The weekend sucked and was kinda awful. There was an incident on Friday where I just utterly failed as a potential parent to my girlfriend’s kid. Then the dog slipped his collar and disappeared so I utterly failed as a dog parent as well. I missed my race because I was up too late Friday night (close to midnight) driving around in the dark looking for the dog and up way too early Sat morning driving around looking for the dog. I’ve only been training for this race for months and it was an A race for me but no biggie. Not the least bit upset. I did eventually find the dog around lunchtime Sat so I got him back at least. I’m still pissed at having to DNS the race though. Looking at the results the time I was targeting for my A goal would’ve put me 3rd from last in my age group anyway. Had I blown up and trucked in to a > 1:55 time for this 10 miler I would’ve been in last place. Maybe it’s for the best. I did make some awesome mac and cheese in the insta pot though. That counts for something right?

This Thanksgiving week I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m doing my last race of the year on Thanksgiving day. It’s just a 5k and I’ve done no 5k training so I’m not really in any shape to aim for a PR there. Will probably just phone it in and make peace with the fact that this year really sucked racing wise. No PRs of any kind at any distance. A whole lot of missed running goals. Maybe my racing career is more or less over. I’ve honestly not done any big race since Jan 2022. Something has always come up and maybe the universe is telling me something. Something to think about while pounding out 4-5 miles today.