Ah-MUSE Me

It’s been seh-ven weeks and two-ooooooh days

Since Pikes took his love away. . . Sing it, Sinead!

Oh yeah. Totally belting it out.

Oh yeah. Totally belting it out right now. You too, Sinead.

Absolutely NOTHING compares to Pikes, but I’m feeling a little bit of a need for a new muse lately. And, although you can’t go wrong with more Muse, I don’t mean the British-based band that totally rocked the Pepsi Center a few Wednesdays ago. What I do mean is a new running muse, but only temporarily, of course. Pikes knows my little running heart goes pitter-pat for him and him alone.

Easiest way to fix that is to pick an upcoming race, add it to the ol’ calendar, and start training. The hard part is that I don’t even want so much as a shadow of a thought about a race – not even a teeny tiny 5K - entering my brain for at least the next three months. What’s a nerd in running shoes to do?

Venture into uncharted running waters about which I’ve always been curious. That’s what. I’ve got a few things up on deck already:

  1. Running with the local chapter of Achilles International and Lending Sight. The two groups join forces to pair visually impaired and disabled runners and walkers with volunteer guides for a few laps around beautiful Wash Park on Monday nights.
  2. Volunteering with Girls on the Run of the Rockies, one of several Girls on the Run programs across the country that encourages positive emotional, social, mental, spiritual and physical development in girls ages eight to thirteen years through training for a 5K.
  3. Getting involved with City Running Tours, a company that pairs personalized and group running and tourism in several cities across the country. Mmm hmm. . . Could be fun!
  4. Try a new running group on for size. Tuesday nights at Wahoo’s Fish Tacos for one. Not to take the place of my beloved Irish Snug Running Club, mind you. The good ol’ ISRC, much like Pikes Peak, has my little running heart in the palm of its hand.

These oughtta do the trick to keep my lazy butt from planting itself on the living room couch all night, especially with the dark and cold nights of winter up ahead. Gotta keep moving! After all, my next Pikes Peak Marathon is only 311 days, 5 hours, 55 minutes, and 50 seconds. . .49 seconds. . .away.

Melissa Mincic, Ph.D., a long-time road and trail runner, conducts applied child development research and works to influence child development policy at the University of Denver. Follow Melissa on Twitter at @nerdinrunshoes.

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