I'd recently made the decision to not run the Philly Marathon this year, which was a decision weeks in the making. Between the show and the new job, I knew I wouldn't have the time to properly train for it. As much as it pained me, I knew something had to give, and the marathon was it. This is not to say that I didn't go back and forth, hemming and hawing in those weeks, wanting to relive the emotion and splendor of last year's race and damn near signing up several times.
But I knew if I wanted to retain some semblance of sanity this fall, I would have to bow out of marathon season this year. Though I felt I was at peace with this decision, I was still sad to see this today:
Whereas before, I still had the ability to change my mind, crank out a few 20 milers and add another medal to my wall next month, now it's official: I won't be running the Philadelphia Marathon this year.