Spooky Runfessions

I runfess that... this October felt like the longest month ever. You feel me? Between the second--or third wave of COVID, does it even matter?-- and the election, I am just drained. More than ever, I am so grateful for running. As per usual, the end of the month signals the opening of the runfessional, courtesy of Marcia's Healthy Slice. It seems like I always have things to runfess! 

Let's get to it.

I runfess that while I signed up for a live 5k, slated for next Saturday, November 7, my participation is doubtful. While preparing this post, I received an email about packet pickup. There is no race day packet pickup and the closest pickup site is in the south loop in Chicago. On Sunday. My husband and I had a planned trip to the lake this weekend--do I give it up so I can go pick up a packet for a 5k? I've reached out to the race and am waiting to hear back from them to see if they will allow me to pick up my packet race day morning. Stay tuned.

As much as I love the thought of running another live race, I runfess that I didn't sign up for a local trail race because of the cost and the swag. For $50, runners got a backpack and a decal. I'd rather have a t-shirt. Plus, because of the pandemic, there's no after race chili and beer. Sigh.

After my 10 mile run last Saturday, I received an email from Strava that said I was the local legend!  I runfess that I don't even know what that means and even worse, I don't even care! Is anyone going to try to beat me? You know that I'm competitive and all, but this is just silly! BUT WAIT!!! Just in time for a late breaking edit, as I was preparing to publish this post, I received notification that 'Spike McSweetness' stole my crown and is now the new local legend. Fame is indeed fleeting...

I don't care, do you?

As most of you are probably aware, all this month, I've been running for breast cancer awareness. I'm donating a dollar for every mile I run this month to the Lynn Sage Cancer Research Foundation. I have also been wearing pink for every run and workout this month. I hate to runfess it, but I am sick of wearing pink. Can I runfess that? Because really, wearing pink is such small gesture to help bring awareness to all the women (and men) fighting this disease. After the pink is gone, let's not forget about all the cancer warriors out there!

Didn't you get the memo?

I runfess that I saw this sticker on a car in the Target parking lot and wondered what race was 45.2 miles. I'm pretty good at figuring out the oddball numbers: 39.3, 70.3, 140.6. Even 0.0. This one stumped me. Then I found out what it meant. Can you?

Looks like I need to get a 46.1 sticker.

Would you skip a trip out of town to pick up a race packet for a 5k? Does swag influence your decision to participate in a race? Do you chase segment records on Strava? Ever seen an odd number on a race sticker? Have you been pinking out for October? Will you join me in supporting the Lynn Sage Breast Cancer Research Foundation?

I'm linking up with Marcia for Runfessions and with Fridays with Fairytales and Fitness.