For the past six years, I’ve woken up on the 4th of July morning and did what 60,000 other people did – ran the Peachtree Road Race.
This year, I’m not. It’s not for any big reason other than I didn’t get chosen for the lottery. It’s sort of ridiculous. Out of 62,000 people who entered, I was one of the 2,000 who didn’t get in. And to make matters worse, I didn’t get in last year either!
The reason I was able to run last year was that it’s fairly easy to find a number. I was able to get one from a friend who couldn’t run and a blog reader actually offered hers to Jason, since she couldn’t do it. All it really takes is some facebook status updates, tweets or emails and you’ve got yourself a number. But this year, I just didn’t really care to make the effort.
The Peachtree is a great Atlanta tradition, don’t get me wrong. But it’s not really a fun race. It’s extremely hot and extremely crowded. If you choose to run and you’re not in the front couple of start waves, you’re basically weaving in and out of walkers the entire time. Then, at the end, there’s a mile uphill walk to the MARTA station.
I have a hard time doing races for fun. I like to give it my all and see what I can do. I haven’t run more than three miles at a time in probably two months. This wouldn’t have been a good race for me. Not to mention, part of the fun is doing it with Jason and he has to work.
It feels weird though, to not have to set my alarm early for tomorrow morning. Like I gave up my runner card or something. I know, totally overdramatic, but it does feel strange, especially when I read about other Atlanta runners who are doing it. Although, ask me again how I’m feeling when I’m still snoozing at 9am!