On August 2nd, 2014, I ran a Race That Never Happened. This race got into my head so badly, that I blame it for every bad race, or race I've walked in, ever since it happened.
You may have heard that runners are superstitious. Typically, that means clothes, shoes, a good luck charm. I have all those, too. But my stubbornness, my willpower, and my Mojo all took a hit that day that I honestly don't feel I've fully recovered from.
This race is coming up again in about a week. I'm signed up. I'm dreading it. I'm honestly freaked out I can't run the entire thing and will damn myself to another year of poor performance and damaged Mojo.
It sounds melodramatic. I know.
So much depends on this race.