A good friend of mine recently reminded me of the clarity and organization of thought that LISTS can provide. I don’t mean the kind of lists that have become the myriad of blue and gold Post-it Notes that have dictated my life since September:
I mean the kind of lists that help you to set longer term life goals rather than a mere weekend chore agenda that will inevitably include one or two remaining items come Monday morning. Lists that set the stage for the ‘bigger picture’ thinking needed to ensure a strong finish to reaching a goal. The kind of lists that serves as motivation.
So I gave it a ‘go.’ A list of races I’d like to run this year. Easy, right? Ha! Not so much.
Let me give you a little more context. Before I left the most practically perfect city upon which I will ever embark, I had a clear racing agenda. And I had a handful of awesome peeps to help me to check each race off the agenda. Up until I came to NC, my race agenda has always been chock-full of Rocky Mountain highs and some damn good microbrews.
Naturally, then, my ’2013′ racing list looks like this:
Every race except for the first (more to come on the Ragnar Relay Floriday Keys very soon!) takes place in the Denver metro area. Two have already been struck from my 2013 cut, as flight prices home for the month of March have proven too much for my feeble wallet these days. Enter GIANT SAD FACE here.
In fact, only two races are a definite ‘Yes’ for the remainder of the year – Jodi’s Race for Awareness, a 5K fundraiser sponsored by the Colorado Ovarian Cancer Alliance, and, of course, Pikes Peak. Jodi’s Race is a MUST this and every year (except 2011 since that was unfortunately the weekend before I started my first job in NC) to support a great friend and wonderfully spunky cancer survivor of eight plus years now, Nana. “We run for Nana Flora!”
And Pikes Peak? Well, I’m glad you asked. You will hear aaaaaaaall about Pikes Peak if you stay tuned to the blog. . .
Everything else on my list – and lots and LOTS of things in my head for at least the past two years – can be best summed up with a single symbol: ? I miss the mountains, Cheeseman Park, trail running just outside the city. I miss my family and friends. I miss home.
It’s only Tuesday, but it’s already been a long week.
Melissa Mincic, Ph.D., studies child development at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and is a long-time road and trail runner. Follow Melissa on Twitter at @nerdinrunshoes.