm fuzzies and “Brian we could TOTALLY adopt another dog!”, I was also swayed by the chance to redeem my miserable performance at the Cleveland 10k earlier this year. It was a crapshoot all around and came with the following very familiar quote:
“but truthfully I have no desire to run another 10K anytime soon.”
– Sarah OUaL, May 23, 2013
Five months is apparently the current lead time for race-amnesia.
So on November 10th I’ll be in Irvine running 6.2 miles with the promise of adorable adoptable dogs waiting to lick the sweat salt off my legs pulling me to the finish. And probably trying to smuggle one out in my spike bag.
Guess I should figure out how to run fast again. And try to convince Brian to enter Chico and Frankie into the 1K doggie race…
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